Poetry in the time of Internet ~ di Alessandro Iovinelli (POESIA) - TeclaXXI

 

 

Alessandro Iovinelli*

 

Poetry in the time of Internet

 

 

 

1. A new Age

The revolution caused by the coming of the Internet has – among other things – produced everywhere a flowering of websites, of online magazines, of portals featuring poems and poets, not to mention articles, reviews, comments, and bibliographies. In short, everything that until a few years ago would have been necessarily limited to the paper editions of particular publishers, together with a small print run and a very narrow readership. 

This is certainly something positive and gives pause for thought given that, at least in part, it makes up for poetry’s absence from the mass media where the poetic word is excluded or made fun of, as if it were a ghost of its former self or even a taboo. Poets on television hardly get a mention, even less so in the cultural pages of the press unless in the case of a prize or an obituary. Contemporary poets in the common experience of the average reader might as well not exist. However, it is also true that there is the concrete possibility of reading and getting to know a vast list of works and authors belonging to twentieth century modernism, these crossing the boundaries of ‘national’ literatures. Without wanting to undervalue or ignore the differences between schools, traditions, specific peculiarities and obviously natural/historical varieties in expression, an averagely cultured reader has a direct experience of the many by now classic poets of the 20th century which probably surpasses that the readers of the previous generation. What’s more, the present-day reader has probably a greater sensitivity to interest in poetic language. It is one of the results of mass culture, something to which, indeed, the whole publishing industry has contributed to since the 1960a and 70s. Thanks to the use of translations and excellent critical editions, even in a cheap edition format, a reader who amasses even a little poetry has incorporated into his intellectual make-up a much higher number of poets from the generation that came before.

The web has brought about, then, a leap in quality as regards the process currently underway since accessibility to information – and therefore to individual texts – no longer must pass through the publisher, a particular edition and the book. One can state that with minimum difficulty and a minimum of computer skills almost anyone can not only read the texts of others, but also put online – and therefore publish – their own texts as well. And this is without taking into consideration similar phenomena still in their early days such as digital books, the so-called e-book, these posing a decisive challenge to the publishing such as we have not seen in the last two centuries.

 

2. Contemporary poetry and the paradoxical situation in which it finds itself

 

Notwithstanding the above the growth in the volume of data – or in the number of texts in circulation – does not automatically generate an increase in specific weight, in importance and in the value of the poetry sector in itself. It seems, instead, something of a paradox but – when we come think about it – it is not: poetry counted much more when its circulation was more difficult and consequently scarcer since censorship on the part of others prevented its publication, poets being possibly imprisoned while the masses were forbidden to read their works.

In post-modern civilisation – thus, not only in Italy but in the West as a whole – poets can write and publish what and where they like; however, they have lost their social status, previously more or less privileged or persecuted, as soothsayers, aedes, unarmed prophets or bards of the masses. For Asor Rosa the phenomenon can be traced back to the ‘Hermetics’:

 

Poetry lost its hegemony in the literary field more than fifty years ago, in the times of ‘’hermetism’. It no longer has to reckon with surrounding public opinion with which it has a more direct and more intellectual relationship. Since poetry is no longer popular, it is more aristocratic (…) Since it is more aristocratic it is better able to defend itself from the market, or – and rather in what is a better-founded hypothesis – the market does not know what to do with it.[1]

 

We can complete the landscape of contemporary poetry with an observation on the condition of being a poet at the present time: Poets nowadays act on their own, almost as if for themselves alone:  « […] each of these individuals – men and women – proceeds by himself, and this is perhaps the price paid by those who, belonging to these times, decide to go it alone instead of calling on others’ help»[2].

