Literary reviews by Tim Love.
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Showing posts with label Ruth Padel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ruth Padel. Show all posts

Monday, 28 January 2008

"The Poem and the Journey" by Ruth Padel (Chatto & Windus, 2007)

"The ideal guide for the apprehensive reader of contemporary poetry" - "Irish Times". It's aimed (I think successfully) at the intelligent lay-person. After a 50 page essay, 60 recent poems are annotated. Nowadays, anthologies of recent poetry are hard to find in shops, so we should be grateful even for that.

The essay tries to deflect some of the standard objections to "modern" poetry, then delves (too deeply?) into the notion of journey - "adventure, quest, homecoming, pilgrimage and exile", but also journeying through a poem by alighting only on the verbs. She uses her knowledge of old Greek literature to good effect. I'd have liked more about different ways of "understanding" works of art - it seems to me that people new to poetry too often depend on the idea that "understanding" means being "able to paraphrase". There are examples from other Arts that can be used (and Padel uses some of these), but a few examples of "WoW!" phrases that defy paraphrase (using sound not just to amplify the meaning but generate it; or using surrealism) might have been useful. She presents no Minimalist or Aleatory work, thus sidestepping the task of explaining the value of such pieces to the public.

Somehow a route needs to be found from what the reader knows/likes to an appreciation of modern verse. I think part of the process of clearing a space for modern poetry should be attacking old certainties. As well as attacking the necessity of end-rhyme why not lay into a Wordsworth or Shakespeare piece? It needn't be too serious, and some of the poems that labour their point ("Lines composed on Westminster bridge", "My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun") are asking for it.

The poets range from Prynne, Ashbery, Jorie Graham and Hill through Jacob Polley and Katherine Pierpoint to R.S. Thomas and Kit Wright. I'd heard of them all except for Paula Meehan. Most of the poems are new to me though. Her comments are unreservedly optimistic, which is fair enough. She explains difficult words (I didn't know that "silk vest" was American for waistcoat) and identifies allusions (I didn't know that Laird's piece had anything to do with Auschwitz). As in her previous book, she highlights sound effects. Read this, the first stanza of a Peter Reading poem -

All day, the drone of a saw
and resin across the pines
of dark Mortimer Forest.
With each completed sever
it fell by a whining octave.

She says that "This poem also balances echo-words in and across lines within a stanza: a balancing trick perfected by Roman poets. In the first stanza, pines at the end of a line balances whining in the middle" - I don't believe it! While exaggerating the validity of sound effects she underplays the "Wow factor" of some imagery (perhaps because they're too "subjective" for her purposes). She describes one poem as having "a taut cat's cradle of sonic echoing" which suggests that a visual representation might be useful. On p.128 she writes "I have no room to go into Heaney's signature music, syllables and echoes, vowels and consonants", and indeed she does vary her themes, but for me she describes too much and justifies too little. Perhaps more historical context is required, showing how a poem's a reaction or an anxiety of influence. What does Jorie Graham gain by using spaces and being obscure? Padel mentions alternatives to the spaces, and ways to make the poem more readable without (as far as I can see) having any side-effects.

She starts with Michael Donaghy's "Machines", a poem whose evident craftmanship makes it an ideal exhibit. Even those who feel a lack of emotional empathy with it might concede that it's carefully put together, that each feature's worth investigation. But then we get Gwyneth Lewis's "The Flaggy Shore" whose "blank verse lines mostly have three or four beats. Some stretch to five ... So the form both is, and is not, a sonnet". A paragraph later we're told that "The poem is between a sonnet and not-a-sonnet". I don't think the doubting intelligent lay-person's going to swallow that. Not all poems are as meticulous and calculated as "Machines", nor can be treated as such. Readers new to poetry will sooner or later query the random, the arbitrary (content and format), the needlessly obscure, the emperor's new clothes, so proponents of "modern" poetry need to have arguments (or concessions) ready. And if there's one thing the public like less than pretentious art, it's pretentious analysis - some of the discussion of sound effects veers that way, especially when the poems are themselves pretentious, as if something rational must be mined from them.

She hasn't picked poems that make her task over-easy. Her explanations of impenetrable poems usually helped me understand what the poet was trying to do, though didn't explain why the poet had chosen to be unhelpful. Christopher Middleton's "Disturbing the Tarantula" is a unexpected choice so early in the book because I don't think she deals with it convincingly. She's picked an easier Ashbery poem - I learnt from her description of it. She gave a Prynne poem everything she's got, but it's not enough for me, and the write-up of Ciaran Carson's "O" lingered too long in Pseud's corner.

Then there are the "so what" poems - Harsent's for example, or Clanchy's, or Jamie's. The content could have been expressed in fewer words than the poet expended. And Riordan's is prose I tell you, prose! I think she's less successful when trying to justify poems like these. With my layman's hat on I might forgive poems whose form doesn't distinguish the poems from prose, provided that the content's different, but when the shape of the text on the page is the distinguishing feature, I might buy a novel instead - at least the pages are filled up.

The most useful sections for me were about poems that sounded interesting to me on a first reading and required re-reading. Her descriptions showed me how much I miss with poems like Khalvati's, Alvi's and Duran's.

