Alfred Bettanier’s depiction of a French classroom (1887) Can the Writing of Poetry Be Taught? The Society May 16, 2016 Essays, For Educators, Poetry 14 Comments By James Sale In our egalitarian and democratic societies we very much hope and want all good things to be available to all people if they have a mind to have them. Indeed, in the world of personal development you can achieve whatever you believe (paraphrasing one of its leading prophets, Napoleon Hill); and we know that poetry is a good thing, so can everybody, if they are taught sufficiently well, be a poet? A large part of my early career was spent on the assumption that it could be done. I was a secondary school English teacher for 15 years, taught thousands of students, and wrote several successful texts on just how to do it: my Poetry Show (co-written with David Orme) volumes 1, 2, and 3, published by Macmillan in the mid-90s, and subsequently reprinted twice by Nelson, are classic examples of this endeavour. I am still proud of those books and I really think they should be reprinted sometime soon for they are a mine of great ideas to help poets write; indeed, one prestigious UK university was using one of the texts for their postgraduate course, so that was gratifying when you consider the books were written for 12-16 year-olds! But I return to my central query: they ought to be able to write poetry, but can it be done? Can they be taught to be poets? Lord Chesterfield said, “I am very sure that any man of common understanding may, by culture, care, attention, and labor, make himself whatever he pleases, except a great poet,” which quite unequivocally denies the possibility that a poet can be made, although this is not to say that a poet is born. What I have come to believe is that a poet is a poet by vocation. It is indeed a calling, and as with the famous words of Jesus in another context, “Many are called but few are chosen.” Why is this? And does this invalidate the teaching of poetry? Further, and more personally, were my 15 years of teaching poetry a complete waste of time? To answer in reverse order: no, my 15 years of teaching poetry were necessary and extremely beneficial even if I cannot name one person who is still writing poetry today. What I can do is name several people who have gone on to write or produce books or literature in one form or another, and many, many more who have never forgotten their love of poetry as a result of that teaching. So, waste of time, definitely not: I have equipped and up-skilled thousands of students. And so for other teachers of poetry, whether they be at primary school or post-graduate level, there are skills and disciplines to learn, and that need to be learnt before the full fruit of poetry can be manifested. We need to remember that even the great poet starts off as an apprentice; starts off writing much rubbish, and usually continues writing some inferior stuff for the rest of his or her life. To mention the greatest of all poets, Shakespeare: it can hardly be denied that his output was massively inconsistent throughout his career—a fact commented on at the time by his friend Ben Jonson, analysed in depth one hundred and fifty years later by his great admirer, Dr. Samuel Johnson, and alluded to by commentators ever since. How is it that a man who was so inspired by the Muse could also produce such bathos? One is reminded of Socrates remark: “I soon realised that poets do not compose their poems with real knowledge, but by inborn talent and inspiration, like seers and prophets who also say many things without any understanding of what they say.” Perhaps Socrates here is overstating the inspiration a bit, though it certainly appears that way when a poet is in full flow. The key to living up to Socrates’ lofty description is the long and arduous preparation that is essential if the poet is to become a fit conductor for the Muse. Here is where the teaching comes in. Ah! But I am getting ahead of myself: the Muse? Inspiration? What is this to do with teaching poetry? Everything. In the first place what we can teach the student is techniques, we can introduce models, we can unpick complexity and show how poetry works on multiple levels of language. If we are really smart, we can get to the point where we can show the student that the poem, properly understood, is not about any one specific thing, or if it is, that is secondary; what is important is the language and how it works, which is not how logic works. This how-language-works stuff can, bizarrely, get far deeper into the heart of reality—which is emotional—than any rational discourse can. Sidney J Harris said this: “Pupils are more like oysters than sausages.” We see from this that the art of the teacher, then, is not to produce sausages, closed-ended products full of dubious nutrition (like a National Curriculum in the U.K. or Common Core in the United States) but to be oyster-like: to allow the oyster to open to reveal the pearl within. This requires patience and what John Keats called “negative capability.” Negative capability is that not reaching after facts and certainties, but allowing the imagination to do its work; or put another way, allowing the Muse to enter in and speak, because true poetry is inspired (or in-spirited), which literally means breathed-in. It has a divine origin, and anyone who has written true poetry knows this to be true, for the mind enters a curious state of excited passivity and the poem writes itself. Sure, it may be edited afterwards and incubated for longer still, but the essence of the true poem is that it is inspired and so seems to come in one whole and enveloping motion (hence Wordsworth’s point about poetry being “emotion recollected in tranquillity”—note that e-motion means out of motion. Poets have testified to this experience, and the fact that they can feel that they are not actually writing the poem from the beginning. Now this, clearly, is difficult to teach, for it is not a skill but a quality or attitude even of being; there is in the waiting for the Muse a faith, a confidence—confidence in Latin meaning “with faith”—that is transcendental; in fact, as with Samuel, the Biblical prophet, it is waiting for the call—poets hear the words coming to them, and they are not thinking, “What shall I write?” for that would be prose. They are transcribing the words that call out to them. At least they are at their best. With all of us it happens many times that what we thought were divine words turns out to be mere verse, or worse, mere prose, or very worst of all—below verse and prose—mere doggerel. But let’s not turn away from verse: verse is good, sometimes outstanding, even if ultimately it does not reach the heights of poetry. And this can and should be taught. Give me good verse any day rather than free verse, which mostly is not anything at all and whose essential characteristic is ugliness, the opposite of the Muse. As an extended sidebar, early 20th century English writer Hilaire Belloc commented, “There is (as the greatest of the Ancient Greeks discovered) a certain indissoluble Trinity of Truth, Beauty and Goodness. You cannot deny or attack one of these three without at the same time denying or attacking both the others. Therefore with the advance of this new and terrible enemy against the Faith and all that civilisation which the Faith produces, there is coming not only a contempt for beauty but a hatred of it; and immediately upon the heels of this there appears a contempt and hatred for virtue.” Poet Jose Garcia Villa, whose book I reviewed recently, put this much more succinctly: “In order to be art, form is mandatory.” And we can teach form, and in doing so increase the appreciation of beauty in the world. To further understand, however, the difference between poetry and verse in an absolute sense we need to consider two examples that Charles Williams, part of the Inkling literary group that included C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien, gave in his marvellous essay on great poetry. He invites us to contrast this extract from 19th century poet T.B. Macaulays’ Lays of Ancient Rome: Round turned he, as not deigning Those heathen ranks to see; Naught spake he to Lars Porsena, To Sextus naught spake he with this short passage from the close of Book 5 of John Milton’s Paradise Lost: So spake the Seraph Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unsecured, unterrified. Paraphrasing Williams we might say that both passages are about the same topic: courage or heroism in the face of overwhelming odds, but clearly the Macaulay is verse and Milton’s is great poetry. What is the difference? And the difference is entirely experiential: we read the Lay and we think “How jolly to behave like that; how spiffing; isn’t that just so brave?” whereas we read the Milton and we feel what heroism is: we enter the world of pure courage and its very pulse is felt in our blood stream; indeed, it makes our hairs stand on end, as, say, does Shakespeare when Hamlet’s ghost appears and—I could go on. We admire Horatio, but we become Abdiel, “though single,” as the power and sound of language (rhetoric) gets us to wholly identify with the character and the situation. True poetry, then, is always a remarkable achievement because it always entails the primary imagination of mankind becoming unified as it enters into an experience or situation and expresses its inner reality. It is worth commenting as well here on I.A. Richards’ brilliant observation from his famous The Principles of Literary Criticism that “Metre for the most difficult and most delicate utterances is the all but inevitable