{"id":787,"date":"2004-04-02T02:47:00","date_gmt":"2004-04-02T02:47:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/?p=787"},"modified":"2017-02-05T13:42:37","modified_gmt":"2017-02-05T19:42:37","slug":"787","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/2004\/04\/02\/787\/","title":{"rendered":"I Came Not To Fisk Whitman; It Just Happened"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The world-famous DC from Brainstorming, who also appeared on the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.hughhewitt.com\" target=\"new\">Hugh Hewitt<\/a> show this evening (even if <a href=\"http:\/\/www.instapundit.com\/archives\/014854.php\" target=\"new\">Instapundit overlooks it<\/a>, <i>we<\/i> know), <a href=\"http:\/\/brainstorming.typepad.com\/brainstorming\/2004\/03\/a_quiz_result_t.html\" target=\"new\">asks why I didn&#8217;t want to be associated with Walt Whitman<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>The backstory:  <a href=\"http:\/\/stlbrianj.blogspot.com\/archives\/2004_03_21_archive.html#108000612626441514\" target=\"new\">I took a Quizilla quiz that asked what poet I was<\/a>.  I wasn&#8217;t Walt Whitman, and I said I was glad I wasn&#8217;t.  DC took the same quiz and was.  And she wondered why I said I didn&#8217;t like Walt Whitman.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t find his poetry very vivid.  Certainly, most of it seems to have a point, which Whitman doesn&#8217;t hide.  As a matter of fact, he pretty much delivers a non-rhyming lecture with line breaks.  Let&#8217;s take DC&#8217;s favorite Whitman piece, and let&#8217;s color code it.  <font color=\"blue\">Blue<\/font> is show, which means an image or other sensory material; <font color=\"green\">green<\/font> is tell, which is discussing abstractions:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>O Me! O Life!<\/p>\n<p><font color=\"green\">O ME! O life!&#8230; of the questions of these recurring; <br \/>\nOf the <font color=\"blue\">endless trains<\/font> of the faithless&#8211;of <font color=\"blue\">cities<\/font> fill&#8217;d with the foolish; <br \/>\nOf myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) <br \/>\nOf <font color=\"blue\">eyes that vainly crave the light<\/font>?of the objects mean?of the struggle ever renew?d; <br \/>\nOf the poor results of all&#8211;of the <font color=\"blue\">plodding and sordid crowds<\/font> I see around me;<br \/>\nOf the empty and useless years of the rest&#8211;with the rest me intertwined; <br \/>\nThe question, O me! so sad, recurring&#8211;What good amid these, O me, O life? <\/p>\n<p>Answer.<br \/>\nThat you are here?that life exists, and identity; <br \/>\nThat the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.<\/font><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>You see, I am reduced to coloring the blooming concrete nouns to find images and turns of phrase.  The rest, chatter.<\/p>\n<p>Personally, when it comes to poetry, I prefer structured poetry to free verse.  So let&#8217;s take a quick gander at something from my personal favorite poet (aside from <a href=\"http:\/\/angelweave.mu.nu\/archives\/cat_poetry.html\" target=\"new\">my beautiful wife<\/a> and, well, <i>me<\/i>, of course), <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poets.org\/poems\/poems.cfm?45442B7C000C0707087A\" target=\"new\">Edna St. Vincent Millay<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\n<font color=\"blue\">What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, <br \/>\nI have forgotten, and what arms have lain <br \/>\nUnder my head till morning; but the rain <br \/>\nIs full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh <br \/>\nUpon the glass and listen for reply, <br \/>\nAnd in my heart there stirs a quiet pain <br \/>\nFor unremembered lads that not again <br \/>\nWill turn to me at midnight with a cry. <br \/>\nThus in winter stands the lonely tree, <br \/>\nNor knows what birds have vanished one by one, <br \/>\nYet knows its boughs more silent than before: <br \/>\nI cannot say what loves have come and gone, <br \/>\nI only know that summer sang in me <br \/>\nA little while, that in me sings no more.<\/font><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>The concrete images resonate at a lower level than abstractions, and the reader makes the connections and draws the higher meaning for himself, which resonates more deeply than a series of things we know, but cannot see or feel.  <\/p>\n<p><font size=\"1\"><i>(Thanks to <a href=\"http:\/\/www.lexlibertas.com\/lexlibertas\/archives\/2004\/01\/edna_st_vincent_millay.php\" target=\"new\">Lex Libertas<\/a>, another conservative poetry lover, who led posted a pile of Millay&#8217;s poetry.)<\/font><\/i><\/p>\n<p>As I said, I like structured poetry better than free verse (although not exclusively).  I prefer to see a poet struggle against the bonds of tradition, <i>and<\/i> make the poem worthwhile.  So it&#8217;s no surprise that I work in the sonnet form like my patron saint:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\nIt&#8217;s always more than sex to sleep with you.<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t get me wrong; I like to tangle sheets<br \/>\nand hungry scents and taste the salty dew<br \/>\nof glistening sweat where heavy brow meets<br \/>\nsoft eyelids closed, relaxed.  I&#8217;ll kiss them, too,<br \/>\nand sample other slow seduction sweets.<br \/>\nBut I run out of juice, won&#8217;t thump my chest<br \/>\nand say I don&#8217;t, and so I like the rest:<br \/>\nI like to lie, arms wrapped around you, deep<br \/>\nin comfortable darkness where the moon projects<br \/>\nodd patterns on the walls.  I want to keep<br \/>\nyou safe and warm as winter licks our necks.<br \/>\nYou mumble love and slowly fall asleep;<br \/>\nthese moments worth much more than simple sex.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>You can mentally add your own blue or green highlighting to it.  But keep in mind, it&#8217;s not public domain, and I better not Google it and find other hits, or I will kick your ass (don&#8217;t worry; if you don&#8217;t own a donkey, one will be provided for you).<\/p>\n<p>To make a short story long, I don&#8217;t like Whitman because his poems don&#8217;t contain the things I value in poetry.  Imagery, concrete sensational phrases, and\/or structure.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The world-famous DC from Brainstorming, who also appeared on the Hugh Hewitt show this evening (even if Instapundit overlooks it, we know), asks why I didn&#8217;t want to be associated with Walt Whitman. The backstory: I took a Quizilla quiz that asked what poet I was. 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