Monday, July 25, 2011

Kirsten Bartholomew Ortega Reviews Robert Darnton's New Book, Poetry and the Police

Fresh off the slopes of the Rocky Mountains, Kirsten Bartholomew Ortega—an Assistant Professor of English at the University of Colorado at Colorado Springs and a new Poetry & Popular Culture correspondent—gives us her take on Robert Darnton's recent study Poetry and the Police: Communication Networks in Eighteenth-Century Paris (Harvard, 2010). Ortega, pictured here, is completing a book about the figure of the female flaneur in urban-based American poetry and has published articles on June Jordan, Adrienne Rich, and Gwendolyn Brooks. So what does a study of eighteenth-century French street poetry have to do with the writing and study of popular poetry today? More than you'd initially think. Read on to find out.

What difference can poetry really make in the world? W.H. Auden is oftentimes quoted in the way of an answer for his line "poetry makes nothing happen" (from "In Memory of W.B. Yeats"), but Robert Darnton's Poetry and the Police suggests that, for fourteen men in eighteenth-century Paris, at least, poetry made quite a lot happen. King Louis XV assigned a police investigation into the poems these men exchanged and—wait, it gets better—had the men arrested, imprisoned, and exiled from Paris as a result. Darnton's archival examination of the police records from this "Affair of the Fourteen" suggests that there is a long historical foundation to the popularity of poetry as political activism. Just as the role of politics is hotly debated in poetry discussions, though, Darnton's suggestion pushes uneasily against his reluctance to attribute too much historical impact to poetry. Certainly, the lives of fourteen men were ruined, but the king's social and economic policies—some of which inspired the offending poems—were not altered.

The disconnect between the impact of the poems on the individual versus society as a whole is a problem uniquely presented and exacerbated by city life. Darnton's investigation—he's a historian at Harvard and a towering figure in the field known as the History of the Book—reveals much about urban poetry and its persistent emphasis on the paradox of individuality in urban spaces filled with people. Typically, Baudelaire's nineteenth-century flaneur dominates the historical conversation about the influence of poetry from and of the streets of Paris. The image of Baudelaire's modern, urban stroller—especially as characterized by Walter Benjamin, who is primarily responsible for continuing discussions of flanerie in artistic and intellectual circles—is of the poet as part of the city crowd but not of the people. The flaneur was more akin to the dandy than a political activist.

What makes Baudelaire's poetry so compelling almost two centuries after it was written is his way of engaging with particularly modern city spaces. The flaneur provides a model for the urban perspective: aloof, invisible, capable of overwhelming attraction to other members of the crowd, and intoxicated by the possibilities of experience in the crowd. We continue to struggle with the effects of urban life on humanity in the twenty-first century (see Nicholas Lemann's recent review of new urban studies texts in the New Yorker). And poetry continues to play a significant role in the development of people's creative, political, intellectual, and emotional responses to city life. The surge of popularity of poetry in urban settings at the end of the twentieth-century in the forms of spoken word, slam, and hip-hop poetries—and their tendency to be political—is a testament to this.

Darnton's compelling story of the impact political poetry had in eighteenth-century Paris—nigh on a century before Baudelaire—complicates the image of the flaneur as the sole historical method of poetic response to urban life, though. Poetry and the Police implies that this history needs re-evaluation: whereas Baudelaire's flaneur was individualist, privately involved in public space, and wholly apolitical, the poems that Darnton uncovers in the police files of the "Affair of the Fourteen" are political, social, and have real public repercussions.

In Poetry and the Police, Darnton delves into the archives and discovers a detective story—one in which he is both detective and recorder of detective work. The book is a fast-paced read the way a good detective novel would be, yet Darnton manages to weave his analysis of eighteenth-century police records together with his discoveries and knowledge about oral history and culture, records of eighteenth-century popular songs, the developments of philosophies about "public opinion," and an investigation of how poetry moved through the strict eighteenth-century class structures of Paris.