means.” Certainly Macaulay has metre but it is of a most basic and tub-thumping sort; Milton’s metre is sinuous, flexible (see how the caesura shifts from line to line), insistent and overlaid with a whole series of other sound patterns—one could write a whole essay just on the technical achievements of these four lines; but I doubt, in reading it, whether Milton composed with just such technicalities in mind. Rather, the lines came to him —flowed as the Muse spoke. And because he had spent so much time reading poetry and practising the writing of verse as a younger man, so he did not have to labour too hard to focus all these technical points together as the Voice of the poem spoke to him. This, by way of analogy, is rather like becoming an expert cyclist: once you are that good you no longer have to consciously think of balance, handling, peddling or any other aspect of cycling—the mind-body moves in one effortless motion to guide the bike to its destination. Here, then, is a reason to teach poetry: not that it produces poetry, but that it prepares the person who is called to be a poet to be fully optimised—mature enough, capable and technical enough—for when the Muse actually does speak or better still, transmits. Furthermore, the teaching of poetry—where we are actually dealing with poetry—promotes the appreciation of beauty and as late English screenwriter Christopher Bryant said, “For beauty makes for joy.” So this is worth doing whether or not any one particular person is called to be a poet or not. And let’s not forget as well the sheer therapeutic effect of writing, be it poetry or otherwise; that is important. Finally, then, beyond whether we can teach how to write poetry or not, we need to remember what contemporary English writer Patrick Harpur observed: “In bowing our heads humbly before the Muse, and losing ourselves in her imagery, we paradoxically gain greater freedom and meaning, and come to know what it is to be our true selves.” James Sale, FRSA is a leading expert on motivation, and the creator and licensor of Motivational Maps worldwide. James has been writing poetry for over 40 years and has seven collections of poems published, including most recently, Inside the Whale, his metaphor for being in hospital and surviving cancer, which afflicted him in 2011. He can be found at www.jamessale.co.uk and contacted at james@motivational maps.com. He is the winner of Second Prize in the Society’s 2015 Competition NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. 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Poets who are particularly engaged in a counter-reaction against modernism often fall into an even worse error, namely that technique will save everything. More on this. Thank you, kind Sir, for this beautifully crafted essay, full of truth. Reply james sale May 17, 2016 Thanks Joseph – really appreciate your comments. Reply Hayden Bergman May 17, 2016 I agree Joseph, the best poetry is a perfect marriage of form and content. James, thank you for the essay. Reply james sale May 18, 2016 Thanks to you too, Hayden – the great thing about SCP is the positive environment it creates. Reply Joseph Charles MacKenzie May 18, 2016 Well, by extension, there are so many applications for the essay’s underlying principle. For example, many architects in my circle have rejected the so-called “New Classical Architecture” movement precisely because none of leaders of this movement have produced anything which may be said to be inspired. On the contrary, the movement seems to produce the most sterile, unimaginative, canonically correct architecture imaginable—to the point that their church buildings all look like stripped-down charicatures of themselves. No architect of the common practice period would dream of creating such minimalism. Appalling, really. All I had to do was open the door to Duncan Stroik’s Shrine of the Virgin of Guadalupe in Wisconsin and glance in to know everything about the space, because it is absolutely a cookie-cutter caricature of classicism. Hum-drum would be too exciting a word for it. The blonde monotonous, marble is an affront to the Italians who were highly polychromatic. The whole white wedding cake is a work of American Puritanism having nothing at all to do with the architectural traditions of the Latin Church. Part of the crisis in human arts and letters is precisely how we react to it, all too often in ways which exclude the very idea of inspiration. Of course, I prescind from the philosophical and other errors underlying these monstrosities—and I shouldn’t, really, because the truth is best expressed by Aristotle’s axiom of “Parvus error in principio fit magnus in fine.” james sale May 19, 2016 Thanks for this Joseph – you are so right. I know little about architecture, so I’ll take your word for