Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts

Monday, April 13, 2026

Poem and image recovered for Hungary this morning


from Motivist Suite

                              for Michael Egan

 

 

 

Freedom tosses her garland into the stormy sky

 

sun catches the wall plaster turns it

to sandpaper angled in sandy light at sundown

a jay jaywalks across the crazy paving

 

a halo could strangle a struggling saint

what chance the nymphs with pitchers on their heads

tangled in the tresses of the fountain’s willow?

 

the rough monument fingers the flag at half mast

 

*

This poem, part of a long suite written in 2011, came to mind last night with the defeat of Orban in Hungary. It also reminded me (the ‘sandy light’ etc.) of this photograph I took of a wall in Budapest. I used it before on this blog to dismember and unremember the death of Mararet Thatcher, but, it too, seems to have found a second ‘moment’ this morning.

Here is where that image was, with different texts of mine: Pages: Thatcher Dead.

 


Thursday, May 28, 2020

Robert Sheppard: 14 Standards from British Strandards is complete as one sonnet appears at the virtual WOW Festival 2020 (hub post)

Another part of my ‘English Strain’ project is finished as it moves beyond its third (and final) book. I’m pleased to say a poem from the book, which is entitled British Standards, is from the section called ’14 Standards’, has been published online as part of this year’s virtual WOW Festival ‘events’, in a collection of writings called ‘Lockdown, Unlocked’. I wrote it especially for Victor Merriman, who asked me for something. Many thanks to him.





but his general introduction seems to have already been taken down.
For this showing I turned Bo back into Boris, for clarity, although I didn’t explain Coleridge’s two extraordinary neologisms. A ‘Psilosopher’ is a false philosophy; ‘suffictions’ are fake suppositions. John Thelwall was a radical as wsell as a sonneteer, which is why I choose his sonnet for the radical WOW Festival!

Here’s a video of me reading the sonnet, with Bo restored to his single ejaculatory syllable.  

This is a hub post for the ’14 Standards’ section of British Standards. No other poems have been published to date. (Though until about mid June my one about slavery and Liverpool place names (written before the drenching of hollow racist statues) will still be temporarily posted on this blog.) 

Read 'We had a female Passenger who came from Calais' as part of the the 'Talking to the Dead' feature on Stride here. I write about the poem and read it on video here.

Read 'An Overdub of Letitia Elizabeth Landon's The Dancing Girl here. Or about the poem (and hear/see another video) here.  

Pages: OTD 2020: a version of Horace Smith's 'Ozymandias' was written; it and other 'Standards' appear in The Cafe Review in the USA (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

Pages: ON THIS DAY 2020 I wrote this lacuna-pocked poem as a version of one of Coleridge's sonnets (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

Pages: ON THIS DAY 2020 I heard the ambulances in the lockdown silence and wove them into a Leigh Hunt sonnet (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

Pages: ON THIS DAY 2020 I wrote a lockdown transposition of a Willian Bowles sonnet and was rude about Bo (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

I’ve documented my progress to date in detail as ‘The English Strain’ progresses. There are two comprehensive posts to check out, one that looks at Book One, The English Strain here  and another at Book Two, Bad Idea here . (The final part of Bad Idea is slightly different; called ‘Idea’s Mirror’, it’s described here: https://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2019/12/my-last-ideas-mirror-post-election-poem.html ) 
Parts of Book One are still available in booklet form, see below.
The preface to the third (and projected final) book British Standards. The preface is a version of Shelley’s ‘England in 1819’. The body of the book was begun in 2020, after Brexit Independence Day; the first section was finished late March. For that first section, I transposed poems from part of Wordsworth’s ‘Poems Dedicated to National Independence and Liberty’, retitled ‘Poems of National Independence’, cheekily subtitled ‘liberties with Wordsworth’. I write about that sequence here: https://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2020/03/the-last-of-my-wordsworth-versions-in.html

All the poems I transposed in ’14 Standards’ may be found in Feldman, Paula, R., and Daniel Robinson. eds.  A Century of Sonnets. Oxford, New York: Oxford University Press, 1999, a fascinating and eye-opening anthology. I did not write these transpositions sequentially, and I used a variety of methods and forms, in order that they don’t conform to the pattern (or the narrative) of contiguous poems. The only one I chose to write was ‘The Vanity of National Grandeur’ because I knew which one was just the job for the WOW Festival. (Of course, a seeming pattern emerges: it will resemble you, and all that!). I hope you see how my perverse self-interrupting poetics works.

The 'Dominic Cummings' 'affair' prompted a pair of poems entitled 'Double Standards', which stands as a kind of coda to '14 Standards', both them overdubs of Shelley. 

I call these ‘transposed’ poems ‘Standards’, since the originals are part of our poetic repertoire. I’ve been listening to one of Anthony Braxton’s ‘Standards’ albums, on which he plays and transforms those communally malleable tunes dubbed ‘standards’ by jazz musicians. I refer directly to that in Standard 10. Hear an Anthony Braxton ‘standard’ here, indeed the ‘Recorda Me’ that I refer to in that poem, off of Braxton, Anthony. 23 Standards (Quartet) 2003, Leo Records, CD LR 402/405 (CD), 2004 at
Braxton is still at it too: watch this: one of the only jazz concerts this year so far: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRYGqZifWCE

Second half here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=604&v=rJL_BwJh8TI&feature=emb_logo

I’m also thinking of the ‘standards’ that British locks and other devices conform to, with a hint of moral standards, of course.

