Come now. Stock responses as a form of put down are not particularly helpful.
Is this intended to respond in some way to what I wrote? If so, how?Nancy>>> P 10/27/15 4:43 PM >>>
Critical work may provide folks with more to talk about in a classroom or at symposia, but not everyone does that. Art survives by its appeal to general audiences, and not so much through its meaning as through its effects. Some find meaning in those effects and some find satisfaction. A poem is not an essay, nor is it resolved by deducing a meaning from it. In fact the meaning rather than the poem becomes the object of attention at that point, forcing the poem more & more into the background. A different artifice is thereby produced, but not necessarily a better one. Eliot's criticism survives while others come & go, flashes in a pan.
P.On 27 Oct 2015 12:38 pm, Nancy Gish <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
It has nothing to do with a simplified view of "progress." It is cumulative. Close reading is essential for initial understanding and for doing anything further. But it is not total.If Eliot relied on 19th century theories of literature, we might not read the Metaphysicals--or Eliot. He made very clear that new art called for new ways of thinking about it. And new knowledge of Eliot transforms our understanding.Nancy>>> P 10/27/15 1:21 PM >>>
I somehow get here an assumption that newer critical theory is better than older critical theory, just because it is newer. With such a assumption I can not agree. Time and quality do not ride the same horse. Progress is an illusion.
P.On 27 Oct 2015 9:29 am, Nancy Gish <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
I have been trying to think how one could answer this very personal, rude, and astonishing direct address informing me by name what I need to do and how I have failed.So I have failed again. There is no way to answer it except in kind, and that is not useful.But the assumptions behind Ken's theory (it is a theory, not a fact or set of facts) are simply no longer tenable. As a quick random sample, read Jayme Stayer's work that CR posted. Or the fascinating sources in Robert Crawford's bio or Nancy Hargrove's account of Eliot in Paris or the connections in Däumer and Bagchee's collection of essays on international Eliot or Anita Patterson's fascinating account of links to Japan or Louis Rainey's dating of TWL fragments by paper and typewriter or the many studies of Eliot and Dante or Eliot's own letters or the writings of his colleagues and friends--read anything other than New Critical rewrites if you are at all interested in poetry and its importance. Read any major scholarship in the past several decades, and you will not find this assumption that a poem, as published, is a thing in itself with no connection to its author, culture, history, composition, or anything at all except its meaning "to me"--which many students imagine is anything at all.I have no idea what Ken imagines I have been doing for half my life to be utterly obtuse and incompetent about reading poetry.Nancy>>> Ken Armstrong 10/25/15 10:20 AM >>>
You and I it appears think of "making" differently. In my way of thinking about it, it is not possible for us to "know a great deal more about it than Lewis did" -- because Lewis had the poem. We might learn more about the background to its composition, but either the "making" is accessible through the poem itself, ie it is a successful poem, or it isn't. And the degree to which it is or isn't, or a comprehending rendering of its registry as a poem, what it does as a poem, also does not depend on ever expanding background data.
I know what the usual objections to this are, and I know where they go off track. But communicating that I'm not so good at, because really, to understand what I'm trying to get at you 'd have to, as Eliot once said, believe it first. Perhaps "see it first" or "experience it first" would be less objectionable ways of putting it. The long and short of it is, you have to work out not what the poem meant for Eliot -- he gave you all you need to know when he published it -- but what it means for you, Nancy Gish, for your existence as a human being, i.e. you have to participate, really participate with your whole being, in the creative act that is the making of the poem. It can't just be Eliot's life on the line, it has to be yours, too. Always referring it back to Eliot only guarantees that the creative act will never be availed to a reader, thus the whole purpose of having the poem in the first place is defeated.
As I said, I'm not particularly skilled at presenting this. I offered the Lewis piece really just because Eliot in it is so un-Prufrock like, I hoped it might be a wake-up call that shakes someone off that dead-end track.
On 10/23/2015 12:49 PM, Nancy Gish wrote:I am unable to see here what the "meaning" of the poem ostensibly is. But if it is about the "making," we know a great deal more than Lewis did (though the excerpt below says nothing about the "making" of "Prufrock." In a fascinating seminar led by Cassandra Laity at the TSE Society, a lot of new information appeared. In my own case, I was focused on the writing of "Prufrock's Pervigilium," which was inserted in the Notebook and then removed (See IMH). It offers a quite disturbing and very different voice. But it is part of what was very much in the "making."What, for example, is presumed to be the meaning that provides an absolute significance to "grow old" as literal?Or did I miss something?Nancy>>> Ken Armstrong 10/23/15 12:30 PM >>>
Some years ago, when my wife's father was stopped going the wrong way on a one way street in this small town, the officer, well known to Red, said, "Red, don't you know this is a one way street?" "But Rod," said Red, "I'm only going one way."
Red, of course, knew he was making a joke with the law. Happily he was let off with a warning. Carrol, on the other hand, wants us to believe that a one way street really is a two way street. Well, okay, you pays your money and you makes your choices. But what you choose doesn't determine the nature of the street, only the approach you bring to it.
I don't see any new questions or pressing observations in his post, and all in all don't believe my certainty exceeds anything Carrol always has on display. To the degree that "Prufrock" is a successful poem, it's meaning inheres in its making, which, again, would have been what Pound so enthusiastically pounced on.
Consider Wyndham Lewis' account of meeting TSE:
" As I entered the room I discovered an agreeable stranger parked up one of the sides of the triangle. He softly growled at me, as we shook hands. American. A graceful neck, I noted, with what elsewhere I have described as 'a Gioconda smile.' Though not feminine -- besides being physically large his personality visibly moved within the male pale -- there were dimples in the warm dark skin; undoubtedly he used his eyes a little like a Leonardo. He was a very attractive fellow then....I liked him, though I may say not at all connecting him with texts Ezra had shown me about some fictional character dreadfully troubled with old age, in which the lines....'I am growing old....'.....I was unable to make head or tail of.
Ezra now lay flung back in typical posture of aggressive ease... However, he kept steadily beneath his quizzical but self-satisfied observation his latest prize, or discovery -- the author of Prufrock. The new collector's piece went on smiling and growling out melodiously his apt and bright answers to promptings from the proud figure of his exhausted captor."
After this description of a most un-Prufrockian like character, Lewis stumbles in the same place Carrol does, but only partly for the same reason: he can't make sense of the meaning of the "growing old" line for Prufrock, whereas Carrol's attention is in another dimensionaaaaa, trying to make it work for Eliot. The answer lies in how Prufrock's actions and alarms make him what he is and bring him to an end meant to be perceived as his fall, but moreover, in the first place, meant to be perceived by the structure and technique and signs in the poem. I think the telling phrase used to be "follow the lines of force."
PS I am impressed by Carrol's evident respect for "Prufrock." In a post from him I stumbled upon by virtue of my email client deciding to open to posts from 2009, he noted that in the long run Eliot would be largely forgotten by future generations with only two poems, in a minor way, meeting the test of time. No doubt "Prufrock" is one of them. I suppose it is only a matter of time until this projection comes to pass, and we will all be on the Marianne Moore list, discussing as per Carrol those much richer and more powerful poems.