Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Accessible like a Building

First off, go read the post and conversation called "Accessibilty or Crass Commercialism?" over at John Gallaher's blog.

Second, go check out Christopher Alexander's A Pattern Language. It's a book on architecture, and it will cause you to adjust your expectations for collections of poetry. How?

Alexander and his team studied the way in which buildings are constructed in various cultures and came up with a set of guidelines, patterns, that best captured things we culturally need. There are patterns like "light on two sides of a room" that reveal why apartments with one small window (or even one medium window that only casts light from one direction) are disturbing to us, creating deep shadows that prevent the reading of faces. There is an admonishment to connect town centers by walkable streets that curve or fork rather than long straight lines, as the former keep the mind occupied on possibility rather than give the impression of interminable length.

A Pattern Language has been adopted by computer programmers for its metaphorical applications to coding and design, and I attempt to follow it, to a certain extent, regarding the construction of a collection of poetry. I specifically refer to the idea of layered entrances into a home or other building. To immediately go from the street to a bedroom or the office of a president of a company is jarring - too quickly we have to shift our expectations from public to private, in all connotations thereof. Instead, the most comforting homes and businesses are the ones that provide a covered entry, a foyer, a general gathering space, and a series of more private spaces.

This advice is rarely followed in collections of poetry. We are thrown headlong into a volume with only a cover (which, if done well, does provide a good entry) and a block of poems that are very much like each other. It is rare to find an introduction, unless said introduction is made (briefly) by a judge in a prizewinning volume. These introductions rarely do the work of decoding, either, instead taking their time to offer more praise for the poet, acting as an extended blurb rather than a place to clean off one's shoes and prepare for the type of poetry to be encountered. It is even more rare to have poems ramp up in difficulty/expectations on the reader, offering an easier/more accessible first portion (the public gathering space) before leading off into more complex/personal/experimental/whatever spaces later in the volume.

The handful of works I pointed out to John as examples of volumes/performances that do provide an accessible-like-a-building structure, at least to some extent: Ed Dorn's Languedoc Variorum, the Collected Poems of EE Cummings, the performances of Flying Words. I'd also add, in hindsight, Shakepeare's plays to that list. My list is sadly short of female poets and poets of color at the moment. Some of that is due to my own reading discrepancy (which is not to say I lack for examples of good writing from these categories, but of writing that specifically addresses the topic of the post). Suggestions are more than welcome.

5 comments:

bjanepr said...

Hi JeFF, OK I am with this architecture of space, architecture of poetry book. As you may know, it's bad feng shui to have a kitchen so close to a home's entryway. I think this also speaks to too fast accessibility into private spaces. But I think poets do this immediate accessibility into private spaces because there is an expectation that poets write intimate, bare all stuff. I actually find this a little distasteful.

I like the idea of collections of poems having some kind of decoding intro, though I don't mean an "academic" sounding essay in all cases. There could also be poetic prologues to ease a reader into the meat of the collection.

JeFF Stumpo said...

Hi Barbara Jane,

Nice to see you over here :-)

Thanks for your point about not necessarily having an academic sounding intro in all cases. The poetic prologue or lyric essay strikes me as an excellent way to ease a reader into what follows. I just sent off a chapbook manuscript that contains an intro in the form of a very basic question and answer series to set the reader up for what will be an increasingly experimental group of poems. The very inclusion of an intro may cost me the contest. We'll see.

I'm also with you on the expectation that we all write bare-all verse. It can be done well, just like any other kind of verse, but we're not all Confessionalists!

The more I think on it, now, the idea of an intro raises interesting questions of cultural hierarchy. Do we risk alienating other readers by flat out saying, "I wrote this collection with the following kind of reader in mind?" Who do we assume to be our audience, and what does that audience need to be told outright instead of by hints and insinuations? When we ease a reader, are we prepared to define that reader?

John Gallaher said...

Fasinating. I'm going to look at it. I really liked LeCourbusier's manifesto on buildings(I think I spelled that wrong, but I'm in a hurry so I don't have time to check) and also Venturi's Learning from Las Vegas. Both of those also have a lot of things to consider bringing over to poetry.

John Gallaher said...

Something I would add to your indea of entrances:

Of course, and essay at the entrance is only the most overt way of bringing someone in. The way light and space is worked in your building metaphor is not so overt. It's in the construction itself. Not layered over as an essay would be.

I try to think of the opening few poems of a book as the overture, or primer for the rest of the book: where one is welcomed into the rest of the book. There should always be two windows in the entryway . . . or a least a wv: burand.

JeFF Stumpo said...

John, I'll have to look into the books you mention.

As far as overture poems, I definitely agree with you. I still love Christine Hume's opener to Musca Domestica - a series of definitions and sample uses of the word "fly," taken from the OED and relineated/reordered. It works perfectly to set the reader up for a group of poems that are far-flung in terms of language but always tight to the core theme(s).

Are you officially coining "burand" as the thing that lets enough light into an entryway without the use of two windows?