The police records Darnton examines follow a campaign to stamp out political poems against the king (and against some members of his court, especially a certain despised mistress). As a particularly notorious case, the "Affair of the Fourteen" provided Darnton with extensive material, and his story reveals some surprises: the F.B.I.—I mean the police—kept extensive, detailed records of interviews of prisoners, even requiring prisoners to sign final documents to verify their accuracy; the men contacted the F.B.I.—I mean the police—freely after their exile to complain about the inability to make lives for themselves in the wake of the campaign; each of the men received exceptional punishment for behavior that was otherwise considered commonplace (none admitted to having written any of the original poems themselves, and the sharing of political poetry was apparently rampant); and, finally, the police retained copies of the poems they seized.

The poetry was insurgent, but also funny. It was valued most by how cleverly the poet could employ poetics: poor rhymes and stilted rhythms were snubbed. In one of his best moments, Darnton describes the poems as "a cacophony of sedition set to rhyme" (11). Most surprisingly for contemporary readers, though, is that the poetry was collective. Darnton explains "it was a case of collective creation": people added to and changed the poems as they were exchanged; some wrote them down; and others exclusively declaimed them publicly from memory. The people involved were rarely "poets"—they were law clerks, priests, students, and philosophers. Darnton also traces evidence that many of the poems originated as political tactics on the part of courtiers themselves, who, evidence suggests, passed their poems down to servants who then spread them beyond the court. The poems are urban in construction, then: the participants assert their individual voices into the development and dissemination of dissent and then disappear into the multitude.

The idea that poetry was having such an impact on social life is exciting for those of us who have been following the teachings of people like June Jordan (pictured here), who suggests that poetry can be the people's voice (e.g., her Poetry for the People project at Berkeley). But Darnton is conscientious about avoiding any claims about the impact of poems exchanged clandestinely. In fact, he has a tendency to undo his own arguments in the book. For example, he takes pains to establish the influence such political poetry had on the king, but then he notes that the king never allowed any of that influence to determine his policy design. In cases like this, Darnton is admirably desirous of historical accuracy, and the book's strength is certainly in its attention to the history of poetry (rather than, say, in its close reading or analysis of those poems). Darnton not only includes multiple versions of the lyrics to songs/poems, but he went even further in the composition of this book and commissioned a singer to record versions of the songs which are available for listening on the Harvard University Press website. Given all this energy, I found myself frustrated that Darnton refused to allow the poems to have the impact that he repeatedly suggests is possible and that the title of his book implies.

Today, Poetry and the Police is suggestive of Ice T, NWA, and other overt attempts of lyricists and poets to use poetry to make real changes to the ways that American police have interacted with inner-city people. Like the poems that Darnton looks at, rap- and hip-hop-related lyrics to songs like "Cop Killer" and "Fuck Tha Police" were subversive and probably exchanged primarily through memorization and underground "transcriptions" through dubbing and sharing. But just as hip-hop- and rap-related lyrics are given short shrift in many academic settings today, Darnton gives little if any attention to the poems themselves in Poetry and the Police. While he repeatedly refers to the poems' rhyme schemes and other formal structures, for example, he rarely analyzes the poems' content or their modes of making arguments.

Maybe this is because even Darnton dismisses their poetic or artistic "value," assuming that what they reveal about politics and eighteenth-century Paris is more important than what the phrases or lines of poetry itself can reveal. Yet one of the most memorable moments in the book occurs when Darnton parses the double entendre in a poem's reference to the king's mistress giving out white flowers at a dinner party: the flowers suggest venereal disease! This is so scandalous that—ooh la la, right?—Darnton tells a whole secondary detective story about the dismissal of the court official implicated in the writing of that poem. There must have been many more such references lost on a contemporary reader like me (who neither reads French nor, zut alors, is fluent in eighteenth-century Parisian slang); treating the poems he studies as worthy of at least some literary analysis would not only have set a good example for other scholars working on similar material, but it would have further sold me on the rich complexities of the era and phenomenon he writes about.

