Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

wait softly brother/but do not expect it to happen

The Literatus complains in an e-mail to some of his friends about the state of English Canadian poetry:

By "supporting" Canadian poetry, they mean that the writing of it should be underwritten, that its practitioners should be revered and inducted into the civil service, that books and other media containing it should be produced on an industrial scale, no matter the waste; they mean that its stupidest and most nonsensical iterations should go unchallenged, because Canadian poets are a marginalized, even oppressed, minority; they mean that the manufacturing of poets is an end in itself, because every poet is a voice and every voice must speak (every voice must be heard, too, it's believed, though the project of enforced listening is a bit stalled); by "supporting" Canadian poetry, in other words, they mean everything and anything, except that it should be done well, and read.


The Pithlord, being a prosaic type, tries to be constructive:

It's interesting to think about the functions poetry filled in our culture in the past, and why it isn't doing that anymore. When my grandparents were young, poetry was Tennyson, Kipling and Longfellow, and it was a pretty fundamental form of entertainment for anyone with any cultural aspirations at all. Everybody person memorized a number of poems from the canon, and it was perfectly middle brow stuff. The modernist intelligentsia reacted against this, but the reaction made sense because everyone could recite "If." For the earliest of the baby boomers, poetry signified bohemian sophistication. But for every subsequent cohort, it seems as dated as existentialism and New Wave cinema.

What the present moment allows for is the proliferation of text-based subcultures. This ought to allow for a revival. But the critical thing is to network network network. It strikes me that, providing you have no illusions about making a living, it is now trivially easy to publish anything, especially short poems. Getting readers is harder. But for any given quality of writing, I'm sure you could get more readers than with dead trees. I have a badly-proofread blog about esoteric Canadian legal points. I've had a little over 14,000 visits since I started. About half of them are probably from the same dozen people, and another quarter are from confused seekers after pr0n. But that's still a few thousand readers. If I could write lyric poetry that moves the soul, I suspect I'd get more.

I realize that dead trees -- precisely because they are more expensive -- have more status-enhancing properties. But I'd argue that's purely a matter of inertia. A high Google ranking is ultimately just as scarce. And there is a political benefit. Poetry on the web can be read by the overeducated and underemployed while pretending to commit acts of wage slavery, thus fulfilling some of poetry's anti-capitalist and subversive ambitions.

Of course, since even time stolen from the employer has an opportunity cost, there will always be gatekeepers. From what I can tell, a consistently-updated site doesn't exist, so somebody could become a big fish in this pond quickly.

Monday, April 23, 2007

He Makes It Look as Easy as Pi

Nathan Whitlock has posted a hilarious takedown of Yann Martel's incredibly irritating defence of federal arts subsidies in the Globe a week ago.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

What makes the Literati Leftist?

Benjamin Nugent's article on Mark Halperin has inspired a bit of a debate on whether it is true that there are no good right-wing novelists and, if so, what the explanations are.

Exceptions like the older Mordecai Richler aside, it certainly seems to be generally true in Canada that its novelists are either conventional leftists, apolitical or old-style establishment Tories -- with the bulk probably conventional leftists. So the issues are why, and will this change?

One obvious explanation is a materialist one. Writers vote for left-wing parties for the same reason as muncipal workers -- because most of their income comes from the state.

Another explanation arises out of the peculiarities of the Canadian political scene. There has always been a tie between the novel and nationalism. In English Canada, nationalism is even more appealing to literary types because -- at least since Grant -- it is tied to the kind of lost cause elegiac sensibility Nugent suggests is an appealing background for literature.

On the other hand, the centre left is so hegemonic in Canada that one might think its pieties would make tempting targets. And it is a bit odd that the old rural Protestant Canada seems in all our fiction to be treated like an all-powerful force of oppression when it is fairly obviously a culture in decline (making it a tempting object for elegiac treatment, one would think).

Update: Andy the Ectomorph and the mysterious Man Who is Thursday both respond to this post.