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Gareth Twose |
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Lorine Niedecker: Collected Works. Edited by Jenny Pemberthy. pub. University of California Press. 2002. |
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For a poet, finding a style takes time. A style is not ever obvious or inevitable. The classic model for mapping a poet’s style is a developmental process one, so that poetic style is described using the metaphor of evolution. Poets, like all artists, have periods, they grow, they ‘evolve’. Typically, too, early work is described as apprentice work. This is often ‘derivative’ or ‘imitative’. Then the poet develops, finds his or her voice, and moves into a ‘mature’ phase of writing. This is when s/he produces work on which his/her critical reputation rests, work that is ‘original’ and recognisably distinctive. Often this is followed by ‘late’ work, which doesn’t quite match the intensity of the earlier work, and therefore represents a relative decline. This developmental model is underpinned by psychoanalytic thinking about emotional development. In a sense, the poet or artist is like the rebellious adolescent: s/has to overthrow his/her strong precursors. This is the Bloomian idea of the anxiety of influence. The poet has to learn to be himself/herself and in doing so becomes more adult as an artist, a grown-up. A typical articulation of this idea comes from the American critic Helen Vendler: |
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To find a personal style is, for a writer, to become adult. Much in the formation of style takes place relatively unconsciously: in both random and directed reading, the young poet is insensibly drawn to some predecessors, finds others uninteresting, is unaware as yet of one soon to be discovered, rejects others as unappealing. But the ultimate style of a poet is partly chosen (often in rebellion against available discourses)…(2003:2) |
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If we take a feminist perspective, however, we can see that the model needs to be gendered. For in the case of the woman writer, it is possible to argue that artistic development is more complicated because of social constraints, the greater difficulties in breaking free of social conventions. Feeling confident enough to be ‘yourself’ in public is often harder for women. Therefore, if we apply the developmental model to a female poet’s career trajectory, we can see that typically the early period lasts much longer and the mature period is very late arriving, if indeed it arrives at all. This was certainly the case historically. Think of Elizabeth Barrett Browning. She wrote very derivative subMiltonic poetry early in her career, stuff that included a thirteenth book of Paradise Lost (making her reliance on a male literary model absolutely explicit). The poetry on which her critical reputation rests, e.g., Sonnets from the Portuguese, Aurora Leigh, was produced relatively late in her career, by which time she was happily married and was financially secure. Christina Rossetti wrote devotional and children’s verse early in her career, it could be argued, as a respectable, acceptable alternative to being herself. Think also of Sylvia Plath, to take an extreme twentieth-century example. She only produced her best stuff – in Ariel – when in a sense she was free to go for broke. Just before her suicide. With women, then, there’s a case for arguing for a revised model, one in which relatively delayed or completely thwarted development is the ‘norm’. The smooth and somehow automatic progression implied by the male model of development is absent. |
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Travel, said he of the broken umbrella, enervates |
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the point of stop; once indoors, theology, |
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It is difficult to know how to read this. This is clever, playful (but without the wit of, say, Ashbery). It is designed to be self-referential and non-representational. It doesn’t ‘mean’ in the conventional sense. You almost feel as if this is a writer deliberately keeping the reader at bay. The poem is the sort of thing she might have written to impress smart, arty friends. During this period, Niedecker wrote poems that simultaneously evoked different levels of consciousness, that could both be read vertically and horizontally on the page. This is poetry that could be accused of pretentiousness. |
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My daughters left home |
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I was job certified |
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to rake leaves |
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Now they tell me my girls |
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should support me again |
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and they’re not out of debt |
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from the last time they did. |
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The rhyme here receives visual underlining because of the lay-out. It could be argued that the rhyme, of a type associated with comic verse, has an undercutting effect, making the poem sound a bit twee. In another example, the poetry sounds like Stevie Smith: |
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Seven years a charming woman wore |
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her coat, removed the collar where it tore, |
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little warmth but honor in her loose |
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thin coat, without knowing why |
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she’s so. Charming? Well, she’s destitute. |
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Here, the effect is oddly both disarming and disturbing. It sounds like a nursery rhyme. Yet the poem seems really to be discussing cross-class attitudes to poverty. Charming is a patronising put down and is exposed as such. In Paul and other Poems (a forties collection), a nakedly personal note is struck. (Paul was the name of the child of former lover, Louis Zukofsky.) The poems are full of direct address to a six-year-old boy. |
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Fish |
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fowl |
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My life |
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in the leaves and on water |
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My mother and I |
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born |
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in the swale and swamp and sworn |
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to water |
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This – the opening of Paean to Place, a kind of poetic autobiography – is poetry that really gets results out of compression. It’s a kind of free verse that splinters into fragments to achieve a minute focus on details that might otherwise be lost. Visual prosody is used to suggest utterances interspersed with silences. |
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I grew in green |
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slide and slant |
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of shore and shade |
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Child-time – wade |
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thru weeds |
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Maples to swing from |
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Pewee-glissando |
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sublime |
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slime- |
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song |
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Grew riding the river |
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Books |
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at home-pier |
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Shelley could steer |
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as he read |
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I was the solitary plover |
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a pencil |
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for a wing-bone |
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From the secret notes |
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I must tilt |
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upon the pressure |
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execute and adjust |
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In us the sea-air rhythm |
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“We live by the urgent wave |
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of the verse” |
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Here the loneliness and the cultural isolation of the artist in the country is evoked via the solitary plover metaphor. Yet the rural environment is also shown as feeding the art. All the materials and imagery for the young artist’s art are drawn from the landscape, the very shape and structure of her poetry is dictated by her watery environment. The pencil with which she writes is likened to a wing-bone, subtly conveying the idea of art as flight. The river she rides is a book for her, (an idea created via the enjambment of river and books). The poetry’s very rhythmic structure is that of the sea, the water around her, creating a sense of constantly shifting movement. Visually, the correlate of this is the irregular line lengths, the ebb and flow of phrase and broken half-phrase. A highly variable rhythm is created, one that quickens and slows, slows and quickens, literally enacting the idea of the ‘wave of the verse’. |
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Ruby of corundum |
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lapis lazuli |
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Greek named |
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Exodus-antique |
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you have been in my mind |
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between my toes |
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The names of rocks become things here. The individual syllables of the Greek and Latin names are emphasized here, so that they appear as objects in themselves. But more than this, the poem as a whole is trying to illustrate the paradoxical idea that rocks are living things. The close connection between bodies and rocks, between animate and inanimate, is made in the above section by the intimate observation of agate (all three syllables foregrounded) being between my toes. An image of rocks as non-static, travelling across continents and always being on the move, is created by the phrase kicked up in America’s/Northwest. Reality is de-familiarized. |
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Uncle Babe retained his determination for public service through the years he was shunted from committee to committee, and then finally he was placed on the ticket. Quite well known by this time, men began coming to take even suppers with him. Matty had spells oftener. |
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The piece switches from the point of view of Uncle Babe to the point of view of Matty. What is interesting here is how the high political purpose of Uncle Babe is ironically undercut by the voice of Matty, his older sister, who does all the housework on the farm. In her own way, Matty makes her own political statements, her disguised protests. |
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Copyright © Gareth Twose, 2005 |