Ultimately, then, Poetry and the Police hints at, rather than really develops, some of the ways that we can rethink poetic history. The book suggests that poetry had real effects on society. Before the Beats warranted police attention, before the FBI started keeping files on American poets like Muriel Rukeyser (download her FBI file here), before poets were called to report to the House Un-American Activities Committee, and before Common's visit to the White House was protested by law enforcement, poetry was already worthy of police surveillance in eighteenth-century France. The poems Darnton shares reveal that poetry, when most powerful, has rarely been as many contemporary readers expect: it was a social and participatory endeavor rather than a solitary one. This is the poetic history that Whitman invested in American poetry: this is urban poetics.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Geocaching: The Beat Poet Vision

So, Poetry & Popular Culture was just in the western suburbs of Chicago visiting family for the July 4 weekend, and we got a chance to hang out for a while with brother-in-law Jim who's an I.T. guy, an amateur astronomer, and really into geocaching—the worldwide treasure-hunting activity, apparently started in the year 2000 by a guy from Beavercreek, Oregon, where people use GPS devices to track down any of the 1.3 million hidden objects secreted by game players in over 100 countries around the globe. Not content to simply give out the coordinates of their caches, some clever geocache hiders, united by the official site Geocaching.com, make the game one step more interesting by requiring players to first solve a puzzle in order to discover the treasure's coordinates. Brother-in-law Jim, who has tracked down any number of caches in and around the Chicago area and elsewhere, saved the following puzzle for P&PC, hoping that our poetry acumen and beatnik-friendly disposition would help him with a hunt in the nearby suburb of Winfield.

Harnessing the associative logic and apocalyptic rhetoric that is stereo- typical of beatnik-style coffee-shop verse—and not entirely unlike the poem that Herman Munster recites in the video clip that Angela Sorby commented on for P&PC about a year ago—the Winfield puzzle encodes the treasure's coordinates. From the slang to the punny language (we especially appreciate the pun on "cool cat" that is "cool cache"), we think it's a little masterpiece. It was written and placed in March of 2010 by someone identified as sgauss, and brother-in-law Jim says we should use the identification tag GC250N1 when mentioning it—itself a little finding mechanism (the registered GC code) for geocachers in the know.

Schooled in the riddles of Anglo- Saxon poetry as well as in the sometimes riddle-like difficulty of modern poetry, P&PC was indeed able to help brother-in-law Jim out with his quest. Every coordinate for every geocache is a string of numbers like the following

N 41° 52.400 W 088° 09.350

and so the suburban Chicago's Beatnik has given us a poem in the following scenario that converts from its associative word salad—and references to both popular poetry and popular culture—to a string of numbers like that. Totally grooving with the hep cat's verse, we hopped in the car, tracked down the location, searched around for a while, and eventually found the cleverly-hidden treasure: a water-proof capsule which contained a little Anglo-Saxon-like scroll on which we wrote our names testifying to the fact that we were there. We got it, man. Can you?

Here's the "Beat Poet Vision" puzzle (GC250N1) as written and posted by sgauss:

Short Description

As the weather has gotten warmer I've thought more and more about hiding a cache, maybe a few. But where should I hide a cache? How could I do something original, creative and fun? I just wasn't inspired by the places I could think of for hiding a cache...

Long Description

And then I had The Vision. I was standing outside, and a voice was saying, "Here, you should hide a cache here, man!"

I looked around and spotted someone who just didn't seem to belong at this spot. I saw him, and I knew he was a beatnik. He was a beatnik, and he was in Winfield. Why was a beatnik in Winfield? Why was he telling me where to hide a cache? As if this beatnik has read my mind he spoke again, "You wanted to know where to hide a cache, and how to hide it. You wanted a cool cache, and I have come bearing answers. Put the cache right here!" And he walked up and pointed out where the cache should go.

I looked where he pointed. I could hide a cache there, but it wasn't really an original hiding place. It would just be a park- and-grab. I thought I had come up with one or two ideas that were a little better. I told the beatnik, "Well, sure I could put a cache there, but I'm not sure how cool that would be."

