“In art I
like verisimilitude—
not slavish
imitation of the real,but—even the extraordinary—viewed
for truth’s increase and durable appeal.”
In a note,
Brosman acknowledges the poem's debt to Horace and Boileau, “the French arbiter of classical
prosody,” but she hardly writes like a hard-shelled classicist. She favors
art that renders a faithful account of the real, tempered by respect for “truth’s
increase.” Art has its reasons, and so must the artist. In the third and fourth stanzas she
writes:
“Peculiarities
and accidents
Of landscape,
person, fruit need not be changed,yet profit from restraint and ornaments.
The tulip’s streaks may well be rearranged,
“as
language purged of oath and vulgar words,
Save bits
of flavoring: a phrase or soReveals the man; we do not want the turds.”
Hints, inklings,
allusions, synecdoches – the tactful and efficient etiquette of art. Even when
rude, art is polite. The tulip reference is to Chapter 10 of Rasselas. Imlac, the speaker, is not
always a stand-in for Johnson:
“`This business of a poet,’ said Imlac, `is to examine, not
the individual, but the species; to remark general properties and large
appearances. He does not number the streaks of the tulip, or describe the
different shades of the verdure of the forest. He is to exhibit in his
portraits of nature such prominent and striking features as recall the original
to every mind, and must neglect the minuter discriminations…’”
Yes
and no, we might say. The finer strains of Romanticism and Modernism – say,
Thoreau and Joyce -- favored the notion of “luminous details.” The modern
taste is for specificity. Brosman says the artist must “direct / uncommon focus to a common
theme, / by vision, measured understanding, tact.” According to this understanding, the
contemporary infatuation with the “transgressive” is offensive, yes, but also
pointless, ineffectual and dreary. It’s not art. Brosman concludes her poem with
these lines:
“Depict,
then, golden peach and worm; eschew
grotesque
or alien creature, vicious act;use artifice to complement what’s true.”
There
goes science fiction, Sharon Olds, William Burroughs.
1 comment:
Patrick,
Thanks for citing Brosman's fine line:
"The tulip's streaks may well be rearranged."
I think Johnson would have liked it.
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