The fact is that poets have lost a fundamental point of reference which throughout the 20th century, they could still rely on: namely being part of a movement. One could say that only now that movements are no more do we understand their full importance. One of the strong points of the ‘avant-garde’ consisted exactly in the programmatic content which was given to it. As this theoretical prerequisite has diminished, so has the individual position of the poet been weakened. Probably one could be an excellent narrator, even a great novelist, without going to the trouble to participate in an aesthetic movement which lays down what is art, what is poetry and what it is not. For a poet, however such aphasia or such an indifference constitute, is objectively speaking, a form of weakness. For the rest let us try to imagine a historian who has no idea of historiography and limits himself to merely gathering and ordering facts about the past (events, dates, materials, uses and customs). Or let us apply the same hypothesis to scientists for whom organic and inorganic matter were simply a field for classifying species, observing certain selected events and at most for planning useful machines. Point taken, history is not the place for the final revelation of the truth, just as science only produces theories which will later be proved false and replaced by others in turn.  Neither of the two activities can maintain its position without being founded on an abstract formalisation of thought. The movements of the avant-garde drew up their own poetics and brought together artists from diverse disciplines and countries around particular projects. They represented cultural currents and inspired equivalent movements world-wide. A movement functioned as an accelerator enabling the poet to reach the ‘speed of flight’, in other words to detach himself from the earth’s orbit and travel in space. Or to drop the metaphor, to get himself known and place his own work within a particular context and set of aesthetics. Staying with literature, we can also say that here was the correlative to publishing success for the novelist. In the global society dominated by a single thought a literary work undergoes the same laws of the financial market: The starting point is always from a quantitative basis. How many divisions has the Pope? – scornfully asked Stalin at the Yalta conference. How many copies has a book sold? It is the key question of our Zeitgeist – and not just that of a publisher without scruples.

For quite some time we have lived in a literary society that has to fit itself to the logic of the publishing industry which, at the end of the day, are not and cannot be separable from the marketplace. True, the marketplace is inhabited by people, but it is not them who decided the priorities but two or three major publishers who control the overall system. Magazines and journals, no less than the world of Academe, have an extremely limited influence on tastes as well as on readers’ horizon of expectations, very often coming off second best in catalogues, book fairs and multimedia-type events.

Poetry on the other hand does not have a market and therefore in a sense from an information viewpoint, might as well not exist – and we know how difficult it is for anyone to exist in the information society without being visible, recognisable, identifiable like a brand name, a label and a production company.

 

3. The dominant figure of the poet

 

By contrast there is no double register in contemporary poetry, not even in the best; it is almost as if poetry functions in such a way as to ignore its reader, unless that reader be a specialist in poetic language, hopefully an academic. The poet also hopefully an academic, a mirror image – one could gloss playfully. In fact, the contemporary poet is more and more a professor who writes, an academic who often writes litre criticism on the side. The dominant 20th century figure is not the ‘poet laureate’, still less the ‘Immaginifico’ in which regard the one and only D’Annunzio left his imitators standing.  Bohemian poets can now function at best as characters in a novel, like the unforgettable Willy G. Christmas of Paul Auster’s Timbukctu[3]. In realty the university posting is the common denominator for a long line of 20th century poets, meaning from Carducci and Pascoli onwards.

Therefore, it is practically inevitable that the tendency to use culture to produce poetry and poetry’s consequent mirroring procedure – the use of poetry as a phase of a cultural process – are the prevailing constants. With a further result: the raising of the average age of poets and their literary debut. Without meaning to trespass too far into literary sociology, it is impossible not to think of precedents, some of the giants of modern literature. When I mentioned earlier Ossi di seppia and Allegria di naufragi, I should have added that the former was published when Montale was 29, the latter when Ungaretti was 31. Without considering the greats of the 19th century – Shelley, Leopardi and Rimbaud – the list of poets taking up their vocation early on and producing their masterpieces at a tender age is too long to tire the reader with.   Naturally it would be possible to draw up another list, equally interesting, of poets for whom ‘old age’ has brought a new spring in their poetic output. Giorgio Caproni gave us Conte di Kevenhüller (1986) at 76[4], Attilio Bertolucci La Camera da letto (1988) at 77[5], while Biagio Marin published Nel silenzio più teso (1980), E anche il vento tase (1982) and La vose de la sera (1985), at 89, 91 and 94 respectively[6]. One can only share Magris’ verdict: «Had he died at 70 or 75, Marin would have remained a marginal figure»[7].

It is true that the plant of poetry can flower at whatever age, yet it is also beyond doubt that the world of poetry attracts fewer and fewer newcomers, new writers preferring to take their chance with the novel: A good narrative debut can function as the launch pad  for guaranteeing a literary career, guaranteeing publishing success, attention from critics, recognition, prizes, in short, the necessary visibility to attain the status which poetry does not give, nor seems capable of giving any longer.

So as readers we must resign ourselves to reading and rereading the 20th century classics: Pessoa and Lorca, Rilke and Celan, Yeats and Auden, Eliot and Thomas (Dylan or R.S.), Prévert and Char, Achmatova and Cvetaeva, perhaps updating them with more recent discoveries: Heaney, Szymborska, Walcott and so on?