"You don't think this would be cool? Trust me, man, this will be cool. Because you're not just going to tell people where to find this! It will be a mystery, it'll blow their minds!"

"Oh, you mean a puzzle cache? I've had one or two ideas about logic puzzles, or something with computers..."

Impatiently he interrupted me, "Like, put away the numbers box! I will give you the clues! Listen, and I will lay it on you!" And he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and looked off into the distance as he read the following verse:

Horsemen of the Apocalypse
world is enough
Nickel Helium Mudville!
turkey degrees of Kevin Bacon
crazy is enough
everything means less than
jon & kate plus Stu Sutcliffe
love potion number Air Force

"Umm ... crazy? I'm not sure I get this."

The beatnik looked back at me and said, "It's poetry, man. Free association. Stream of consciousness. Trust me, they will GET it man!" And then he handed me the piece of paper with the poem on it. I looked at the paper, re-read the poem, and flipped it over. On the back were a set of coordinates. I looked at the coordinates, and then flipped the paper over again, and looked at the poem some more.

I looked back up at the beatnik. He said, "You dig?" I nodded, and bongo drums started to play as he turned, started to walk away, and then faded out of sight. Crazy.

If you think you get it, check your answer at Geochecker.com.

Bring your own pen or pencil; an extraction tool is recommended.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Jimmy Stewart: Tonight Show Poet Laureate?

(For the shaggy dog story ending with the Lake Barengo poem featured in the following clip, click here.)





Friday, July 1, 2011

The Poetry of the Jersey Shore

So, take a moment and check out this 19th-century Nicole "Snooki" Polizzi who—down even to the brash and colloquial nature of her poetry—was apparently making the local culture of the Jersey Shore something to behold more than a century ago. Given the careful position and flirtatiously phallic droop of the parasol in the photo, our interns here at the P&PC office have suggested that the saucy poem on the reverse may have been written for Michael "The Situation" Sorrentino himself:

When soon at home
Your thoughts will roam
Awhile to Jersey Shore
When then you see
This phiz of me
You'll think: "O, never more"
"That bad old maid"
"Whom I so hate"
"On me her scoldings pour."

If you know anything about Snooki and her MTV cast mates, it's that they're a group of, um, creative wordsmiths who are constantly doing their own type of shuffle and breakdown with the English language. ("A crow comes in and starts quacking at us," Snooki once quipped.) The same goes for their 19th century predecessor (named Laura Hays, if we make out the handwriting correctly) whose poem reminds us of the great word phiz—meaning a facial expression or countenance and dating back, the OED tells us, to 1687 when Henry Higden wrote in his Modern Essay on the Tenth Satyr of Juvenal, "Oh had you then his Figure seen, / With what a rueful Phis and mein...."

A rueful phis and mein? We like it, and we think Snooki (pictured here) might appreciate it too, but we like William Schwenck Gilbert's use of phiz in "Only a Dancing Girl" even more. In the slightly less-than-romantic verse from the 1860s, Gilbert describes his "unpoetical" title character as a "tawdry, tinselled thing" with "ungrammatical lips" and—you guessed it—a "painted, tainted phiz." A painted, tainted phiz? Like, so off the hook, right? That said, the older and measurably more fusty contingent at P&PC likes Helen Keller's 1903 use of the word best of all. In Story of My Life, Keller describes one of her favorite bull terriers as having "a long pedigree, a crooked tail and the drollest 'phiz' in dogdom." The drollest phiz in dogdom? In a Jersey Shore world where crows come in and start quacking, why the heck not?

