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On Poetics:

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Californian Poppies by Everard Longland

The writer today should be not so much the mouthpiece of a community..  as its conscience, its critical faculty, its generous activity….. Louis MacNiece.

Here is a little something that I wrote for a web site in 2008:  http://www.dur.ac.uk/writingacrossboundaries/writingonwriting/kenplummer/

On pragmatism and poetics  

The only way to write is to write‘ – or so I have told countless students over the years, as they have sat opposite me telling me that they can’t write, that they have a writing block, that the words won’t come to them. I never really know if it has helped them hear some silly old Professor pontificate that the ‘only way to write is to write’. But I do explain.  

Each day I get up and write some words. There is much to life – and much more than writing- so  I want it done, and out of the way, so I can seize the rest of the day. Very often- most days probably – as I write my few hundred words, I have a knowing feeling that it is all rubbish. Useless. A waste of time. Yes, really rubbish. Why do I bother to put words to paper? But I continue. I must write. Nobody need ever read any of this rubbish.  

But one day, some of it will take shape.  Perhaps some of it will come in handy later. And I may even be surprised at what I have written. And on some days, the good days -maybe today is one of those rarer days- it will just tumble out of my mind almost pre-formed. No matter. Good days, bad days; all days are writing days. 

The only way to write is to write. So I wrote this bit today, this early morning. 

Think of the words you use and make every word matter‘. I have lived now – forty years or so- reading the awful writing of much sociology and social science. Maybe it is the complexity of the ideas which require more complex narratives. Maybe it is the translations from some difficult work of the past. Maybe. More often I think it is more to do with the puffed up pretence – to make our understandings appear more scientific, deep, serious, truly profound – that we dress it all up in a language that obfuscates and obdurately masks what we see and say. We adhere to the pathetic restrictions and style sheets of journal formats or essay requirements. We turn writing into a formulaic task sheet of pretended and oh-so-serious ‘knowledge’.

Recently, since I retired from formal academic work, I have looked at – and slowly started to grasp- the point of poetry. I have never read poetry before; indeed, I have avoided it. It has its own world of pretense. But recently I have found -largely through serious illness- that the words used by social scientists are too many, too crude, take too long to say, and despite their manifest seriousness turn out often to be  very shallow. They rarely cut to the quick; the heart of the matter… Instead they have no heart and tell it slow. Sociology spends as many words as it can possibly use (as many as it takes for a Ph.D., a journal article or a book) – long, complicated, incomprehensible, often neologistic words – in searching for its truth. The poet by contrast elects not to waste a syllable or sound. Think of the words you use and make every word matter. So they can throw a clear light on what you are trying to say. Get the right clear words and cut to the quick. 

These are my words for today. 

(I wrote this – and it has been unchanged- between 7.00 am  and 7.30 am one Sunday morning when staying with friends in Florence, long before anyone else had stirred. Whether this was a good day or a bad day for me only the reader can say. But here it is). 

Below are some links to thinking about the poetic:

 The Poetry Library


The Poetry Library is the most comprehensive and accessible collection of poetry in Britain.

The Poetry Society of America


The leading US based poetry organisation and archive

The Poetry Kit


A world wide page of links to many organisations

The Poetry Archive


A major collection of poems and poets which have been recorded.

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