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Beauty is the sole legitimate province of the poem.-Edgar Allan Poe

Poetry is when emotion has found its thought and thought has found words--Robert Frost

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance--Carl Sandburg

I have nothing to say, I am saying it, and that is poetry--John Cage

You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you--Joseph Joubert

Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toe nails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. ~Dylan Thomas

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POET BITES DOG

Actually, I don’t know if a poet ever bit a dog, and that was not really the comment that inspired me to the current consideration. The real statement that I read on a website dedicated to poetry was—with names left out to protect the innocent—“Mr. Poet, winner of the Prestigious Poetry award, eschews traditional verse forms.” I have not read but the one work by the good poet that was presented on that page, and I am totally unfamiliar with the particular award, so I spare all judgment of either the author or award.


However, I am a teacher and a writer (And a damned good looker-upper!), and I have a pretty good idea of the meaning of the word “eschew,” and I could not help but marvel about why a poet would habitually avoid traditional verse for moral or practical reasons. Has traditional verse somehow promoted immoral actions for which the good poet might reasonably avoid it? The limerick is probably the most easily avoidable of all the traditional verse forms, and I know there are some bawdy limericks, downright pornographic even, but is it the limerick form that makes the short verses bawdy and pornographic? No, I believe the form itself can present any type of idea or any selections of words and claim innocence on all moral issues just as a wall can remain blameless if some presumptive artist draws a lewd and offensive representation of human interactions involving genitalia upon it. Both the wall and the limerick form remain as virtuous as can be. I will accede this same guiltless purity to non-traditional forms whatever that oxymoron can truly mean, so please do not think that I am singling out any verse forms. I am all-inclusive and by no shape whatsoever exclusive, but I do not believe that our good poet could be habitually avoiding traditional forms for moral reasons though I challenge anyone to write a limerick about a serious subject. That would take a real poet!


Was our eschewer habitually avoiding traditional forms for practical reasons? If so, what might those practical reasons be? He wishes to publish, and publishers do not publish poems written in traditional verse forms. Maybe. He struggles to write poems when he tries to write them in traditional verse forms. Maybe. I can see how these might seem like practical reasons, but, as a fellow poet, I just have to say that if I am being told that I should eschew traditional verse forms by publishers, then I am merely being forced into a new tradition by people who do not inspire nor help create my poetic vision. That does not seem practical to me as an artist. If I am a poet who avoids certain forms, traditional or non-traditional, because I cannot perform within their boundaries, well, then I am a poet who is practically limited by his weaknesses. That seems awfully impractical as an artist. If I cannot adjust to any form I choose artistically, I am fixed within my own customs and habits and seem to be most concern with my current conventions and established practices—and four of the five words in the previous sentence are synonyms of “tradition” or “traditional.”


Another element that sparked confusion within me is that I did read the poem of our good poet on that webpage, and I was amazed and amused by how similar it was in verse form to a poem that I had read a couple of days before by the queer latinx punk poet Christopher Soto (AKA Loma). Over the last few days, I have seen another five to six poems that have the same line shape and length, punctuation use, and arrhythmic sound patterns when read aloud. Again, I do not judge, but it seems like our good poet who eschews traditional verse forms finds himself amongst a group of several others who use the same forms. Around my place, if we do things two or three times in the same form, it becomes a ritual. Rituals are merely acts that represent traditions. Using the same verse form habitually, customarily, as a fashion or an honored practice is a tradition. Tomorrow, it will be outdated, old-fashioned, and out-of-style. If we are going to “eschew,” let’s really do it for moral and practical reasons, and not because some verse form is today’s tradition.


Finally, perhaps our good poet does not “eschew” at all nor does he bite dogs. It is quite possible that the individual writing the blurb about our good poet has a cheap thesaurus or has lazily abused an online thesaurus and did not suspect that some readers might be puzzled with the use of the word “eschew” in the context. If that be the case, I apologize for misunderstanding the good poet and would be content to bite the blurb writer.


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I find that I cannot exist without Poetry--without eternal poetry--half the day will not do--the whole of it--I began with a little, but habit has made me a Leviathan.-John Keats

We do not quite say that the new is more valuable because it fits in; but its fitting in is a test of its value.-T. S. Eliot

A man may praise and praise, but no one recollects but that which pleases.-George Gordon, Lord Byron

The great beauty of poetry is that it makes everything in every place interesting.-John Keats

Our faulty elder poets sacrificed the passion and passionate flow of poetry to the subtleties of intellect and to the stars of wit; the moderns to the glare and glitter of a perpetual, yet broken and heterogeneous imagery, or rather to an amphibious something, made up, half of image, and half of abstract meaning. The one sacrificed the heart to the head; the other both heart and head to point and drapery.-S. T. Coleridge

The purpose of rhythm, it has always seemed to me, is to prolong the moment of contemplation, the moment when we are both asleep and awake, which is the one moment of creation.-W. B. Yeats

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