Friday, June 10, 2011

Reflections on "The Workshop as Phenomenon"

Following last night's keynote address by Marilynne Robinson (pictured below) and this morning's series of panels, the "reunion" marking the Iowa Writers' Workshop's 75th anniversary is now in full swing, and P&PC's Iowa City affiliate has just checked in. Here is one person's take on some of the events of the last 24 hours:

Yesterday evening, following a welcome and introduction by novelist and current Workshop Director Lan Samantha Chang, Marilynne Robinson delivered the reunion's keynote address, "The Workshop as Phenomenon," in Iowa City's historic Englert Theater. Although some notable figures were absent—some were off hearing Greg Brown performing at The Mill, one of Iowa City's historic music venues—it was a packed house that heard Robinson praise the Workshop for setting a precedent by which people would be encouraged to write within the auspices of higher education. Anything that gets people to think and write seriously in an age of rage, worry, half-truths and non-truths, she argued, is a good thing; better to have people writing as teachers and students within the relative freedom of higher ed, she continued, than meeting the expectations of a royal patron, succumbing to the market, or "cranking out dime novels under assumed names." Except for the fact that Workshop graduates have cranked out cheap novels under assumed names to pay the bills, there was little to object to in this thematic strand of her speech which sought to praise what creative writing workshops do well.

Not surprisingly, perhaps, Robinson's talk centered on the pivotal role of the University and Iowa City in the history of university and college-level workshops and graciously acknowledged the region's literary culture of writing clubs, workshops, and other such meetings that predated the Workshop's official formation in 1936. While she praised the model of exchanging and critiquing work that the Workshop would inherit and develop, though, and while she offered a long catalog of prominent writers who visited Iowa before the formation of the Workshop, Robinson didn't name any of the people who actually lived and wrote in Iowa themselves—people who were cultivating and caring for the literary soil that would ultimately (even unpredictably) support a publicly-funded institutionalized creative writing program in the Midwest: once nationally-known people like poets Jay G. Sigmund (the Cedar Rapids insurance executive who mentored the Workshop's second director Paul Engle), Arthur Davison Ficke, Floyd Dell, and novelist Ruth Suckow whose gravestone is pictured here. Indeed, the literary scene that helped lay the foundation for the Workshop was capacious and inviting—as populist, if we are to believe the historical record, as the Workshop is exclusive. Here, for example, is how Suckow (writing for H.L. Mencken's American Mercury in 1926) described Iowa's literary culture: "It is snatched at by everybody—farmer boys, dentists, telegraph editors in small towns, students, undertakers, insurance agents and nobodies. All have a try at it."

After the keynote, this correspondent attended a soiree hosted by Workshop M.F.A. and now well-off businessman Glenn Schaeffer (who donated the money to build the Dey House's addition and new library). Lan Samantha Chang, T.C. Boyle, Allan Gurganus, and Ethan Canin were in attendance. We then wandered down to Dave's Foxhead, a favorite Workshop watering hole, which was packed to the rafters with alums including 2010 Pulitzer winner Paul Harding. Sightings early the next morning included Philip Levine, Robert Hass, Z.Z. Packer, Francine Prose, and Edward Hirsch. Despite the thrills of such encounters, this correspondent couldn't help thinking about all the nameless people described in Suckow's description of 1926 Iowa, as well as about the writers who went unmentioned in Robinson's talk but who stoked the fires of the state's literary culture in the first part of the 20th century. Indeed, when I dropped the name Arthur Davison Ficke (pictured here in a photo by Carl Van Vechten, an Iowa native) at Schaeffer's place the night before, the published writer with whom I was talking stared at me for a moment and then asked, "Who?" Who indeed.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

The Iowa Writers' Workshop & Popular Culture

From Thursday through Sunday (June 9-12) of this week, the University of Iowa Writers' Workshop—the oldest creative writing M.F.A. program in the U.S. (founded in 1936)—is celebrating its 75th Anniversary with a "reunion" featuring talks, panels, lectures, receptions, parties, a softball game, an open mic, box lunches, and even a dance in Iowa City. Fifty writers, including eight Pulitzer Prize winners, will be on hand to pontificate—er, discuss the nuances of their craft and their identity and careers as writers. Hundreds of alums are reportedly headed to Iowa City—the UNESCO-designated World City of Literature that is also home to the International Writing Program, the University of Iowa Center for the Book, the University of Iowa Press, ACT, the Iowa Testing Programs, a Translation Workshop, a Ph.D. in English, and much much more. The Huffington Post will be on hand. The Paris Review and Martha Stewart's Wholeliving will have reporters on site. So what else could P&PC do? We passed the hat and sent a correspondent of our own—a fact that's been reported on in a recent UI press release.