Like a lot of the world during the weeks of writing them (6th April-18th May 2020), I had a pre-scripted lockdown life, which was quite useful. Given that the poems are often fragmented, they are perhaps less funny than previous ones. I only wanted to write indirectly about coronavirus, but some have turned into my ‘lockdown’ poems (because they are). Of course, the virus had already appeared thematically in ‘Poems of National Independence’, slowly creeping in until it had subsumed the Brexit theme.

As might be gathered from what I have said, British Standards as a whole (not just this corona) aims to present transpositions of sonnets of the Romantic period, from William Bowles to Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Chronologically, they lie between those of Charlotte Smith, which I’ve already worked on here, https://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2019/07/more-english-strain-poems-overdubs-of.html

and those of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, that I’ve also worked on, both of them in the final parts of Book One:


There are quite a lot of poems from various past parts online. You can access six poems from Bad Idea, Book Two, here:



Three sonnets from the last section of Bad Idea, ‘Idea’s Mirror’, may be accessed here:


In ‘Petrarch 3’, the opening part of Book One, the transpositions are achieved by having 14 versions of one translation from Petrarch. This part of Book One, ‘Petrarch 3’, is published under that title. Another part is published as Hap which ab(uses) the sonnets of Thomas Wyatt. Both pamphlets are still available.


Look here and here for more on the Petrarch obsession/project, including how to purchase Petrarch 3 from Crater Press in its ‘fold out map’ edition. I have written in detail about the writing of Petrarch 3 (see https://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2020/09/practice-led-piece-on-petrarch-3-from.html )



Hap: Understudies of Thomas Wyatt’s Petrarch is available from Knives Forks and Spoons, here:




If you’re fed up with reading Hilary Mantel’s accounts of Wyatt (or Surrey for that matter), OR you can’t get enough of Henrician Terror, Hap is the book for you, and the link above will prove efficacious. Alec Newman is awaiting your order (there are other books of mine there, too, as well as the new out now)!

Two ‘Poems of National Independence’ have been published on International Times. Link here, via my short laptop videos:

https://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2020/05/robert-sheppard-two-transpositions-of.html

I contemplate the term ‘transposition’ at the end of the following post (that is mostly about collaboration, you can scroll past that bit). In determining that ‘transposition’ isn’t collaboration proper, so far as I’m concerned, I also demonstrate, if only for myself, that ‘transposition’ isn’t translation.

https://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2020/01/robert-sheppard-thoughts-on_27.html


Wednesday, May 06, 2015

25 Edge Hill Poets: Anthony Keating

THE PARCEL HOME

Hunting for clothes
In jumble sales 
And second hand stalls
Clothes for her children 
And clothes for home


Good clothes
Laundered and pressed 
That looked shop bought
Packaged in brown paper
Secured with knotted twine
Her letter peppered ‘PG’
Slipped between the folds

The parcel weighed 
Customs declared and stamped 
Posted on her way to char in Golders Green
Waved off on the journey
She could not afford to make

An offering received 
Opened with a sense of delight
Tinged with resentment 
These leavings of a wealthy relative
Over the sea


THE JUNCTION TAVERN 

Embossed, tobacco stained
Magnolia paper
Peeling of the walls.
Red cracked lino, 
Scattered tables with bentwood chairs,
Newspapers, betting slips and pencil stubs. 

A conspiracy of Caribbeans and Celts
Playing dominoes and cards 
In a edgy stillness. 
The silence and muttered words
Occasionally rocked by shouts,
Bricks slammed on tables,
A flurry of abuse 
For misplayed trumps or dots,
Choreographed aggression 
And occasionally a fist, 
Until stillness settled once again
To the sucking of teeth and clearing of phlegm  

Out there the 60s was happening 
In the Junction nothing changed.
They re-emerge in my memory 
Through a fog of smoke, beer and piss.
Scully, O’Gorman, O’ Driscoll 
Jamaican George and Welsh John
In a collar and tie
On Sunday morning their Sunday best: 
For protocol had to be observed 
To honour the utilitarian pleasures of the working man.



RETREAT

Days come and go

Waking, I stretch into loneliness 

Out into the frost
The morning, thick with mist
Teems with concerns 
Some important, some trivial
Most are forgotten 
In the bleak landscape

Thorns, bare and gnarled 
Cling to a few desiccated fruits 
Red leathery allegories   
The trees in the distance, bare and dissipated 
Etched in an icy haze  
A thicket in a barren field
Offers a different perspective
A robin foraging  
The odour of leaf mould 
White fungus fruiting on fallen wood
The renewal in decay 
Gifts from kind ghosts 

Brown earth

My breath on the air

I emerge into solitude 



CAVEAT LECTOR! 

In many ways I was gifted poetry by my father. Not as an intentional gift but a happy accident. My father was a taciturn unapproachable man who read avidly across genres, fact and fiction. I know this as I was regularly sent to the library to collect or return books for him. I never remember his commenting or discussing any books with us other than to say ‘Read it’ contemptuously if you returned with any titles he had already read. I knew my father was a reader but knew nothing of what he read. Neither did he encourage any of us to read, outside of the contribution he made in teaching us the mechanics of reading. Reading seemed to be a dark sometimes sinister activity that went on in the brooding darkness of my father’s chair. Poetry was the one exception, he would, on occasion, recite poetry and expect me to learn it to recite it to him. This poetry ranged from ditties relating to horse racing to lengthier, rather dense formal poetry usually relating to Ireland and often containing many stanzas. Poetry and the poet are held in very high regard in the Irish cultural lexicon and there was never any question that it was a worthy craft to pursue. Poetry, however, suggested itself to me for reasons beyond a boy's desire to engage with his father.  

