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Poetry and RelevanceAuthor(s): William OsborneSource: Interpretations, Vol. 3, No. 1 (1971), pp. 56-69Published by: Scriptorium PressStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/23239796 .
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Poetry and Relevance
The topic you assigned me is certainly a formidable one, and with
your permission I should like to divide it into two smaller ones. For my first topic 1 am indebted to the Winston tobacco people and their
interest in good grammar and other things of the mind. Herewith my unsubtle subtitle: "Question: What do you want? Good grammar or
good taste? Answer: I want good taste in grammar." As you can see,
this establishes at once my conservative bias, but I have another subtitle
that will, I hope, bring joy to the liberal hearts here, and thus keep all
of you breathlessly awaiting portentous utterance. Here is my liberal
title: "How to Breed Good Revolutionaries in Order That the Present
Revolution Will Have a Less Boring Rhetoric and a More Rational Pro
gram for Change."
Having established both a conservative and a liberal tone to my
presentation, I will rush at once to my thesis, a simple one which takes
both points of view into account. We must listen to and learn as much
from our students as we possibly can, but we must preserve the best in
the English language by teaching them the skillful use of it by literary
experts. When we listen patiently, when we do not disapprove of our
students' tastes in literature, when we observe their dress, coiffure,
language, and behaviour without sternly criticizing (even though we
might disapprove), we have our best chance of being relevant to them as
individuals. When we teach not only idea but form, when we demon
strate the effectiveness of language skillfully used, when we show them
the powerlessness of writing that has neither clarity nor grace, we have
our best chance of proving the relevance of our subject, and, inciden
tally, of contributing to a more interesting rhetoric on their part.
My objective this morning is to provide you, if 1 can, with a
defense against various blasts from our young revolutionaries, blasts
that often come in the form of persistent questions, such as (1) Why do
my teachers care how I speak as long as 1 communicate? (2) Why
should we trust anyone over thirty? and (3) Why do we have to read
"old" writers instead of the "new" ones?
1 shall take up these questions separately and try to tell you how
I would attempt to answer them.
First, what difference does it make how we say it, so long as we
communicate?
This is a question the very asking of which betrays the student's
failure to understand the nature of language. If mere communication is
all we want, we can revert to gibberish and gesture, thereby sacrificing
all the nuances and shades of meaning that our language possesses and
which the human intellect is capable of assimilating and utilizing for
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precise and colorful communication. Has civilization refined and de
veloped the English language thus far only to be told that grunts and
gestures and growls will do as well? I trust not. And though primitive
speech and behaviour seem attractive to some people in our society, I
trust that we do not really want to return to the trees or to an absence
of verbal distinction. Mr. T. S. Eliot in one of his poems speaks of
"purifying the dialect of the tribe," one of the objectives, I take it of
serious literature. If the favorite art form of our young people today is
the rock musical, rather than books, I do not believe that we can
depend much upon it to purify the language, though it is incredible
how many of our students rush to popular songs and musicals for words
to live by. Songs and rock musicals of our time have assumed an
enormous significance for the young, amounting in many instances to
an ardor resembling religious fervor. "Let the Sun Shine In" is no
panacea for the world's ills, though such oversimplifications as this send
profound reverberations into the youth of our time, as does the slogan, "Make Love, Not War." This phrase, incidentally, interests me. I get the
image of America becoming one vast bacchanal, everyone running about clutching his neighbor in passionate embrace. And though this
would be preferred to killing one's neighbor, remember what Mr.
Malthus told us about the population explosion! Our young friends need to know, then, that their influence is
utterly lost on many of their contemporaries when they succumb to
oversimplified doctrine, when they abuse the language by oversimplifi
cation, and when they use imprecise language to express their ideas. I
am sure that you have been as startled as I by the dullness of the
revolutionary rhetoric that has accompanied many of their utterances,
locally and nationally. Multiple misspellings, incorrect usage, uncertain
grammar, and mixed metaphors have characterized many of their mani
festoes. A recent article in the AA UP Bulletin criticized Mario Savio,
the Berkeley student leader, for elementary errors in logic in many of
his speeches, and last spring I heard a student cite Edgar Guest, of all
people, to buttress one of his arguments, but he attributed the quota
tion to a student in another university. Such plagiarism would be laugh
able were it not for the utter acquiescence and credulousness of most of
his audience, who were so captivated by the cliches and emotion
charged phrases that they never really considered what was being said.
