For most of
us on most occasions, first thought is not best thought, despite the Beat
mantra. Automatism literally applied results in such curiosities as the
Surrealists’ adoration of “automatic writing” or Kerouac’s “spontaneous bop
prosody,” practices which may achieve therapeutic but not artistic benefits. An
automaton is a machine, with the reasoning and imagination of a machine. In a Rambler essay published on this date, Oct.
29, in 1751, Dr. Johnson uses a biological metaphor to suggest the pitfalls
of relying on impulse:
“Hasty
compositions, however they please at first by flowery luxuriance, and spread in
the sunshine of temporary favour, can seldom endure the change of seasons, but
perish at the first blast of criticism, or frost of neglect.”
Johnson is
just getting warmed up: “[W]ho can bear with patience the writer who claims
such superiority to the rest of his species, as to imagine mankind are at
leisure for attention to his extemporary sallies, and that posterity will
reposite his casual effusions among the treasures of ancient wisdom?”
The
operative word is “sally,’ a favorite of Johnson’s. In his Dictionary, he defines essay as
“a loose sally of the mind; an irregular undigested piece; not a regular and
orderly composition.”
1 comment:
Your commentary puts me in mind if Randall Jarrell’s judgment of the poetry of Archibald Macleish: “ ... written on a typewriter by a typewriter.”
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