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There’s all kinds of highly positive comments about last weekend’s
Poetry Summit in the
UK Poetry mailing list
(free registration required). They say what I want to say, so
I’m not going to repeat them, merely agree with them.
Some of the poetry there, and in the various collections and magazines I’ve
picked up, has got me thinking about poetic language. I hadn’t realise just
how far outside the modernist norm (not that there is such a thing) my main poetic language
seems to have moved. This doesn’t mean much, since it rather arrogantly implies my poetry is
worth comparing to any of the work I heard at the summit. Anyway, I do
like the way my language is developing
(most recently here),
but I suppose I would really! It
seems, at this moment, to be a merger between what I had called
ranting poesie and
degrammar.
I know I want to move the exploration on; I’m going to
have to mull on this. I suspect it means something from that
poetry summit has struck a deep chord & I’m going to find
myself nicking it in the next few months, much as I’ve tried in a couple of examples by
borrowing Emily Critchley’s
(& Les Dawson’s) effective & occasional technique of deliberately replacing key words
with silence. Mind you, I seem to have
cut everything and left the connectors, which is probably
silly.
There is a movement that uses technical terminology in poetry;
I tend not to do this beyond using technical words where their specific
meaning is necessary
(many poems in
anticipating the metaverse).
Many years ago, I thought about
writing poetry in programming languages,
and very quickly decided they were completely unsuitable. Expressing
the essence of a program
can work, I believe.
I’ve undoubtedly used programming languages to inform my use of English, so I
suppose my current language can be regarded as a variation on poetry
that uses technical language.
As an aside, I’ve always enjoyed hearing poetry that uses a technical language
that I don’t understand. I enjoy the music in poetry, and the use of
incomprehensible (to me) words forces me to depend on that music to gather the feeling.
Obviously, this makes it essential that the poem is recited adequately, but the expression
in the normal speech of someone who understands the poem, such as the poet, is usually fine.
So when I encounter someone writing about a recital I’ve attended (e.g.
here,
found when I was looking up Emily Critchley for the link above),
and say they don’t like it because they haven’t understood it,
I feel I’ve found someone who thinks (s)he know how to listen to poetry but, actually, doesn’t:
they haven’t heard the music.
Of course, it’s quite common that a poem doesn’t
work for a particular listener, but that’s all it is; a poem doesn’t work in that
ear. It may well have worked in others.
The great master of the music in poetry is, to me, JH Prynne (e.g.
Refuse Collection).
I love the way that he assembles his words so that,
when I read them to myself, I’m taken on a powerful journey. It’s not just the
effect of the music in the poems, it’s the fact that the words do have specific meanings which I
(generally) understand, and the reading causes me to experience those meanings as I go through
the poem. What he’s done, though, is find a way to destroy the context, so the meanings
of the words do not unite into something more complex. The effect on me is very much like the
effect Beethoven’s music has on me. But he’s done it using the English language,
not an orchestra. It’s stunning, and I didn’t realise it was possible until I
met his work. To me, he’s neutralised the patterns of meaning in language,
leaving the poetic effect standing alone. Suddenly, the Tuba has the solo (I used to play the Tuba!).
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5.5.5
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I went along to this year’s CCCP in a state of poetry weakness;
having been out of work for eight months, unable to hear good live poets, my ability to appreciate
has been unexercised. I’m poetically unfit; I need poetry listening exercise.
I’m only going to talk about one poet right now, Arthur Gibson.
His recital, with no notes, was a brilliant poem lecture; no tripping up, no hesitation,
just a word perfect critique of the foundations of contemporary philosophy.
The poetry was excellent, the content enthralling.
Now, be warned: it’s
very probable my ignorance of the subject means I’ve completely
misunderstood his arguments.
What I understood him to say was the fundamentals of mathematics and
logic cannot be defined in terms of mathematics andic.
‘Normal’ language is used.
Since all of mathematics andic is built on these foundations, then
the limits of mathematics andic might be a consequence of these definitions.
Since we have to use ‘normal’
language to describe them, we should use the very best such
language, and that very best language is poetry. Use poetry, and maybe we can refine those limits.
Ok, now for my understanding of the possible consequences of Gibson’s words. Consider
one such limit on mathematics, Gödel’s theorum, which puts hard limits on self–referencing
in mathematics andic.
This theory is connected to Alan Turing’s work, who proved that computer programs cannot prove themselves
correct. If computer programs could be proved correct, they’d work one hell of a lot better than they do now.
So perhaps, just perhaps, if someone can write a brilliant poetic
description of one, then ten years later computer software will stop crashing!
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