If we are to have student unrest, upheaval, or even revolution, let us
urge a more reasonable rhetoric from it so that we can ourselves partici
pate in it, persuaded by the sanity, balance, and provocativeness of the
ideas. We desperately need to understand these people, and they des
perately need to learn from us how best to communicate the most
subtle of their notions. Our answer, then, to the first question is that
life is far more complex than most people realize, and no one can
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communicate precisely with another being until he recognizes the im
portant distinctions between synonyms and between a word used in
one context and the same word used in another context. We must
recognize the differences between "fire," "flame," and "conflagration," to choose an obvious example of words which, incidentally, some of
my freshmen think have identical meanings. Important ideas cannot be
transmitted by grunts or gestures or oversimplification. We need all the
resources of the mother tongue. Mature ideas require mature expres sion. Mature expression requires knowledge of the language.
Second, why should we trust anyone over thirty? This attitude is part of the historical "hang-up" many of our
students are experiencing. One of the quickest ways 1 know of to
disabuse those who feel this way is to remind them that there are first
and second graders coming along who in about a dozen years will be
distrusting the present crop of high school seniors and who will be
seeking reasons why they should trust those seniors who, by then, will
be among the over-thirty group. Ours is a pragmatic age, and our young
oeople want to know what we have done to make the world healthier. I
:annot speak for the present high school seniors and their parents, but I
;an tell you what a very wise man of a recent generation told a gradu
ting class at Northwestern University. Professor Bergen Evans, a
_;holar of your parents' generation, pointed out some of the remark
able achievements of his and his parents' generations, and the list is
impressive, whatever you choose to think about the hypocrisy or com
placency or bigotry of that same generation. Professor Evans noted that
within the past few decades we had managed to accomplish the
following:
1. We increased life expectancy by 50%.
2. We virtually eliminated two plagues: polio and tuberculosis.
3. We made education available to the masses.
4. We effected a social revolution in the '30's that dwarfed the
French and Russian Revolutions in its humanitarian conse
quences. 5. We defeated a Hitler, contained a Stalin, and made a
Khrushchev back down.
6. We gave billions of dollars to nations we had spent billions
to defeat in war—this to prevent a devastating world depres sion.
7. We plunged downward into the atom and then upward into
outer space. 8. We produced an exciting architecture and literature. (Our
literary giants died only recently: Hemingway, Eliot, Frost,
and Faulkner.)
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And so to the question of why trust anyone over thirty, we
answer confidently: Because we made a contribution. And we, along with those first and second graders are waiting to see what the present
generation will contribute. Meanwhile they dare not turn their backs on
qualified experience, no matter how many blunders they detect in our
behavior, because they need us, just as we need them. The idea of a
generation gap is naive. The only gaps that really exist are experience
gaps, and these have little to do with chronological age. Some of our
high school and college youngsters have the ability and maturity of
individuals twice their ages. And many of us over thirty have the men
tality of sixth graders. To ignore the wisdom inherent in each of these
generations would be unfortunate, if not catastrophic.
My colleagues will probably never forgive me for being so didactic
and for commenting on matters which appear foreign to the studies of
an English professor. Let me therefore rush to the final question and to
a literary defense of my answer, lest I be forever relegated to the ranks
of a Boanerges. The final question, stated in three ways, comes to the heart of
most of our students' complaints: Why isn't the study of English rele
vant? Why must we read "old" writers? Why can't we read contempo
rary writers?
Some of my students believe that the only relevant literature is
literature of protest against the Establishment. Have you noticed that
the new textbooks are burgeoning with protest literature? Let me say
very quickly that 1 oppose the war in Viet Nam, that I believe racial
prejudice is immoral, and that 1 deplore pollution of our waterways and
atmosphere. Who does not? But 1 do not in the least feel that the only relevant literature is that which focuses on these subjects. Have you seen the New Yorker cartoon which pictures a pianist at Carnegie Hall
preparing to begin his recital? Instead of seating himself at the piano and playing Chopin, he walks to the front of the stage and says,
"Before I begin my concert, Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to
make a statement about American foreign policy." How cleverly that
cartoon makes my point. Good literature has no axes to grind, espouses no religious denomination, embraces no particular political philosophy,
preaches no sermons directly. It deals powerfully with the unchanging human predicament as seen by a writer whose sympathies are so broad
and whose perspective so keen that his utterance spans the centuries.
