Dr. Johnson describes the poet and physician Mark Akenside: “He certainly retained an unnecessary and outrageous zeal for what he called and thought liberty; a zeal which sometimes disguises from the world, and not rarely from the mind which it possesses, an envious desire of plundering wealth or degrading greatness; and of which the immediate tendency is innovation and anarchy, an impetuous eagerness to subvert and confound, with very little care what shall be established.”
Sounds very
twenty-first-century, doesn’t it? Johnson might be describing our current crop
of bush-league Lenins. Akenside was “no friend to anything established” and assumed the most effortless of all political stances, one definitively
formulated by a twentieth-century thinker.
Of the
fifty-two poets included by Johnson in his Lives
of the Most Eminent English Poets (1779-81), most of whom are from the
eighteenth century, I have at least a glancing familiarity with twenty-two.
Akenside is not among them. For every Milton, Dryden and Pope there are two or
three Thomas Tickells, Samuel Garths and George Stepneys. When reading about a neglected
writer, some of us hope to uncover the injustice of his obscure fate and salvage his
reputation. Akenside makes that unlikely.
Johnson’s
assessment of Akenside’s poetry is not entirely dismissive but never
enthusiastic. Akenside’s best-known work during his lifetime was “The Pleasures of the Imagination,” published when he was twenty-three. Johnson dismisses its
loquacity: “The words are multiplied till the sense is hardly perceived.” About
his odes, Johnson writes:
“To examine
such compositions singly cannot be required; they have doubtless brighter and
darker parts; but, when they are once found to be generally dull, all further
labour may be spared, for to what use can the work be criticised that will not
be read?”
Johnson
takes the opportunity to issue a caveat regarding blank verse:
“The
exemption which blank verse affords from the necessity of closing the sense
with the couplet betrays luxuriant and active minds into such self-indulgence
that they pile image upon image, ornament upon ornament, and are not easily
persuaded to close the sense at all. Blank verse will therefore, I fear, be too
often found in description exuberant, in argument loquacious, and in narration
tiresome.”
Johnson’s
approach to biography mingles gossip, erudition and close reading. Several of the Lives are small masterpieces but all can
be read with profit, as they often illuminate Johnson’s sensibility more than
the poet under consideration. Akenside died on this date, June 23, in 1770 at age
forty-eight.
"Our current crop of bush-league Lenins"? Come on, Patrick.
ReplyDelete"The words are multiplied till the sense is hardly perceived; attention deserts the mind..." This is the perfect description of too much of the work I am reading for a graduate degree. Oh, for an editor... thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Gary. "Minor-league Maos" would be better.
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