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“Poetry is a form of power. It fell to early thought to make that power visible and human, and the story of Orpheus is that vision and that mortality.”
ELIZABETH SEWELL, The Orphic Voice p. 3
[3.xii.23.b] Let’s begin with the opening line of Elizabeth Sewell’s important and intriguing study, The Orphic Voice. The first words I saw when I opened her book (I was standing in a bookstore in Las Vegas, of all places) were : “For the misapprehensiveness of his age is exactly what a poet is sent to remedy”. I’d just walked three miles from my casino hotel, past wedding chapel row, to find this bookstore (tellingly called “Writer’s Block”), probably the only oasis of true culture in that city of spectacle. [That walk to the bookstore and my return is the subject of a novelette I wrote when I returned to New York.] Finding Sewell’s book on the shelf that day felt like I had gone on a long journey to discover something truly worthy of the effort. Such are the adventures we contrive for ourselves in the twenty-first century. After reading from The Orphic Voice for about ten minutes, breathlessly rifling through the pages of the book muttering, yes, yes, yes, I collected my treasure and made the three mile walk back to the center of sin. I spent the entire evening in my hotel room, drinking beer, reading Sewell, and filling page after page of my notebook with … yes! yes! yes!
Nine months have passed. I’ve read and reread and ,,, until very recently, I’ve been putting off doing what I know would be required of me if I followed the course that Sewell has so carefully laid out in her study. // Poetry is a form of thought. Writing in the poetic mode is a more complete expression than language that restricts its scope to what is logical. In order to carry out the plan of research that Sewell writes about, one must begin writing poems, or perhaps it’s impossible to begin writing poems : the only way to begin writing poems is if one is already writing poems. The poetic apprenticeship is a long one and it’s even longer now (in this age) when there are no poetic colleges. And I knew that I could not begin … whatever this text is that I will call “Orpheus” … I could not proceed without writing poems or continuing to write poems. Sewell writes that poems present themselves from time to time as working instruments of the inquiry and in conducting this research-work one discovers empirically that the mind knows, in poems, a little more than it knows it knows, so that a poem will often tell the thinking mind where to look next. [p. 409] If you are afraid of poems (poetry), turn back now!
[5.xii.23.b] Since we are amassing a little library of poetics here ,, an entertaining companion to have on this journey is Robert Graves’ The White Goddess. The foreword to that book is worth reading several times, but if you don’t know Graves, the poet, already ,, these are the opening sentences of chapter one : “Since the age of fifteen poetry has been my ruling passion and I have never intentionally undertaken any task or formed any relationship that seemed inconsistent with poetic principles; which has sometimes won me the reputation of an eccentric. Prose has been my livelihood, but I have used it as a means of sharpening my sense of the altogether different nature of poetry, and the themes that I choose are always linked in my mind with outstanding poetic problems.” I copy this here since it could with a few modifications stand as the opening sentences of my own work on ( of ) poetics ,, but only after understanding (as Sewell does) that poetry is the language of nature will my modifications make sense :: “Since a very early age the observation and study of nature has been my ruling passion … Science [and physics, specifically] has been my livelihood …” etc. Even though I did know explicitly that poetry was the proper mode of scientific thought/inquiry, I must have felt the essential importance of poetry since when (upon entering college at the age of eighteen) I complemented my study of Newtonian mechanics with a careful and thorough reading of De Rerum Natura by Lucretius. Coincidentally, without any formal guidance, I began studying the work of Paul Feyerabend, where, in his essay “Reason, Xenophanes and the Homeric Gods”, I learned that “Homer does not separate reason and myth, (abstract) theory and (empirical) commonsense, philosophy and poetry.” There was a time when the scientist was a poet, but something historical happened to separate the two and to erect a clear and impenetrable wall between their (now) distinct vocations. The question is what happened and why? Feyerabend approaches the question from the side of the philosopher-scientist (the lover of reason) and Sewell & Graves approach from the side of the poet, or (going back) from the even earlier side when the scientist and the poet were one, before they fell victim to what has become the Western gnostic tradition. / to be continued …