Stephen Burt, an American academic, argues that poetry “ creates a presence that is so socially, emotionally and intellectually charged that we encounter ourselves in response to it. An encounter with something more than our learning, our understandings, the nuts a bolts of our lives but our essence something that requires the poem “to provoke in us a feeling of self-forgetfulness” (Longenbach, 2002: 51). The encounter which occurs, in poetry, “preserves and enlarges our solitudes and points out our connections ( Ibid).”  

The American poet Gwendolyn Brooks described poetry as “ life distilled” (Brooks, 2005) and for me it is this process of distillation which gives poetry its potency, its anthropological dynamism. The ‘distillation’ referred to by Brooks is an attempt to make the vastness of human experience manageable, it offers a way of making the unmanageable manageable and graspable by those living outside the intensity of feeling being experienced. In short it is a vehicle for empathy.  

There is also a sense in which it allows human beings to create an object of beauty out of the ugliest moments of their lives. This expression of experience may not always be readily accessible to the reader it may be encoded in the desire to ‘distil’, to make manageable. James Longenbach in his series of essays The Resistance To Poetry observes that poetry gives us “..pleasure because it gives us work to do, work that can never be completed no matter how fully explained the poem might be” ( 2004, 97). That work is the business of being human.  Additionally, Longenbach argues that we read poetry to embrace the challenges and complexities of life and not to find a distraction from it (Ibid).   

I was born into a family of Irish immigrants. My father never felt entirely at home with living in England but knew that he could not live in Ireland, which during the period they migrated and for the entirety of my childhood was deeply socially conservative and impoverished. I sense that this reality caused my father immense conflict and shame, a patriotic Irishman living in and on the ‘belly of the beast,’ in his terms a contradictory and cowardly existence that constantly gnawed at his sense of self and family tradition. A dissolution made more evident by the way his children and his wife easily straddled their joint identity The poems, 'The Parcel Home' and 'The Junction Tavern' offer motifs from my early life.  

The house I was brought up in Kentish Town, north London, was, for very large stretches of time, steeped in a brooding silence. I consequently spent a very great deal of time in my own head, viewing my immediate surroundings, members of my own family and even the physical surroundings we lived in with a level of detachment, not as a member of the family, but rather as an outsider looking in on their lives.  To borrow a phrase  from Seamus Heaney’s poem, Exposure, I am an ’inner emigré’ ( Heaney, 1980),   not an inhabitant of my own life so much as an intrigued observer, not an actor but an onlooker, not a confessional poet but a dramatist and story-teller.  

My family background provided me with an opportunity to ‘cast a cold eye’ and develop an independence of thought offering me the space to create my own imaginings and develop my voice. In addition it strikes me that themes were laid down which I have been driven to explore, over and over again. Namely: Silence, Solitude and the archaeology of the self. Silence and solitude are two elements that I require to write and both return often as unified themes in my work.  

The poem, 'Retreat', is emblematic of my search for the scarce commodity of silence and solitude. Silence for me is a perfect archetype and a terrible tormentor.  As the American/Yugoslavian poet, Charles Simic asserted “Silence, solitude, what is more essential to the human condition? ‘Maternal silence’ is what I like to call it.  Life before the coming of language. That place where we begin to hear the voice of the inanimate. Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them” ( Mijuk, 2002: 12).   

Woven through my desire for silence is a propensity towards melancholy, a word I have quite deliberately deployed here, archaic as it is, it denotes a brooding sentimental pessimism, not as acute or profound as depression but more deeply engrained and pervasive than sadness alone. Melancholia it seems to me is hard wired in my familial culture, drawn from the culture of Ireland, a DNA deep bleakness, that pervades nearly every aspect of existence and a feature deeply imbedded in Irish music (White 2008) and literature (Schirmer, 1998. Coughlan, 2008). Melancholy has influenced my reading, world outlook and poetry.  

I am a poet of the lost and found, a gatherer of the detritus of the lived life of the day to day world. The themes I peruse in my work reflect my current interests, or should I say, obsessions and the ghosts and echoes of my journey to this point. I spend my days observing and eavesdropping, mining the everyday for source material. I research my writing from my own life and the lives of others I am a totter, a voyeur. As Yeats observed in his, Circus Animal’s Desertion, I find my material “In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart” (Yeats, 1996. Pg 346). 

Just as I cannot know what subject matter I will alight on next, I cannot know if my reasons for writing poetry will alter. Therefore if I conducted this exercise again that I may end up with a completely different poetics. As the Nobel Prize winning Polish poet Wislawa Szymborska observed “The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person” (Szymborska, 2000. Xiii).  I am, as all human beings are, a mishmash of confused, indeed mutually exclusive, thoughts, desires, feelings and beliefs. The rhythms that drive me are varied and carry their own tensions and my influences are eclectic all of which manifest itself in my work. I do however discern a unifying theme, a focus to this journey, my quest if you like: to move from that state of uneasy groping towards a future that F.Scott Fitzgerald termed “the unquiet darkness” (2013: 21) towards what  Frances Horovitz, articulated in her poem, Evening, written close to the end of her life, as ‘the good dark of this room’ ( Horovitz, 2011, pg 112). I seek an acceptance of life’s and my own unpredictability and contradictions. It is my attempt to make sense of my world and my place in it. My work is simply a platform to untangle and move-on from one concern to the next without ever reaching journey’s end. 

I have no greater scheme other than to continue writing poetry about those things that exercise me, things that change on a day to day basis. Poetry itself is the only thing I feel any certainty about, although what shape and what form it takes, is like the things I focus on; unknowable. Therefore, I will take Wittgenstein’s advice on any further speculation and remain silent on that which I cannot meaningfully speculate (Kenny, 2005). 






