Hugh Kenner glosses a well-known couplet in Alexander Pope’s “Essay on Criticism” (1711) by reference to Newton’s second law of motion (published in 1687 in his Principia Mathematica, one year before Pope’s birth) and “numerous points of disequilibrium”:
“True ease
in writing comes from art, not chance,
As those
move easiest who have learned to dance.”
Perhaps. I’ve
always taken Pope’s notion as strictly rooted in lived experience, though Pope
was only twenty-three when he wrote his “Essay.” Writing is labor, even if we’ve spent more than two-thirds of a lifetime earning most of our
living with words. We can’t rely on chance, which is not the same thing
as inspiration, a gift that has to be exercised or it gets stiff and unresponsive.
A young reader tells me she wants to be a writer but not of poetry or fiction –
essays, she tells me, which is admirable though a little vague. She has certain
advantages – much reading, no college degree. She works for a living. I envy
her ambition.
Among the
most valuable sources of writerly know-how published during my lifetime is The Poetic Art (Carcanet, 1975), C.H.
Sisson’s translation of Horace’s Ars
Poetica. The work consists of a ten-page overview titled “The Ars Poetica in English Literature,” the
467-line translation and twelve pages of notes. There’s nothing stuffy or
Strunk-and-Whitey about any of it.
In the
writing trade, masters are few. Most of us remain forever apprentices, a few are
promoted to journeyman but the learning and hard work never cease. There is no
graduation. Even the better among us remain perpetual beginners. Implicit in
apprenticeship is knowledge handed down. We study under those who excelled
before us even if they died, like Horace, two millennia ago, or Dr. Johnson,
more than two centuries ago. There are no guarantees. Perseverance
doesn’t necessarily forgo failure. Here is Johnson’s definition of apprentice: “One that is bound by
covenant, to serve another man of trade, upon condition that the tradesman
shall, in the mean time, endeavor to instruct him in his art.” And
here is Sisson in his notes to Horace:
“Find what
you can write about and you have solved your problem. Of course the aspiring
writer has to face the possibility that the answer may be, Nothing. At any rate
the beginning, as the continuation, of literary capacity involves a certain
self-knowledge. Nothing is further from it, therefore, than the intoxications
of publicity and reputation.”
[You’ll find
Kenner’s reading of Pope in The
Counterfeiters: An Historical Comedy, Indiana University Press, 1968.]
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I wince when I meet smart young people who tell me they want to write books, novels or screenplays. For nearly all of them, writing means science fiction or fantasy and nothing else. I have to nod my head and smile as they tell me the plot of their planned trilogy. Of course, I'm not in academia, and for all I knew, writing programs are full of kids hoping to write literary fiction.
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