Let us face it: a badly written essay dealing with, say, racial
injustice is still a bad essay. We must not permit our emotional response
to our favorite ideas to blind us to aesthetic considerations-that is, to
those values that Professor J. Mitchell Morse has been writing about in
recent issues of College English-clarity, precision, forcefulness, and
grace. We must choose carefully those models we wish to present to our
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students. If an essay contains our favorite form of liberalism or conser
vatism but is presented with errors in logic, with specious reasoning, with inaccurate word choice, with emotive utterance unaccompanied
by rational justification, or with general infelicity of word choice, we
do our students an injustice to present that essay as a model to be
imitated. One of the best ways we can assist our students to give us a more
interesting rhetorical response to what is wrong with society is to teach
them the idea of Form in literature. 1 confess I do not know why students have such a difficult time grasping the idea of poetic form
when it is so easy for them to be attracted to modern songs. If they would reflect for a moment they would see that their favorite songs attract them for two reasons—the words and the music. And though each of these is distinctly different, if you eliminate one, you destroy the total effect. So it is with poetic form: it is not only the words, or
what is being said; it is also the arrangement, interaction, and the selec
tion of words, or how it is being said.
Let us take the first two items below as our illustration:
(1) I, Why?
(2) "I do not understand why I exist."
Which of the two is more poetic? Obviously the first, because of its
brevity and balance—in a word, its form. The prose paraphrase does not
catch the suggestibility of the two words placed in balanced, rhyming
pattern. The first suggests, while the second states; and this, of course,
is one difference between poetry and paraphrase. The second statement
is abstract, flat, and devoid of interesting form. The first is personal,
concrete, and relevant to the human predicament. Its form accom
plishes this. Form is not always this easy to grasp, however, and students must
learn to be patient in their attempts to grasp it. The tendency nowadays
is to prefer what is less difficult to understand, and to read everything
as though it were a newspaper. "Feel more and think less," as Professor
Morse puts it. Instant poetry, like instant breakfast or instant coffee, is
what many of our students (and perhaps large segments of the general
public) want. What is needed, it seems to me, is for all of us to cultivate
the complex, to seek out the serious (as opposed to the frivolous or
inconsequential), and to master the mature artists. I trust that I am not
merely a victim of the Protestant Ethic when I ask you to urge your
students to prefer that literature which takes more time and effort to
assimilate, but which will almost certainly remain longer with
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them—will, in fact, stick to their minds longer than much that appears "relevant." The alternative to this, I fear, is to throw out Milton and
Donne and Shakespeare and Eliot and everyone else who was devoted
to structure and form. If we cannot show our students the relevance of
literary form, along with the relevance of ideas, we might as well not
have poems, plays, and stories. Essays in shorthand would do as well.
Paraphrases and summaries would suffice. Without Form, there can be
no genuine literature.
Recently I asked one of my students to tell me which of two
poems was, in his opinion, superior, and I presented him with the
following:
Western Wind
Western wind, when will thou blow?
The small rain down can rain.
Christ, that my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again.
People
Walkin' down the main street,
Faces are all I see.
I'm jostlin' through the busy crowds
And no one looks at me.
I'm lonely. God, I'm lonely,
Lonely as can be.
Walkin' down the crowded street
Where no one looks at me.
My student gave the poems a fairly quick reading and then announced
proudly that he had made a decision. The second of the two, he told
me, was without doubt the better poem. When I asked for a justifica
tion, he told me repeatedly that the second poem was "easier to under
stand," and that it had "a message for his generation" that the first
poem did not have. I let it go at that, not wishing to engage this student
in a discussion I felt he could not win, since 1 had written the second
"poem" myself in about two minutes, patterning it on any number of
recent lyrics I had heard sung by the heroes of many of my students.