Monday, 25 October 2004

"The Soho Leopard" by Ruth Padel (Chatto & Windus, 2004)

Wow - over 6 pages of notes! And yet sometimes she still spells things out in the poetry - "Of Lord Darth Vadar from Star Wars". Line-breaks and indents continue to puzzle me - why does p.41 have any line-breaks? I had genre problems with p.47, p.48, p.52, etc - with only a little editing they could be prose BBC Nature reportage. There's a barrage of imagery - the first poem begins "Water, moonlight, danger, dream." and other poems slide-show one image after another, images drawn from many cultures and eras. When it works it's bracing. The "The King's Cross Foxes" section didn't work for me, but much of the rest was a worthwhile read - content-wise if nothing else.

Wednesday, 15 January 2003

"52 ways of looking at a poem" by Ruth Padel (Chatto & Windus, 2002)

This is an anthology of 52 recent poems mostly by UK/Eire poets. Each has an explanatory article by Padel. It's a bold undertaking (as it quotes on the inside cover, 'an example of raising up instead of dumbing down') and deserves attention. The "Reading poetry today" essay is worth a read even if one's interest in poetry is peripheral - it's not heavy going.

Given the constraints caused by being originally aimed at an audience of newspaper readers, it's understandable that the poems represent quite a narrow genre (no Prynne for example, or even Geoffrey Hill), though her desire for coherence overly restricts her options. Maybe more poems should have been chosen to illustrate poetry issues (rather than to be fair to the poets). None of the poems is bad (at worst they're tidy yet bland) - a shame because bad poems can be useful examples. I wasn't keen on the pieces by Bryce, Dabydeen or Rollinson (none of whom I've read before). I've read Durcan, Olds, Wicks and Maxwell before, and I was hoping that this book would give me an incentive to persist with them but that wasn't the case. Heaney and Maguire came out better than expected, and Farley looks worth investigating. The jury's still out on Anne Carson.

The articles are written for the intelligent layperson, concepts being explained as they're introduced. I'm not sure she addresses the prime concerns of such an audience though. Her discussion of McGuckian's "the Butterfly Farm" (p.94) shows her good and bad points. The poet's decision to use self-contained 3-line stanzas go unmentioned whereas in the succeeding poem the effect's "suggesting it is dangerous to hang loose". The line-breaks and initial capitals go unmentioned. She doesn't explain stanza 1 too convincingly. She certainly doesn't explain why it couldn't have been put far more simply using only a few more words. And yet she treats paragraph 2 well, pointing out much that I'd missed.

She doesn't fault any of the poems - it's not that type of book. I hope that when she's a poetry judge she's as tolerant of loose forms as she is here - Farley's iambic pentameter can have 4 to 7 beats, and Maxwell has 'astonishing technical facility' even though his syllabics are irregular.

As she says on p.223, she sees several poems as images about their own creation, but the most relentless theme is that of sound patterns. She says (p.13) that 'the one thing a poem has to have to be a poem [is] persuasive cohesion'. She thinks the sound should still be 'an echo to the sense'. In the past this was done by regular rhythms and end-rhymes. Even now 'An important way of creating that relationship of sound and sense is by the repetition of vowels and, sometimes, consonants'. I am not very sensitive to sound effects and am not subtle in using them, which may explain my suspicion about these perceptions. My doubts include

  • whether all the patterns that she sees really exist - Her perception of echoes and mutations of sounds sometimes stretches credulity. On p.202 she says that "Many of the vowel-echoes holding the stanzas together are widenings out of, or variations on, the first OR of walking" (the first word of the poem) but I'm unconvinced. On p.252 she lists 'dark ripple' amongst the phrases that are "filled with liquid consonants". The sound effects on p.98 are too slight to worry about I think. On p.77 she writes that "the movement of D through the poem carries a lot of emotional movement". Maybe.
  • if these patterns exist, are they accidental? - texts (particularly literary ones) will have bunched patterns of sounds. For example
    • While writing, one's short-term memory will contain recent sounds which may encourage the further use of those sounds, thus leading to clumping.
    • A tense change will lead to a change in sounds used
    It would be interesting to study extracts from novels, newspapers and various types of text-book.
  • what the cost of these effects is - constraints have their price
  • what the significance of the patterns is - The "ooooo" sound used to be considered sad, but I doubt whether that convention applies nowadays. According to C. Crow ("Paul Valery and the Poetry of Voice") Valery treated sound and sense as consciously separated variables, which is perhaps how many people use sonic effects. She's keen on noting the connecting and isolating effects of sound-bunching and tries to relate these patterns to the sense. On p.243 she write that "the vowels create a particular sonic world for a 'quiet' early moment in the woods". And on p.250 she writes that "The first stanza...is a close cell of private sounds" but then she continues "...it also sets up sounds that resonate through the rest of the poem".
  • whether cohesion is so important - see Problems and poetics of the nonaristotelian novel by Leonard Orr.

Get the book and decide for yourself.

Sunday, 8 December 2002

"Rembrandt Would Have Loved You" by Ruth Padel (Chatto & Windus, 1998)

I like "Icicles round a tree in Dumfriesshire", "The Musicians' Gallery" and "Moorings". Several of the pieces (especially those in the middle of the book) resemble anecdotes made to look like poetry by adding a metaphor and disruption (asides, interjections, indentation), and sometimes she seems to strain too hard. Compactness isn't always condusive to poetry: "The Horse Whisperer" ends with 'That confident, look-what-I've-got,/ Now-I-can-forget-about-her pride' which might better have been given more space (the rest of the poem's much less space-conscious). Nevertheless there's much to admire - more than I'd expected.