A few weeks ago, I commented on liking a few poems in an online journal, and I mused over whether each of the named editors liked each of the published poems.
Why do I wonder? Because I’m again wondering about poetry genres, and poetic touchstones.
You go to a bookstore. You want to buy a book. The books are grouped according to genre. Imagine simply being pitched into the bookstore with no groupings. Imagine the books have no dust-jackets. How would you figure out what to read? Genres are defined by the publisher based on the expectations of the reader.
Poetry is never going to work that way, I recognize. But I also think that the diversity in poetry is something of a barrier. It isn’t closeminded to have preferences. It isn’t wrong to lean toward certain aesthetics and away from others. Too often, I’ve seen poets or critics getting a label of rigidity or one-trick-ponyness or parochial attitudes though, of course, it can matter where the tastes of the accuser and the accused lie.
Fiction is generally defined by its plot more than its style. That’s an impossible task for poetry. How many poems aren’t about death or love in some way? How many poems actually have a plot? Some do. Some would if we knew what the poet was thinking. Some simply don’t and never will.
Some objective categorization is possible, certainly. We can see if a poem is in a form, even a nonce form, or is free verse, or is a prose poem. We can see if a poem is long or short, if it’s enjambed or endstopped, if it’s got initial caps or none, if it’s left-justified or not. Still objectively, we can say if it has imagery, if it’s written in “standard” grammar, if it contains allusions to other work.
The addition of biography or author commentary can help further objective categorization. Eras, sex, schools, influences, references, even careers.
Subjectively, we can categorize further. But though we can say that a poem is fresh or surreal or cliched or too long or too short or boring or sad or exciting, how can my saying that mean anything to you unless you know what I mean by any of those terms? To know what I mean, you have to know me, and once you know me, do you need to know what I mean? If I say “read this” and I’m someone whose taste you admire (you fool!) then I don’t need to defend it. If I’m someone whose taste you abhor (smart person) then I can’t defend it. (For example, I read Roger Ebert’s movie reviews because I know that he will review things in a consistent way. I won’t necessarily agree with his rating, but I can extrapolate, from my knowledge of his previous reviews, whether I’ll consider a movie worth seeing.)
This is all a very long-winded way of saying that differentiation in poetry is subjective and personality-driven. So what?
Well, the sheer number of poems written prevents there from being an Ebert, or even a dozen Eberts. A handful of poets can get Ebertized, but the rest are relatively obscure. I might recognize a name you don’t, and even more likely you’ll recognize a name I don’t. And neither of us knows what the other knows.
I think if poets, or poetry readers, want to increase readership of our favorite artform, we need to lower this barrier, not by limiting publication or changing journals or zines, but through reportage. Who I am influences what I like. If you’ve liked what I’ve liked, chances are better you’ll continue to like what I like.
This is where, I hope, the strengths of the internet come into play, and this is where my project starts. Stay tuned!