1 decided to let the class deal with the two poems, hoping that
their collective wisdom might annihilate forever my flimsy sentimental
verse. Fortunately for me, this device worked, and my student's class
mates opposed strenuously his choice of poems, settling his hash and
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my stomach for the time being by bringing to the fore the very best
kinds of arguments. They noted at once the maudlin quality of my
"poem," its obviousness, its lack of what they (rightly) called "authen
ticity." Though they did not understand all of the levels of meaning of
"Western Wind," they recognized the power inherent in its form. When
I told them that it was one of the most famous medieval lyrics in our
language, they were extremely pleased with themselves. And they should have been, because in their discussion they caught most of the
implications of the poem. From this particular experience I learned something: rather than
engage in argument with one student about the merits of poetry, it is
far better to bring the whole class into the fray, and to trust in their
collective sanity to make a reasonable judgment. Perhaps this faith
might occasionally be misplaced, but 1 think it is certainly worth trying. I believe you will become a relevant teacher when you request your students to bring to class their favorite poems or the poems they regard as truly great literary efforts. If you can entice them to do this, you can
then bring to class for comparison poems you know on the same theme, and in the ensuing comparison make whatever points you want to
make, but this time with poems of their choice. Even if your arguments
appear unconvincing, you will still have learned a great deal about the
tastes and analytical abilities of your students, so that on the next
occasion you will have a better chance, perhaps, of persuading them.
What is important in these encounters, it seems to me, is that you
respect your students' current tastes in literature, with the idea of
enlarging their perspectives and enriching their propensities. Let me return to my point about the relevance of poetic form.
For this I will cite two more poems, both of which use free verse, but
only one of which, in my opinion, uses it successfully.
EMPTY IS
Empty is
the sky before the sun wakes up the morning.
The eyes of animals in cages.
The faces of women mourning
when everything has been taken,
from them.
Me?
Don't ask me about empty.
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Empty is a string of dirty days
held together by some rain
and the cold wind drumming at the trees again.
Empty is the color of the fields
along about September when the days go marching
in a line toward November.
Empty is the hour before sleep kills you every night then pushes you to safety
away from every kind of light.
Empty is me.
Empty is me.
WHEN I HEARD THE LEARN'D ASTRONOMER
When 1 heard the learn'd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When 1 was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in
the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
I fail to see the purpose in the first poem of the uneven stanzas
and the separation of some of the sentences. My students admire this
poem, but I am unmoved by the abstractness of stanza three and the
obviousness of the speaker's gloom. He tells me he is empty, but then
he shifts my attention from him to sky, animals, women, and fields.
Stanza one does not correspond with the closer organization of stanzas
two, three, and four. "Empty is me" is, of course, a more poetic state
ment than "I am empty" or "I am sad," but I believe a change in its
form would have been advantageous. Because of the form of line 1, it
would have been more effective to conclude the poem with "Empty is"
on one line, and "me" on the final line. Suspense would thereby be
gained, and the poet might not have needed to repeat "Empty is me,"
as if he were afraid we would miss the point.
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The companion poem deals with emptiness too, but of a different
kind, and the poet's form accomplishes almost as much as his words. I
would call your attention to the patterned repetition "When I . . .
and to the gradual lengthening of the lines, both devices of which
heighten the speaker's increasing boredom at the lecture. I would have
you note, too, the regularity of the first and last lines, one a trochaic
pentameter and the other an iambic pentameter. All of the material
between lacks a regular rhythm. The last line takes on more power because the speaker's sudden return to the mystical sense of orderliness
in the universe is reinforced by an orderly iambic pentameter. Not a
great poem, perhaps, but one in which form plays a vital, integral part, without which the poem could not mean what it means. Incidentally,
Rod McKuen wrote the first poem and Walt Whitman the second.
I will cite two more poems on similar themes for you to glance at
in order to see the kinds of defense you might wish to use if your
students had presented you with the first of the two. There is an
interesting irony in my choice of these poems, because one was written
by Karl Shapiro, the arch foe of the other poet, Rod McKuen. What
better hall of justice, or battlefield, than our classroom. Incidentally I
have chosen poems by respectable poets (but certainly not the giants of
literature) to show you that students need not be intimidated by the
so-called masters. There are many fine poems written by relatively un
known poets, and it may be strategically advisable occasionally to draw
on one of them, or even to omit altogether the name of the poet under
consideration.