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Details of the MA in Creative Writing at Edge Hill may be accessed here.

Saturday, May 03, 2014

Robert Sheppard: Further Notes on Politics and Form: Sedimentation and Cognition in Adorno



                                           'Freedom tosses her garland into the stormy sky' (RS)

Adorno makes distinctions between content and form that maintain the usefulness of the concepts, while recognising their interinanimation. On a number of occasions in Aesthetic Theory he remarks that ‘‘form …. is itself sedimented content,’ a conceptualisation consonant with his belief that the antagonisms of reality have sunk into formal structures, into acts of forms and forming, and into formal play (of the kind valorised by Schiller). (Adorno 2002: 144) ‘Indeed, what is formed, the content … does not amount to objects external to form; rather, the content is mimetic impulses that are drawn into the world of images that is form.’ (Adorno 2002: 142) This dynamic modelling of the process emphasises forming as an action; impulses are magnetised by form: mimesis is subsumed by form, which is already sedimenting a content from which it cannot be distinguished from form. This is particularly so in poetry, where the heresy of paraphrase resists the artistic autonomy which arises with, and from, content becoming form: ‘What these works say is not what their words say. In art’s intentionless language the mimetic impulses are bequeathed to the whole, which synthesises them.’ (Adorno 2002: 184) Likewise, and from the point of view of the acts of forming that are poesis:

Material … is what artists work with: It is the sum of all that is available to them, including words, colors, sounds, associations of every sort and every technique ever developed. To this extent, forms too can become material; it is everything that artists encounter about which they must make a decision. (Adorno 2002: 148)

Form sediments content, subsumes mimesis, and, in acts of poesis, becomes material in artistic realisation. Simon Jarvis summarises much of what I have presented above (and in my previous post Form, Forms, Forming and the Antagonisms of Reality):

Firstly, art is not simply image-like, but has a cognitive character. Secondly, cognition is a not a collection of positive results, for Adorno, but a work of negation; that is, cognition is critical. The work of art knows the society which it lives off and on which it is irreducibly dependent, not by giving us a picture of that society, but by assembling and organizing materials which are not themselves outside society and history but contain historical experience sedimented within themselves. (Jarvis 107)

Jarvis also brings into the equation (if that is the right word, perhaps constellation is more appropriate to Adorno’s thinking) a speculative question that has haunted my formalist studies: what is it that form knows? Adorno’s answer to be sure is more determined than the speculative questioning of Peter de Bolla or Michael Wood (which fits uneasily with my desire to match forms and forming, since they prefer to defer to a Heideggerean ‘unfolding of truth’ that would have been anathema to Adorno). Adorno (more strictly Jarvis in his summary) argues that cognition is historical and is part of the sedimentation that fills form rather than in its materials and content. Additionally, it is part of the critical function of the work of art itself. Form is cognitive; forms are agents of cognition; acts of forming are cognitive events. Again, the heresy of paraphrase with literary art is inadmissible in theory, impossible as a practice: ‘The cognitive import of a poem could never adequately be settled simply by paraphrasing it, since the constellation of individual elements in the work of art is essential to the distinguishing of those elements from merely empirical material, to their having a cognitive import at all.’ (Jarvis 1998: 145) Rarefied though these distinctions are, they rescue cognition for form (and from content). It relies upon the critical function as shown above (and elsewhere); but it also relies upon artistic autonomy, which in turn, fuels the critical function: ‘The autonomy of art contains the categorical imperative: things must change,’ says Marcuse. (Marcuse 1978: 13) (You can almost hear Adorno saying at this point, ‘Calm down!’ but the point is the same. It is worth recording (again) what an influence Marcuse’s The Aesthetic Dimension had upon my thinking: I can remember buying it in the UEA bookshop; the fly leaf tells me, on October 1981, but I’d read a library copy before that, and had read Essay on Liberation in 1976, hot days; Marcuse in his acknowledgements says that his debt to Adorno didn’t need ‘any specific acknowledgement’: well, it might have done for this reader! But then, his book was published in English in 1978; Aesthetic Theory in the discredited, but – for a beginner – easier to read, English edition, had to wait until 1984, and I bought it in 1987. This might be an aside, but it’s a record of a different kind of historical sedimentation, an acknowledgement of the layers of thinking that fed into my aesthetics and (I separate them deliberately here) my poetics.)
            Autonomy, announced with a clarion call by Marcuse, becomes the ground of critique, as it were. Under monopoly capitalism, in Adorno’s thought, artistic autonomy operates equivocally, as Jarvis puts it: ‘On the one hand, it heightens the illusion of art’s independence; yet on the other, it is this illusory being-in-itself,’ the critical self-investigation examined earlier, ‘which makes possible the thought of real freedom from naked coercion, total dependence.’ (Jarvis 1998: 117) Autonomy, as an historical state for the art object, nevertheless ‘depends on a heteronomous moment for its very possibility’. (Jarvis 1998: 123) It is a relationship of critical re-cognition not of monadic (or monastic) negation. Autonomy, like a variety of freedom, is always autonomy from.   


Adorno, T.W. eds. Adorno, G., Tiedemann, R., trans. Hullot-Kentor, R., Aesthetic Theory, London: New York: Continuum, 2002.
Jarvis, Simon. Adorno: A Critical Introduction. Cambridge: Polity Press, 1998. 
Marcuse, Herbert. The Aesthetic Dimension. London and Basingstoke: Macmillan, 1978.


                                  'history is written in grease upon the windows of the CBA' (RS)

All the posts pertaining to my The Meaning of Form (of which this one was a part) may be accessed here.        