So, for poets is there no alternative between being crushed by the publishing machine and the sensation of being dwarves standing on giants’ shoulders?

Is poetry not so different from a supernova which, having lit up by day the face of heaven, is now headed for implosion which will make it disappear from the event horizon not only for travellers who seek there a point of light in the night sky – namely the anonymous reader – but also for the astronomers of the profession – scholars, critics, feature writers?

Of all the deaths waiting to happen in the last century, only in this case is a predicted death coming true. Not the death of ideologies – a mystification – not the death of the novel – a blatant blunder – still less the death of art – as long, at least, that there is a market for it fixing its exchange value in the oldest of systems: the sum of money needed for purchase. But is poetry, on the other hand, destined to disappear soon?

 

4. Poetry will not die

 

The writer of these pages does not share such an apocalyptic vision. Poetry is a heavenly body that predates the so–called ‘Gutenberg Galaxy.’ On further consideration, already with the advent of the press it had changed in function and reception (one thinks of the passage from oral to written literature, or the transformation of ancient manuscripts into books printed in moveable type.) This helps us maintain a reasonable dose of optimism as to poetry’s survival in the world both present and future. The new technologies have already proved to be allies as powerful as they are readily available.

I would like to conclude with a personal recollection. In 2002 I proposed to the Italian National commission of UNESCO the setting up of a website entirely dedicated to contemporary poetic production on a world-wide basis: ‘Poetic Babel.’ The plan was very simple: to put on line one or two texts per poet in both the original version and in translation (Italian, English, and French), this inside a user-friendly framework for whichever potential reader, providing the name of the author, some basic information on the literary background, etc. Within a few months we had put together an impressive quantity of texts and poets from all four corners of the globe. The initiative proved successful and a year later, in 2003, – to mark World Poetry Day – the numbers of contributors was doubled together with the poetic material and information. My collaboration with UNESCO is now over, but the project continues to thrive.

The fact that quickly convinced us of the interest aroused by the project was expressed in terms of audience: from the first day that the site went online – 21 March 2002 – the number of daily contacts registered by a simple control program was over fifty thousand – an amount no print publication could have reached even with sales world-wide, unless at impossibly large cost. Fair enough, fifty thousand contacts spread over five continents is a drop in the ocean. But neither is such a drop so small!

For the rest I was subsequently to discover that my idea was not so original and that similar initiatives had taken off in France, Germany... Albeit also on a national level, these had had the same mass impact: Quantity was no longer an obstacle, still less an enemy to practising poetry.  Once again, the myth of poets’ elitism and solitude had been gainsaid.

Therefore, let me end with a passage from the manifesto on our homepage which is still open to extend a welcome to unknown poetry readers about to set out:

 

Poetry is part of human nature. All civilisations, epochs and races have known the poetic expression inherent in human language. A poem, whether oral or written, read in private or in public, written in a book or an exercise book, can overcome obstacles of space and time, as well as of national borders. The web revolution will surpass that of Gutenberg, becoming a formidable instrument for exchange, communication and knowledge of contemporary poetry.[8]

 

 


 



[1] Alberto Asor Rosa, Storia europea della letteratura italiana, La letteratura della Nazione, (Torino: Einaudi, 2009) p.597.

 [2] Ibid.

[3] Paul Auster, Timbuktu, London, Faber & Faber, 1999.

[4] Giorgio Caproni, Conte di Kevenhüller (1986), Tutte le poesie, Milano, Garzanti, 1999.

[5] Attilio Bertolucci, La camera da letto (1988), Milano, Garzanti, 2000.

[6] Biagio Marin, Nel silenzio più teso (1980), E anche il vento tase (1982), La vose de la sera (1985), Poesie, Milano, Garzanti, 1999.

[7] Claudio Magris, Microcosmi, Milano, Garzanti, 1997, p.70.

 [8] “Babele Poetica”: http://www.unesco.it/poesia/babele/benvenuto.htm

 

ALESSANDRO IOVINELLI


*Buon compleanno, Direttore!

BIONOTA Alessandro Iovinelli, fondatore e direttore scientifico di TeclaXXI

Alessandro Iovinelli (Roma, 1957) ha conseguito la laurea in lettere (Roma, La Sapienza) e il dottorato di ricerca in “Culture et Societé en Italie du Moyen-Age au XXème siècle”, (Parigi, Sorbonne-Nouvelle).
È poeta, narratore, critico e regista teatrale.
Ha pubblicato libri di poesia, racconti, saggistica, nonché tre romanzi.

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