The point I should like to make in my brief discussion of the two
poems is that though they have similar subjects, one of them has a
superior structure and form. The first is McKuen's, the second Sha
piro's.
AN EVENT OF SOME IMPORTANCE
I started up the hill
and there they were.
One of them was hardly twenty, the other maybe more.
They were still.
Dead I knew.
I slowed but didn't stop.
A cop was waving traffic past. No ambulance had yet arrived
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but two police cars kept a guard on the coroner's new dibs.
One bike was halfway up a wall
the front wheel still spinning. The other, folded over like a half-left
sandwich,
grew like sculpture in the middle of the road
and blossomed with the red of one of them.
1 didn't know which one.
Looking back
from further up the hill
I saw one cop strike up some flares.
Still no sirens in the distance.
5 Traffic now crawled up behind me
slowly till we hit Mulholland
and the other side.
Down below was Christmas
as it always is.
10 Searchlights.
Perhaps a used-car lot
was opening
or another shop
with shiny motorcycles.
15 The evening paper in the driveway once again. I picked it up before I parked the car.
Inside 1 sat down with a cup of coffee
20 and wrote a poem on what it's like
to miss a falling star.
Perhaps I should have made a wish
on one of the many searchlights,
biting at the clouds,
25 More dependable than stars
In California.
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AUTO WRECK
1 Its quick soft silver bell beating, beating,
And down the dark one ruby flare
pulsing out red light like an artery,
The ambulance at top speed floating down
5 Past beacons and illuminated clocks
Wings in a heavy curve, dips down,
And brakes speed, entering the crowd.
The doors leap open, emptying light;
Stretchers are laid out, the mangled lifted
10 And stowed into the little hospital.
Then the bell, breaking the hush, tolls once,
And the ambulance with its terrible cargo
Rocking, slightly rocking, moves away,
As the doors, an afterthought, are closed.
15 We are deranged, walking among the cops
Who sweep glass and are large and composed.
One is still making notes under the light.
One with a bucket douches ponds of blood
20 Into the street and gutter.
One hangs lanterns on the wrecks that cling,
Empty husks of locusts, to iron poles.
Our throats were tight as tourniquets,
Our feet were bound with splints, but now,
Like convalescents intimate and gauche, We speak through sickly smiles and warn
25 With the stubborn saw of common sense,
The grim joke and the banal resolution.
The traffic moves around with care,
But we remain, touching a wound
30 That opens to our richest horror.
Already old, the question Who shall die?
Becomes unspoken Who is innocent?
For death in war is done by hands;
Suicide has cause and stillbirth, logic;
35 And cancer, simple as a flower, blooms.
But this invites the occult mind,
Cancels our physics with a snear,
And splatters all we knew of denouement
Across the expedient and wicked stones.
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I have three major reservations about the quality of "An Event of
Some Importance": its beginning, middle and end! On a more serious
note, I find important failures in diction, rhythm, and imagery. The
title I like because it sets the tone of sardonic understatement in the
poem, and this represents, to my mind, the poem's chief value: it is a
poem about the apparent irrelevance of the death of young cyclists killed in an accident on a highway.
