9.
GO IN
FEAR OF ABSTRACTIONS
The
small poem can be a scale model for the longer poem to come. And vice versa.
The long rambling poem that might not be quite working (or not yet) may contain
the perfect smaller poem (or poems). The secret ingredients here are time and
distance. The formula to apply here is TIME = DISTANCE. You need to get away
and to come back to the work/s fresh in order to get a sense of what will work,
in order to know where you are.
That nasty
fascist, Ezra Pound, had a number of important and helpful observations about
writing and poetry. One of my favourites (I’m sure you’ve heard me quote it) is
go in fear of abstractions.
Abstractions
are the great deep and meaningful trap for all writers, but especially for
poets. It makes sense that many poets are very interested in the big picture –
life the universe and everything. (There are other poets more interested in the
minutiae of life and matter… and there are those who want to join the micro to
the macro. There are all sorts!) An excess of abstraction is however whatever
is frequently wrong with poetry that is not working.
What’s abstract
is far from the fact, far from sensory experience, from what we can know
through seeing, through touch, through hearing, through smell, through taste. The
poem dominated by abstraction is a case of ‘nothing to see here’. And when there’s nothing to see, hear, touch,
taste, smell – well, why bother being there? To engage a reader involves
lending them sensate experience. Plot is helpful too. But even if nothing
happens in a poem, you can be there if there’s something happening for
your senses.
Homo
proponit – deus disponit!
(Man
proposes – God disposes)
But here
the roles are reversed! You are the god
of your poem. The reader makes short work of what can’t be experienced in your
poem. ‘So long lives this…’ said Shakespeare, when he was praising his own
craft. Most poems are much more mortal than their makers!
The poet
makes a world but unless the reader can see/hear/touch/taste/smell it, well, it’s
like that philosophical tree in the forest … falling, without a witness.
In a way
it all comes down to the question of how much work you can expect your reader
to do. How far apart can the dots be and the reader still able to join them?
The poem
with too much abstraction is like a sky where everything is so many light years
from everything else, that no one will see where they’re going and no one will ever
arrive!
Concretizing
an abstraction – anchoring the idea in experience
In this
exercise, we give a poem an abstract theme, but observe the discipline of writing
about it (or taking that theme as a point of departure) without resorting to abstraction at all in the body of
a poem.
Choose
one of the following abstractions for your theme (or add your own to the list)
death
love
the good
the bad
the ugly
grief
joy
hope
anger
freedom
poetry/
the poem
Note
that these are topics and not titles. You might want to give the poem a riddling
quality by NOT disclosing, from the outset, what it’s about …
Try to
create a poem that deals with one of these topics without using a single
abstraction … i.e. present the reader with images (that work for any of the
five senses), with events
Tell the
reader what is happening or has happened or will happen, what can be seen,
touched, heard, smelt, tasted…
When you’ve
created a draft, go over it with a fine toothed comb to make sure that
abstraction hasn’t crept in… It’s actually harder to avoid than you might think.
Think of
Dickinson’s ‘hope is the thing with feathers’ … how with those few words we are
immediately on a journey… we might not be able to guess where we’ll end up, but
we can see where we’re going and feel that we’re on the way …
Dickinson
is really the gold standard in this activity – think of ‘I’m nobody. Who are
you?’ It’s all rather abstract until we meet the frogs and then we know exactly
where we are!
Keep it
simple! Find the most straightforward
possible image to express what you want to express about the abstract idea with
which you have chosen to deal.
Apply Brecht’s
principle here, (as expressed in what is often cited as his second last poem) –
And I
always thought the simplest words must be enough.
When
I say how things are, everyone’s heart must be torn to shreds.
You’ll
go down if you don’t stand up for yourself.
Surely
you see that?
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