Update September 2016: For those who can buy The Meaning of Form in Contemporary Innovative Poetry, or order it for libraries, here are the places


                            

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Robert Sheppard: Form, Forms and Forming and the Antagonisms of Reality in Criticism, Poetics and Poetry



Note
A poetics piece dedicated to poet Sean Bonney, ‘Bad Poetry for Bad People!’ re-articulates many of the terms in this piece in a ‘forming action’ that drags ideas in the wake of its forward trajectory. I come up with the term ‘manyfesto’ to distinguish its multiple unfinish from the ‘manifestos’ of art (and politics). Written in response to Bonney’s talk about politics and poetry at the same Edinburgh conference to which I presented a draft of ‘Form, Forms and Forming and the Antagonisms of Reality in Criticism, Poetics and Poetry’ (and with the sounds of Bonney’s talk, my paper and the 2011 English riots ringing in my ears), it brings together (and disperses) many of the themes of this book, and demonstrates some of its concerns: it harbours (yet another) sonnet in its midst, it contains a ‘poetry’ that cannot be paraphrased, it offers a poetics that remains speculative, conjectural and provocative. It is a form that thinks poetry. Read it here. It is also republished, revised, in my book Unfinish: see here.

It begins (to give a taster):

i put myself in the scene i swerve new walls a mile high. An Investors in People plaque gleams on the funeral director’s wall. Shadows cast us aside for evening’s soft erasures, leave pencil shavings on paper. Political poetry will both say and not say, modified by formal resistance. Commodified a looted shop or Love on an impulse never correct mistrust of getting some watches a clear Muse stream hash-tagged on Twitter. This might be a way of approaching Adorno’s contention that the unresolved antagonisms of reality return in artworks as problems of form. There’s….





