Dawn Potter
It’s so easy to overlook
punctuation. Our eyes are trained to glide past it, automatically registering
the marks as pauses or sentence endings but not otherwise lingering over them.
As Baron Wormser and David Cappella note in Teaching the Art of Poetry, “punctuation makes necessary
distinctions so that things don’t blur and tangle and confuse.” This is why its
absence obscurely distresses us. “Punctuation seems ironclad. There had better
be a period at the end of each sentence. It’s the law—and poets flout it.”
Well, some poets
flout it. In an interview for The Paris Review, Philip Larkin grumbled:
A well-known
publisher asked me how one punctuated poetry, and looked flabbergasted when I
said, The same as prose. By which I mean that I write, or wrote, as everyone
did till the mad lads started, using words and syntax in the normal way to
describe recognizable experiences as memorably as possible. That doesn’t seem
to me a tradition. The other stuff, the mad stuff, is more an aberration.
And it’s true that
some poems seem to taunt us with willful misuse. In “th wundrfulness uv th
mountees our secret police,” bill bissett not only ignores punctuation and
capitalization but misspells words, creating a narrative that is also a sort of
manipulative graffiti:
they opn our mail petulantly
they burn down barns they cant
bug they
listn to our politikul
ledrs phone conversashuns what
cud b less inspiring to ovrheer
Sonia Sanchez
takes a different tack in her “Song No. 3 (for 2nd and 3rd grade sisters).”
Though she, too, ignores capitalization, she does make use of traditional
punctuation. Nonetheless, she doesn’t end every sentence with a period, only
the last line of the stanza. Her choice affects how we imagine the speaker’s
voice and supports our absorption of the poem’s blunt, childish, yet very clear
pain.
cain’t nobody tell me any different
i’m ugly and you know it too
you just smiling to make me feel
better
but i see how you stare when
nobody’s watching you.
Even
as many poets experiment with deleting punctuation, others put traditional
marks to new uses. For instance, rather than linking images with grammar,
Melissa Stein’s “So deeply that it is not heard at all, but” links them with
punctuation:
sister: the violin is blue. it
plays stars, there was a field—
sister: that swelling in your belly
will be a milkweed, a duty, a friend—
sister: goldenrod blossom: stippled
ancillary: nonplussed bird—
Russell
Edson, on the other hand, gives us long grammatically complex sentences filled
with traditional punctuation that, instead of clarifying the situation,
contribute to the poem’s ambiguity, as in this dense line from “Out of Whack”:
Too late, too
late, because I am wearing the king’s crown: and, in that we are married, and,
in that the wearer of the king’s crown is automatically the king, you are now my queen, who broke her crown like a typically silly
woman, who doesn’t quite realize the value of things, screamed the queen.
But
even when a poet follows less raucous patterns of punctuation, she chooses each
comma, each period, each dash, precisely and deliberately. Punctuation marks,
as Wormser and Cappella have said, add clarity; but they also are important
elements of sound, affecting a line’s cadence and tonality. The silence implied
by a dash is longer than the silence implied by a comma. A question mark
indicates a lift in tonal pitch, whereas a period indicates a drop. Even a
hyphen or its absence has a subtle influence: the pacing of fire truck is different from fire-truck is different from firetruck.
Punctuation
marks can also be stylistic tics, as the dash was for Emily Dickinson. They can even
be stylistic anathemas. Richard Hugo, for instance, hated semicolons. In his
essay “Nuts and Bolts,” he flatly declared, “No semicolons. Semicolons indicate
relationships that only idiots need defined by punctuation. Besides, they are
ugly.” Derek Walcott, among many other poets, would disagree
passionately with that pronouncement. He uses semicolons throughout his book-length
poem The Prodigal, often inserting them
at line endings to indicate a pause of recognition or comprehension:
Then through the thinned trees I
saw a wraith
of smoke, which I believed came
from the house,
but every smoker carries his own
wreath;
then I saw that this moving wreath
was yours.
[And, no, I can't explain why the Blog Djinn insists that this last paragraph should be single-spaced; and, yes, this post is a draft excerpt from my forthcoming book The Conversation: Learning to Be a Poet (Autumn House Press, 2014).]
2 comments:
But it's very good anyway, Dawn, and your eminently secure but nuanced prose is a superb vehicle for making sense out of anomalies.
What worries me is when I read sloppy prose by poets who would ask me to trust the eccentricities in their poetry, whereas the wobbles may very well be a product of the same carelessness, inflation and ignorance they display in their prose.
I get the Poem-a-Day from the AAoP and I'm not always sure how some of the poems got published, what is more how the author has managed 3 or 4 books. Or doesn't it matter as long as you're an artist?
Here's a question: has there ever been a great poet that couldn't also write great prose? or a great painter who couldn't draw really well? or a great musician of any sort who wasn't also profoundly, astonishingly musical?
This is cool!
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