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Jane Dougherty's avatar

It seems to me that we find the same tendency in all the arts. It's a clubby snobbism, an elitism, to be able to say we enjoyed something utterly unenjoyable. In art schools, students aren't taught the mechanics of drawing, how to see, translate what the eye sees to two dimensions. What matters is impact, provocation, malaise. Modern music is incapable of transmitting any emotion but unease, because it uses only the sound combinations that the ear associates with horror films. The lyrical, the beautiful, the awe-inspiring, the wonderful is considered trite and superficial. Only the angst-ridden and shocking is valid. In poetry, we applaud the obscure, the smugly impenetrable, which as you say is only 'a feeling' which must never be more closely inspected or explained because that would be to diminish its cleverness. Poetry is no longer about communicating anything universal, it's an ego-trip, self-indulgence. Rhyme and meter explain, guide the reader towards an emotion, and create something memorable, often uplifting because we can relate to it. The purveyors of obscurity deny that accessibility. It's all about the artist. I can't see the merit in any of it, but thousands do. Maybe because it gives them entry to the select club of those who 'know'.

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J. Tullius's avatar

I've consider writing a piece entitled "Against Free Verse"—not because I do not enjoy free verse (when it is well done), but because I believe it should be the exception that proves the rule. Unfortunately it has become the rule, and has therefore made itself more obscure, easier to fake, and harder to enjoy. One needs clear rules to break. There is nothing innovative about the arbitrary. Consider that most of the visual "art" for sale at American Furniture Warehouse is abstract, and one can perhaps see that for all the power of Rothko or Pollock, the greater legacy of that movement is the proliferation of twaddle unworthy even of dentist office decor. I offer this as something of an analogue. The artist tries to capture "the look"; the poet tries to capture "the voice." The only joke is an inside joke, which nobody understands but everyone smugly defends.

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