Even a cursory inspection of Charles Bernstein’s edited volume The Politics of Poetic Form (1990), a book that one might think pertinent to the theme of this blogging, will reveal how little form is actually referred to in any detail (by Rosmarie Waldrop alone as it happens in the poetics piece ‘Alarms and Excursions’, examined in an earlier posting). It is easier to talk politics, we might infer, than to interrogate form. I wish to trace a politics of poetic form without losing sight of form as a vital force of poesis. If poetry is the investigation of complex contemporary realities through the means (meanings) of form – as I contend – then the investigation of form itself is of paramount importance. It comes with a certain methodological liberty and verve: ‘The vitality of reading for form is freedom from program and manifesto, from any uniform discipline,’ (5) says leading new formalist Susan J. Wolfson. Indeed, this formalism has been fighting against instrumentalist readings of literature, ranging from the impositions of the New Historicists to the quasi-sociology that passes for a lot of English teaching still, particularly of poetry in schools, which often amounts to political message unmediated by the effects of form. Wolfson counters this: ‘My deepest claim is that language shaped by poetic form is not simply conscriptable as information for other frameworks of analysis; the forms themselves demand a specific kind of critical attention.’ (30)
I argue that the attention of any formal study of contemporary poetry – for that is what I am currently writing – must be dual. It must focus on form in the technical sense, on identifiable forms in play, the ones identified by Veronica Forrest-Thomson in Poetic Artifice as enjambment, line, rhythm, rhyme, etc., and on form in a general, more performative sense, that prioritises acts of forming and our apprehension of their coming to form in our reading. Forms and forming I call this pair for ease. Associating one with the other, Derek Attridge in The Singularity of Literature argues that form is the force that stages a performance of any text: we need to apprehend ‘the eventness of the literary work, which means that form needs to be understood verbally – as ‘taking form”, of “forming”, or even “loosing form”’(113),  but he insists that the devices of artifice ‘are precisely what call forth the performative response’ of any engaged reader, directly connected to the event of singularity which is the irruption of an inventive otherness in our productive reading. (118)
Both types of form are capable of carrying a semantic or cognitive charge, demonstrating that forms think. They contain or envelop meaning(s) of knowledge(s) and might show how new meaning and (non-propositional) knowledge might be formed and formulated. As such, aesthetic form carries a force operating on the individual (or collective) reader or viewer, which – in the case of poetry – means that the reader is the site where such meanings are staged by form, so that reading is formulating form, and formulating it into fluxing semantic and cognitive forms as a ‘performed mobility’. (111). Wolfson even writes that literature lovers ‘respond to forms as a kind of content’. (Rawes 214) Formal considerations of both kinds (forms and forming) are engaged by active reading and enact meanings that moderate, exacerbate, subvert (and on rare occasions reinforce) the kind of extractable meaning that Forrest-Thomson and Attridge both decry as ‘paraphrase’. If apprehension of form is not, or not only, a matter of collecting the devices of poetic artifice, of forms, but a question of entering into the process by which the text finds form in our reading, as forming, there can be, strictly, no paraphrase; indeed, paraphrase, a mode by which meaning is supposedly skimmed off the surface of reading as a residue or even an essence, or worse, a ‘political’ slogan, is a violation of the processes of forms forming. Paraphrase is amnesia of form.
‘An “artist” is someone who presents problems of forms,’ insists Lyotard in ‘The Critical Function of the Work of Art’, using the plural of the word as my study does, in alliance with, but distinct from its singular form. He continues: ‘The essential element, the only decisive one, is form. Modifying social reality is not important at all if it aims at putting back into place something that will have the same form.’ (83 Driftworks Lyotard) As true as these two sentences might be, the analogy that is suggested between the plastic forms of art practice, form as a decisive category of aesthetics or poetics, and ‘form’ as social and political formation in the service of an understated social ‘modification’, is an utopian one not sustained beyond his textual practice of periodic juxtaposition and the cognitive wilfulness of wishful thinking. It moves, as the arguments often do, too quickly, from ‘form’ as I am tracing its adventure in my current study, to social transformation as that is envisioned by radical politics. In the transfer events of forms and acts of forming are ignored: form is lost.
Adorno’s Aesthetic Theory was published in 1970, the same year as Lyotard’s post-1968 speculations, but takes a more nuanced view of what is a long standing interaction in aesthetics, beginning in Schiller, between the forms of life and the forms of art. ‘The unresolved antagonisms of reality return in artworks as immanent problems of form,’ Adorno says, thus immediately aligning, but separating, politics and form. (Adorno Theory: p. 6). The relationship between reality and form is announced in a way which seems to settle the issue. Antagonisms that have been resolved do not make their appearance, have historically played themselves out, it seems. Those unhappily unresolved antagonisms – of class one supposes – ‘return’ in artworks. They exist prior to their appearance as form therefore. By this formulation, they could not arise in the artwork, certainly not as content and only as form, or to be precise as ‘a problem of form’, whatever that might mean, and as an immanent, intrinsic one at that. Both Lyotard and Adorno see the artist presenting problems of form or forms, rather than form or its forms (or indeed forming) themselves. To continue with Adorno: the dynamic social forces of antagonism re-appear after the event as problems (which presumably have possible solutions) in the very substance of ‘the objective organisation within each artwork of what appears to be bindingly eloquent’ (p. 143), to use one of Adorno’s multiple definitions of form. For philosophy, an eloquent problem might be a forceful expression of its ceaseless activity; for an artist, problems of form or forms may be questions of poetics as I define it, as a speculative writerly discourse about the future of his or her activity, of acts of forming. But that is to return to the primal scene of poesis too hastily. Let us pursue Adorno’s definitions of form from a social perspective: ‘Form is what is anti-barbaric in art; through form art participates in the civilization that it criticizes by its very existence.’ (143) This asserts, a sting sharp in its tail, a now familiar conception of the critical function of the work of art, but which involves form as acts of forming, as dynamic participants in critique. Another definition suggests how the immanent problems reconfigure, how form mediates its critical function by operating on the world through itself, by turning onto, or back to, itself: ‘Form converges with critique. It is that through which artworks prove self-critical.’ (144: my emphasis) The problems of form and forms offer the modalities of critique in acts of forming, at those moments when form becomes visible. ‘If form is that in artworks by which they become artworks,’ argues Adorno, a formalism with which we might concur, ‘it is equivalent with their mediatedness, their objective reflectiveness into themselves.’ (144) Reading for form is allowing critical form to become critical function. Mediation to be complete must involve the finding, making, or even losing of form by the user of the artwork.
This has an art-historical aspect: ‘By its critical implication, form annihilates practices and works of the past.’ (144) A chapter in progress (there’s a version on Pages in 14 parts (of course!) ‘The Innovative Sonnet Sequence’, it begins here, and ends here, and was posted daily for a fortnight) outlines the vicissitudes in the history of the sonnet, the emergence of the innovative sonnet in one literary milieu in response to the perceived redundancy of the traditional sonnet. Jeff Hilson’s anthology The Reality Street Book of Sonnets is a monument to formal annihilation, to form analysing itself by fruitful exploration of the possible contemporary formal meanings of the sonnet frame.
To repeat my self-consciously formalist thesis:  Poetry is the investigation of complex contemporary realities through the means (meanings) of form. But for Adorno there is a further chain in the argument that forges the link between formal introspection and political critique: ‘Form is the law of the transfiguration of the existing, counter to which it represents freedom.’ (143) A representation of freedom is not freedom itself, of course, and Adorno characteristically sees the melancholy and guilt of the transfigurative situation in that ‘form inevitably limits what is formed’, since ‘selecting, trimming, renouncing’ must be a major part of poesis. ‘Without rejection there is no form, and this prolongs guilty domination in artworks, of which they would like to be free; form is their amorality.’ (144) I’m not sure this is experienced at the level of poesis (chopping out an unnecessary simile or adjective, sweeping away a passage of exposition in a piece of fiction, can be exhilarating), but at an historical level (say, of rejecting traditional sonnet forms for innovative ones) it might be felt as guilt. Indeed, this is not a million miles away from WH Auden’s guilty realisation that ‘a poem which was really like a political democracy would be formless’; a society organised like a good poem (by Auden’s poetics) would be a totalitarian regime, a remark that has haunted and stimulated my thinking for some decades. (quoted in Raban, p. 27)  It certainly flowed into the formal selections for writing my poem The Lores in the mid-90s, where ‘the text’s poetic focus is the relationship of fascism to micro-fascism and the matching resistances to that at both the Grand Level and at ground level,’ is negotiated in part by the formal frame of ‘various word counts for the poem [which] derive from Plato’s The Laws, in which 5040 is considered the ideal number of citizens for his second ,[more repressive,] Republic because it is a number divisible by most numbers, and is therefore useful for the raising of taxes and militia, and – doubtless – for surveillance’ (Sheppard 2008: 383-4):

HISTORY MATERIALISES A
HALO OF EXTINCTION
X WHICH FLOATS
ABOVE YOU CLOCKS
RUST ON SHOP
FRONTS YOUR MUGSHOT
FLASH BETWEEN NEGATING
BARS THE DEFENCE
IMPLODES IN PROVISIONAL
MARGINS OF CODE
REVOLUTIONARY PLEASURE STRUGGLES
WITHOUT HEROES WHILE
BLOCS OF SENSATION
PINCH THE EYE

