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C. D. Wright On "The New American Ode" Essay, Research Paper

C.D. Wright

[Here Wright resurrects the "sub-genre of the lyric, the ode" to propose a

kind of poetry that displays a language of ecstasy in presenting matters or issues that

have a political or public setting. Along with brief remarks on the poetry of Lorine Niedecker, included

here, she also comments on poetry by John Weiners, Bernadette Mayer and Fannie Howe.]

There is in Western literary tradition a significant sub-genre of the lyric, the ode

(from the Greek aeidein, to sing, chant). And as it has come down to us from the

ancients Pindar, Horace, and Anacreon (along with one shing example apiece from Sappho and

Alcaeus) no longer confined to its original casing, though periodically adherent –

the spirit of the ode as practiced by its originators remains intact. By which I intend

that while the metrical and strophic arrangements have undergone too many alterations,

translation by translation, century by century, poet by poet to save a meaningful material

link – the compulsion to honor event and person goes unabated by the most irreverent

and the most miserable of poets. Further, the motivation for the ode is so fundamentally

powerful as to give continuous rise to unique and exceptional nonce forms.

Making every effort to avoid stepping into what W. S. Merwin refers to as the

"quicksand of definition," I will allow that in general the ode celebrates an

occasion or individual or more frequently an individual on an occasion. As such it

dignifies the event, elevates the person. An air of formality gathers naturally about it;

in J. A. Cuddon’s words, it is "a full-dress poem." In the same spirit the

ode is given to improving upon things as they are actually to be found. Using the term

very expansively from the outset, I am reminded of one of the West’s great odes in

stone, Michelangelo’s David. I was gratified to overhear the English tour guide tell

her charge of elderly tourists standing directly under and squarely between David’s

legs, "Of course you realize, it is an idealization."

Certainly a naked man never looked better.

[…]

The ode, then, is one of the few literary tendencies left on the lot that admits wonder

and presumes a future. Though Whitman’s only titled ode is to death, Leaves of

Grass redistributes the whole history of the ode to its day.

The ode is hortatory by nature. It eggs on. Consequently it sometimes retracts old

enthusiasms; so we have Coleridge supporting the French Revolution early on in "Ode

to the Departing Year, " and reacting to the Terror in "France: An ode" two

years later. Being both partisan and flexible, then, it could not be better suited to a

poetry of politics. Responding to the Great Uprising in Detroit in the late 1960s, Philip

Levine delivered a powerful incantation, "They Feed They Lion." While it is a

lyric with strings stretching back to King David, it frustrates the syntax into a

thoroughly contemporary beat. Having an essentially upright character – thanks

largely to Horace – the political ode would not bear up under clinical objectivity or

brazen, frequently repeated inconsistencies.

[…]

Though fallen somewhat into desuetude here in this century, the ode has persisted. The

same representatives are cited in every source, insuring they do and will stand for the

whole genre. But my purpose here is neither to hack away at the canon or contrive a trend.

I am interested in fertile poetic constructions. I am aiming for the ode as a recourse,

however short-term, to the same-old careerist poem of no note, no risk, and no

satisfaction, and to the equally vulgar obsession with newness. My purpose is to witch out

a few contemporary American poets who have contributed something to the ode in which I

think a contemporary poetic life can be partially realized. The search for models in my

terms becomes a search for alternatives.

[…]

In the feverish atmosphere of post-World War II Georgia O’Keefe undertook to

compel us to see a calla lily. With Odas Elementales [Elemental Odes] (1954) Pablo

Neruda advised us to "look closely at the world of objects at rest. Wheels that have

crossed long, dusty distances with their mineral and vegetable burdens … barrels and

baskets, handles and hafts for carpenter’s tool chests. From them," he writes,

"flow the contacts of man with the earth, like a text for all harassed

lyricists." So in Neruda’s elemental odes we stare intently at the kingdom of

socks, salt, lemons. … [Wright’s ellipses] In these states it has not been the

so-called Confessional poets – the poets more frequently associated with lyrical

writing – but the Objectivists who have fixed our senses on the "world of

objects at rest," Of the Objectivists none was more devoted to "the little /

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