So what, you might be asking yourself, does P&PC have to find out by attending panels with, um, uh—how shall we say it?—quaintly 1950s-retro titles like "What Makes Literature Immortal?" and "The Writer as Outsider"? And what in the world might hobnobbing with prize winners and other high-art practitioners and standard-bearers have to offer a blog with a mission to study and document "good bad poetry, not-so-good poetry, commercial poetries, ordinary readers, puns, newspaper poetries" and so on? Good questions. Really good questions. It's like we asked them ourselves. So here's something in the way of a provisional answer.

For years, Iowa's program has been held up as the gold standard for M.F.A. programs, employing and educating Pulitzer winners and other beacons of high poetic art from the 1950s on. Robert Lowell? Check. John Berryman? Check. Robert Penn Warren? Check. Donald Justice, Mark Strand, Philip Levine, Jorie Graham, Rita Dove, Robert Hass, Charles Wright, James Tate, W.D. Snodgrass, Philip Schultz, Karl Shapiro? Check, check, check and double check.

Yet, at the same time that this history's gone down, there's a story that's gone untold—and that one has to do with the Workshop's ongoing and pretty much unacknowledged engagement with popular literature. Take, for example, longtime Workshop Director Paul Engle (pictured here), who not only won the 1932 Yale Series of Younger Poets award for his first book of poetry (Worn Earth) but went on to shepherd the program to national prominence in the 1940s and 50s by hiring Lowell, Berryman, Vonnegut, and Warren and by mentoring the likes of Flannery O'Connor, Donald Justice, and Philip Levine. At the same time that he was doing so, though, Engle was also partnering with Hallmark, Inc. That's right, the greeting card people. He wrote the libretto for a 1960 Hallmark Hall of Fame production Golden Child: A Christmas Opera. He and an Iowa student assistant did the work compiling poems for Hallmark's 1960 anthology Poetry for Pleasure: The Hallmark Book of Poetry. And in the late 1950s, you could have found Engle writing verse for Hallmark greeting cards as well as Poetry magazine. P&PC has seen 17 different Engle-authored greeting cards, and our sources inside Hallmark suggest that some of these sold as many as 30,000 copies.

That history of Iowa-trained writers penning their way to a paycheck via popular culture does not end there. It's a well-known but never-studied fact, for example, that fiction graduates have long supported themselves by writing romance novels. For years, the Iowa Book Doctors has been outsourcing work to M.F.A graduates who have ghost-written thrillers including the Jack Kevorkian bio and soon-to-be movie Between the Dying and the Dead. Famous sci-fi writer Joe Haldeman attended Iowa (later writing two Star Trek novels). Faculty member Chris Offutt has written for Weeds and True Blood as well as comic books. As we reported here about a year and a half ago, poet Lewis Turco got his career started by publishing sci-fi poetry in Fantasy and Science Fiction. More recently, M.F.A. graduate Lucas Bernhardt was elected the poet laureate of the Portland Trail Blazers' premiere fan site, Blazer's Edge.

So you can see where we're going with these examples, can't you? It's the opinion of P&PC that while some Workshop graduates have gone on to win prizes and accolades from the world of refined literary culture, there's another side to the story: Workshop poets and fiction writers have also been feeding the maw of popular culture for years now, and with all the rhetoric of gold-standards and Pulitzers and World City of Literature designations, that fact has been lost. Put another and less decorous way, the Workshop has not only been training writers to succeed at the highest levels of their craft, but it's also been training writers to masterfully and successfully sell out.

You're not going to find that sort of language on the official or pro- motional web sites, of course—nor is it on this weekend's program sandwiched in between "What Makes Literature Immortal?" and "The Writer as Outsider." But our affiliate on location in Iowa City is out to see if the alums have anything to say for themselves about this. Maybe they do, and maybe they don't. But if there's anything to be heard or a scoop to be had, you can be sure that you'll find it here first.