MANACLES HOLD YOUR
HANDS IN AN
ATTITUDE OF PRAYER
AS THE POSTMAN
APPEARS FROM NOWHERE
DIASPORA-LINKAGE IN
THE CRUSH OF
YAWNING TURF-GRAVES
A SINGLE IMPACT
PEPPERS OUR GIFTS
STREET-COLLISION FETISHES
MARKET THE ORDINARY
PRAYERS ETHICS FROZEN
IN CELESTIAL GUILT

DISPOSITIONS BEHIND LIMP
FLAG FRAMES A
NEWSREEL THE LIGHT
WHERE PERCEPTION BECOMES
ETHICAL TO REGIMENT
THE PARTY OF
A-TOPIA HE QUESTIONS
FROM CROUCHING GUN
POSITIONS ANSWERS WITH
BOHÈME IN YOUR
BOARDROOM DUST GRAFFITIST
SERENADES THE VECTORS
BOOT SERMONS KICK
COMPETITIVE BARRICADES


The forms of life and the forms of art have been entangled since Romantic aesthetics gave us the terms. ‘Form is the seal of social labour, fundamentally different from the empirical process of making,’ (144) remarks Adorno, and this is true, but the empirical process of making, poesis and its poetics, must lie behind any presentation of the problems of form, and it is one I want to return to as someone who presents problems of form(s) as poems. ‘Milton produced Paradise Lost for the same reason that a silkworm produces silk. It was an activity of his nature,’ Marx commented, (Marx in Milton ed. Davies, p. 19) a little too easily, but it does remind us that Schiller asserted, in On the Aesthetic Education of Man (1795) that ‘Man … is only wholly Man when he is playing’ and ‘he shall play only with Beauty.’ (Schiller p. 80; italics his)  The shaping of beauty can only be facilitated by the ‘play impulse’ but the ‘object of the form impulse’ is ‘shape… a concept which includes all formal qualities of things and all their relations to the intellectual faculties’ (p. 76, italics his). This is in distinction to its reciprocatory antagonist, the ‘sense impulse’, whose object is ‘life’ to the wholeness of Man. (76: but see also p. 118) Art and life are separate until brought together. Schiller leaves us in no doubt that the Man who is wholly himself in play and sense becomes adequate to realities beyond himself by becoming a man of form, as it were: ‘When … the formal impulse holds sway, and the pure object acts within us, there is the highest expansion of being, all barriers disappear, and from being the unit of magnitude to which the needy sense confined him, Man has risen to a unit of idea embracing the whole realm of phenomena.’ (Schiller: 67; his italics.)
Jacques Rancière, in his 2002 essay ‘The Aesthetic Revolution and its Outcomes’ points to Schiller’s equation of these drives and summarises: ‘There exists a specific sensory experience that holds the promise of both a new world of Art and a new life for individuals and the community, namely the aesthetic.’ The Romantic breakthrough of which Schiller was part is ‘one that reframes the division of the forms of our experience to this day’, he claims. (Dis: 115 ranc) This results in ‘three major scenarios’ concerning this relationship, similar to the triad established by Schiller: ‘Art can become life. Life can become art. And art and life can change their properties.’ (119) One of Rancière’s ‘scenarios’ (the last, in effect that art and life can change and perhaps exchange their properties) is particularly seductive but dangerous for the contemporary artist in Rancière’s attractive description. ‘The prose of everyday life becomes a huge fantastic poem’ sounds inviting (particularly to poets!), the poet becoming ‘not only a naturalist or an archaeologist, … he also becomes … a symptomologist, delving into the dark underside …  to decipher the messages engraved in the very flesh of ordinary things’, but this is to run the risk of making the extraordinary ordinary, and results (‘taken to its extreme’) in the vapid ‘political’ art of ‘exhibitions of re-cycled commodities’: ‘denunciation … becomes part of the game’. (126-7) How I think of certain exhibitions at the Liverpool Biennial, but the textual equivalent might be a work such as Alexandra Nemerov’s ‘First My Motorola’ which ‘is a list of every brand she touched over the course of a day’, and is an exemplar of uncreative writing in Against Expression: An Anthology of Conceptual Writing published in 2011. (457-62):

First, My Motorola
Then my Frette
Then my Sonia Rykiel
Then my Bulgari
Then my Asprey …. (457)                                                                    until

And finally, my Motorola (462)

Nemerov’s text attempts to trace the multiple signatures of late capitalism, but does nothing with those traces; from a formal point of view this text fails to transform the phenomena it frames (unlike, say, Kenneth Goldsmith’s Day or Vanessa Place’s Statement of Facts). It is unadorned product placement that ‘my’ of the circularity of the diurnal return to ‘And finally’ hardly ironises enough (for this reader). Art and life change their properties, perhaps, and in the act de-value both; exchange is not, after all, transformation.1
However, between these three scenarios that Rancière describes (the other two entropic ‘vanishing points’ are art becoming life and life becoming art, remember) creative artists inevitably ‘shuttle … playing one linkage with art and non-art against another such linkage’. (132) The artist buzzes like a fly between the three planes of his or her conceptual prison. This places the poet in an interestingly nuanced and unstable position: ‘Aesthetic art promises a political accomplishment that it cannot satisfy, and thrives on that ambiguity,’ says Rancière, quite positively. (133) The forms of life and the forms of art touch and partly re-negotiate their relationship, perhaps continually. Rancière calls this process ‘dissensus’: ‘If there exists a connection between art and politics, it should be cast in terms of dissensus, the very kernel of the aesthetic regime: artworks can produce effects of dissensus precisely because they neither give lessons nor have any destination’. (140) Dissensus is defined in contradistinction to the manufacture of ‘democratic’ consensus as ‘a political process that resists juridical litigation and creates a fissure in the sensible order by confronting the established framework of perception, thought and action with the “inadmissible”’. (in Glossary in The Politics of Aesthetics: p. 85) Forces of subjectivation are energised by its rupture of reality. Its politics operate much like the approved model of the aesthetic in Rancière’s thought.2
‘The dream of a suitable political work of art,’ Rancière says elsewhere in an interview, ‘is in fact the dream of disrupting the relationship between the visible, the sayable and thinkable’ – the three essential regimes of his thinking – ‘without having to use the terms of a message as a vehicle’, like Nemerov; instead producing ‘meanings in the form of a rupture with the very logic of meaningful situations.’ (Polit 63) In effect, a dissensual rupture. Rupture – which I interpret, or at least envisage, as a formal activity –is inherently meaningful. As Benjamin comments: ‘Interruption is one of the fundamental devices of all structuring.’ (Benjamin: 58?)
Rancière, writing in 2003, issued a minatory corrective to the purely technical comprehension of poesis, and reminds us of a certain entropy of technique, in formal actitivity that is not, or is no longer, effective, because complicit with social and political processes, in the case of collage or ‘meanings in the form of a rupture’ to use his expression:

Linking anything with everything whatsoever, which yesterday passed for subversive, is today increasingly homogeneous with the reign of journalistic anything contains everything and the subject-hopping of advertising. We therefore need …  to put some disorder back into montage. (Rancière 2007: 51)

To me, this last corrective is a brilliant description of the ethics, if not politics, of form in late Tom Raworth (as I’ve written elsewhere and won’t repeat here, in both The Poetry of Saying and in When Bad Times Made for Good Poetry). ‘Suitable political art would ensure … the production of a double effect: the readability of a political signification and a sensible or perceptual shock caused … by the uncanny, by that which resists signification’. (63 of The Politics of Aesthetics) Although this is not, like Adorno’s, a strictly formalist reading, it is difficult for me to see how a ‘sensible or perceptual shock’ might be achieved without formally investigative operations, such as in a re-vitalised montage that suggests dissensual rupture rather than connection; but I fail to see why the fashionable ‘uncanny’ should be the only means available to achieve this. The double effect can only occur in moments of forming, when the text takes form before our eyes in our actual interaction with the text. The critical function of art is born in the instant its form de-forms and re-forms in front of us as precisely the representation of freedom that Adorno describes. If forms know anything they know at least to do this.
  
In my first presentation of this chapter as a paper at the Conversify Conference in Edinburgh in October 2011, I ended here on this formalist flourish but I’d like to share the original ending because it points to certain difficulties I’ve had with my poetics of form and my formalist poetics.

There [I might have said]: I’ve rattled on so long, reached the outer limits of my current critical thinking, and not left enough time for examples. I’m meant to be talking about Barry MacSweeney, and want to write about his particular forms in my book on form. My original abstract promised: ‘I test the political implications of this [my notions of form] by an examination of Barry MacSweeney’s varied use of form, from the impaction of ‘Odes’ to the political transparency of a number of his ‘State of the Nation Addresses’, from the lyricism of the ‘Pearl’ poems to the anger of the late mythologizing poems of alcoholic disintegration.’ Even then I realised: ‘While I will be unable to cover all of this in a paper I focus upon events of forming as central to reading and question how the political operates within readerly forming and within the forms of poems. This might be a more productive way of approaching Adorno’s contention that “The unresolved antagonisms of reality return in artworks as immanent problems of form.”’ I believe this to have been the case. However, in another way I’ve written myself into a corner. But it’s an interesting one. And one I’ve been in before, where, like now, I was caught between literary critical concepts, the speculative discourse of my poetics, and literary creation. The moment was the mid 1990s and the concept was not form but ‘creative linkage’ as a specific description of the ‘accelerated collage’ at work in Tom Raworth, Allen Fisher, Ulli Freer and Adrian Clarke. This resulted in a personal poetics of creative linkage and a literary work, The Lores, which put that theory of textual impaction into poetic practice. Using quite other materials, the thinking of Adorno and Rancière, and the whole league of ‘new’ formalist critics, nevertheless leads me back to the knot where criticism, poetics and poetry meet. Writing this one week after rioting occured about half a mile from where I’m sitting, I feel impelled to re-visit the angry core of The Lores and figure out what might be my contemporary version of Ranciere’s ‘double effect: the readability of a political signification’ – nobody is saying the poem isn’t saying – against ‘a sensible or perceptual shock caused … by that which resists signification’.

The time capsule’s
contract with the
future, the Eugenics’
Court with its
injections, co-ops us
to a selective
history: as soon
as the population
is trafficking clatters
the shutters down
the laws of
motion beyond its
jurisdiction, unceased husks
in lightning streaks

Flicks to see
who flinches empty
me from your
circumference, accommodations of
space an abacus
for millions who
stand beside us
pure result with
no contest empty
microphones and dead
amplifiers inside each
rule if she
moves any slower
she’s our commodity

Political poetry will both say and not say, modified by formal resistance and interruption. (See a condensed version of this piece, with additions, here.) Check out all my posts concerning form here.



Update September 2016: For those who can buy The Meaning of Form in Contemporary Innovative Poetry, or order it for libraries, here are the places


1. Is Alexandra Nemerov a relative of Alex Nemerov (male), a wonderful academic I met in Amsterdam? We realised both of our fathers had been in the RAF. Poetry readers should be able to work out who his was.

2. Guattari also uses the term in his suggestive late The Three Ecologies to contrast ‘a stupefying and infantalizing consensus’ with ‘the singular production of existence’ from micro-political groups operating in short term autonomous activism.’ (50: Guattari.)


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