Although I knew his work
slightly from his own A Controversy of
Poets, I hadn’t focused on Robert Kelly’s poetry until I got to know some
of his former Bard students: David Perry*, John Gorham and Harvey Bialy, and
through them Tom Meyer. All spoke glowingly of Kelly as a teacher. But it
wasn’t until I got hold of a copy of Finding
the Measure (Black Sparrow, 1968) that Kelly’s poetry forced me to pay
attention. The volume’s preface – or as Kelly titles it, complete with open-ended
parenthesis, “(prefix:” – is one of the knockdown finest statements of a
poetics I’ve ever read. Even today, 35 years after it was written, it stands
up:
Finding
the measure is finding the mantram,
is
finding the moon, as ind ex
of measure,
is
finding the moon’s source;
if that source
is Sun,
finding the measure is finding
the
natural articulation of ideas.
The
organism
of the
macrocosm, the organism of language,
the
organism of I combine in ceaseless naturing
to
propagate a fourth,
the poem,
from their trinity.
Style
is death. Find the measure is finding
a
freedom from that death, a way out, a movement
forward.
Finding the measure is finding the
specific
music of the hour,
the synchronous
consequences of the motion of the whole world.
Style is death. Derrida would have a field day with that, coming as it does in the work
of someone for whom measure – the line & phrase heard as units at once both
of music & of meaning – is the compelling
issue. What does Kelly mean to make so bald a claim?
The answer of course is to
be found first in Kelly’s assertion that there is such a thing as a “natural
articulation of ideas,” followed by his trinity of organisms. The idea of
“natural articulation,” may follow out of the old Imagist maxim that “a new
cadence means a new idea,” but Kelly weds it very much to an organic vision not
only of the poem but of all existence.
It’s interesting to map
Kelly’s trinity over, say, Jakobson’s six functions of language. As I’ve written
here before, I always think of Jakobson’s model as three axes, or as pairs of
opposites: addresser, address; contact, code; signifier, signified. Kelly’s
trinity does fall neatly into those three pairs, especially if one goes back to
Jakobson’s own discussions of the signified as ultimately contextual, much
broader than the notion of an object for every noun – Kelly calls it the
“organism / of the macrocosm.”
What Kelly describes as
three axes “ceaselessly naturing” to pop out a poem
rather the way a hen does eggs is the grounds for any articulation, not just
verse. Is Kelly arguing after a fashion that it is this particular
configuration of these possibilities that lead to the poem? Perhaps, but more
important is the way in which this text privileges the “I” with italics only to
deny its force one stanza later with “Style is death.” But of course that kind of equation can work both ways: Death is style might be even more accurate. Phrased thus, we can see
that Kelly is trying very hard to separate out the “I” of consciousness from a
second “I,” the superego really, that would impose its understanding of
tradition & history encoded through a process that keeps the word from
somehow coming through directly.
That distinction takes me
back to the seemingly self-canceling phrase, “natural articulation.” Such a
concept implies a universe in which articulation would be unmediated &
inevitable. Not simply that the flower of my sermon should be its own message,
but that nature itself is just such an ultimate discourse. But Kelly’s phrase
continues: “natural articulation of
ideas.” Thus ideas themselves must exist both
prior to & outside of any embodiment in words.
If the lion could speak we
would have to write it down.** Kelly is aligning the
poem here with a discourse that is, literally, inhuman – though not necessarily
anti-human. Rather it exists prior to & outside of our merely secular
discursive behaviors. The mantram of the
first line is, if we follow this logic, a subliminal hum within the universe.
The role for poet is not to alter or direct that energy so much as to enable it
to come through revealed.
All of which, I would argue,
takes us back to the question in this poem of the moon. It is not only that
“Finding the measure is finding the mantram,” but
that it is also “finding the moon, as ind ex of measure, / is finding the moon’s source.” The
question of the moon, its relation to Sun (the absence of article here marking
as more than a little like an Egyptian god) & that mysterious idea of
“source” traces the other thematic thread that weaves through this tex t. Read strictly, the entire line of reasoning about
the trinity of organisms should apply only
if Sun is understood as “source” for the moon. Moon of course being a
loaded term for a poet who has already published a volume of short poems called
Lunes.
On the one hand, the
attributes of the tides & their impact on any number of worldly phenomena
is certainly present, but at a level of obviousness that makes it a So What. Ditto the question of gravity
from earth to moon or vice versa & of sun to either. At a more significant
level, though, I don’t think this image is decidable except insofar as it pins
the question of articulation up into a cosmology of effects. The poem resonates
exactly as something that cannot be reduced to an argument, a good test of any
poem.
* Not the
same David Perry who is now active in poetry around New York, whom I think of
as the “Adventures in Poetry” David Perry in order to keep them straight in my
head.
** As indeed
Michael McClure already has.