The theme is certainly an important one, though the poet's casual
rhythm and diction do not help him to structure the theme. When he
isolates, portentously, lines 5, 6, and 7, we expect something of poetic
import, but we find instead prosaic comment. Line 11 has the slangy "coroner's new dibs" which contributes successfully to the sardonic
tone I mentioned earlier. The mixed imagery of the next stanza might be defended as reinforcing the grotesqueness of the death scene, though 1 suspect rather that it is a failure of the imagination to unite
successfully the images of sandwich, sculpture, and blossom. "I didn't
know which one" is poetically gratuitous. The narrator, stunned by the
senseless death of the young cyclists, then returns to his home, where
he continues to react to what he has seen. He hints that somehow the
cyclists' death was sponsored by civilization's Christmas complex
(fourth stanza from the end). He seats himself before his cup of coffee
and writes a poem about "what it's like/to miss a falling star." The
thinking from this point becomes muddled and confused. We might have expected "miss a falling star" to be an allusion to Donne's "Go
and catch a falling star," but the analogy breaks down when we reflect
that Donne was saying that it is as easy to catch a falling star as it is to
find an honest woman. How does this relate to the poem under
discussion? It doesn't, but presumably the poet hopes we will respond in some way to the Donne echo. By pushing the analogy we might make a connection between the reliability of Donne's women and the
stars of California, but the connection calls for more cerebral activity than the rest of the poem, and takes us away from what I think is the
poem's purpose. Remember Mr. Coleridge's famous advice to young
poets: "Prose—words in their best order; poetry—the best words in their
best order." I cannot believe that we are getting best words in their best
order in this last stanza or the stanza preceding. The poem lacks steady
concentration on a central idea, and leaves the reader with generalized
impressions about the speaker's despondency. Mr. Sharpiro's poem on the same theme has a strong sense of
form in its four and five-beat lines, lines that do not quite conform to
iambic tetrameter or pentameter, but which give the impression of
structured thought and emotion. From first to last, the imagery and
diction of this poem are interesting, fresh, and carefully related to the
theme: the horror of automobile accidents and the philosophical
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questions raised by such occurrences. For example, in the opening lines, the poet develops a powerful metaphor of the ambulance approaching an automobile accident. The ambulance is compared at once to a heart
beat (line 1), an artery (line 3), and a death angel (lines 4, 5, and 6). There is no confusion in the connection between these images, and the
realistic description in the first stanza is fresh and appropriate. In lines
20 and 21, the comparison of the wrecks to locust husks is, to me, more powerful than McKuen's sandwich simile. Shapiro's metaphor invites exploration, and one can find interesting resemblances between
locust husks and auto wrecks: both are dead shells that once contained
life; both are cyclic, the latter ironically so; both cling, perhaps
grotesquely and forlornly, for support. The entire poem is filled with interesting figurative language that
is capable of close analysis, but for the sake of time 1 shall move on
quickly. Stanza four sustains the imagery of the hospital, and leads to
the final stanza with its philosophical questions about the meaning of
accidents. Death is explainable when it takes place in war, in birth, or
by suicide or cancer. But an automobile accident is more mysterious because the causes (particularly for the innocent) are more complex and mystifying. Is one's "time up"? Are these incidents accomplished
by Divine Decree? Are they merely "accidents"? Shapiro's poem raises
questions about more fundamental issues than does McKuen's poem.
Shapiro moves steadily toward the universal; McKuen remains with the
local. And though the test of a poem's superiority cannot necessarily
depend upon its universality, such an index is seldom unreliable. In this
case, Mr. Shapiro has a clear-cut victory. I would lirce to conclude this discussion by citing a marvelously
frivolous free verse poem by a writer admired and condemned by many
people of our time — Mr. Lawrence Ferlinghetti:
DON'T LET THAT HORSE
Don't let that horse eat that violin
cried Chagall's mother But he
kept right on
painting And became famous
And kept on painting The Horse With Violin In Mouth
And when he finally finished it he jumped upon the horse
and rode away waving the violin
And then with a low bow gave it to the first naked nude he ran across
And there were no strings attached
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I think it is well occasionally to put such poems before our
students to prove to them that we can appreciate light, humorous verse.
The therapeutic effect of the grin and the guffaw cannot be
overestimated. Enjoy, then, Mr. Ferlinghetti's little satire of the strange titles and surrealistic images of modern painting. The marvelous
redundancy "naked nude" is surpassed only by the pun of the final
line. If we cannot teach our students the value and relevance of poetic
form, perhaps we can cultivate in them a humorous intelligence, an
intelligence that recognizes the omnipresence of the laughable, the
ludicrous, and the absurd in life and in human behavior. Perhaps then
our revolutionaries will not take themselves so solemnly, but will
become aware of the humor implicit in some of their actions and
formulations. If this were our only contribution to the Revolution, I
would not be ashamed of our efforts.
William Osborne
Chairman, Department of English
Memphis State University
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