it. But I do see the same principles informing modern art and music, leading to exactly the same things you observe in Architecture: stripped down, minimalist, unimaginative, monotonous, and the lack of inspiration – these words you use are exactly what we find across the arts and they all derive from a common philosophical root called Modernism or post-modernism. The names change but the essential beliefs in nothingness, ugliness, solipsism, disconnection, continues; as does the self-congratulation of the ‘artists’ and their sponsors who espouse this kind of rubbish. Mary Cecil October 18, 2016 I agree that you can teach techniques, style and an appreciation of the great poets, however, I see so much ‘academic poetry’ which is meaningless drivel to the man on the street. It’s as if there’s a secret language taught in the universities which is deliberately designed to shut out those authentic poets, who no matter how gifted they might be, if they haven’t benefitted from the rarified cloisters of academia,with the ‘correct form of words etc’ then they are not relevant. My personal belief is that it’s a gift which cannot be taught. It can be honed but it’s an innate skill which is an expression of the unconscious mind,heart & soul, and requires a degree from life and living. Reply James Sale October 19, 2016 Totally agree Mary, thank you for your contribution. A brilliant example of what you are describing occurred in The Times newspaper of London only yesterday: the poet Professor Simon Armitage at a literary festival criticised Bob Dylan’ winning the Nobel prize on the grounds that his lyrics were “Childish” – he rhymed, he had hyper metrical lines, and he used mixed metaphors. Sour grapes or what? What that critique is missing is that Dylan’s lyrics are accessible, speak to millions of people, and in some instances are actually pretty profound. It also misses the fact that Shakespeare never wrote ‘perfectly’ either. How the academics who write stuff that has no heart and no soul are howling with outrage that an outsider like Bob has stolen the prize they so coveted. It’s a joy – albeit perverse – to behold their misery! Reply Mary Cecil October 19, 2016 Warm Greetings James,thanks for your reply. I must admit I was a bit apprehensive about writing my opinion on this. At the other extreme, I entered a competition with an excellent poem and was shocked at the winner’s writing about ‘fluffy pink kittens’. I couldn’t understand this at all until someone explained about the marketing and who the competition organizers were targeting for their magazine. A lot of young students are passionate about poetry and publish their stuff which is a good thing, however, in my opinion, they need to experience real life to develop as poets, it cannot be ‘learned ‘ as it were, in universities . Whilst saying all this I would admit to a degree of envy at the opportunities to study which sadly was denied to me, but living a life with lots of reading, tragedies, and experience gave me the understanding to truly find my creativity, my inner voice. Better late than never. James Sale October 19, 2016 That’s very good news, Mary – that you have found your inner voice; and one should never be afraid to express a well thought out view. One of the joys of poetry, unlike science, is that generally speaking age increases one powers, if one is a true poet. The great example of this for me is WB Yeats – who just went on getting better. So really what you are saying is: Better late than early! I can go along with that … Satyananda Sarangi August 14, 2017 Hello Sir, greetings. I went about searching the essays that had been put here way before I started reading on this website. As usual, this is one amazing piece. It will come in handy for educators who teach poetry at universities and obviously, the students and the new age poets who love rhyme and rhythm. I love the way you emphasise on the muse, because it is where the beauty emanates. Thank you. Regards Reply James Sale August 14, 2017 Thanks Satyananda – really appreciate your support for my articles – thank you. Reply Kenneth Willis June 29, 2020 Thank you for that excellent article – and every word true. Poetry, as I had long suspected, cannot be taught, only caught. However, as you say, there is much to be gained from practising the writing of good verse, and learning the discipline of metre. Although you have confirmed what I long suspected, that I will never be a poet, you have, nevertheless, encouraged me to persevere in reading and writing. I will certainly be returning to re-read your article. Reply James Sale June 29, 2020 Thanks Kenneth, good of you to look at this and study it. I did a talk on poetry for the SCP at the Princeton Club last year and used it as the basis for an article I wrote for The Epoch Times, exploring the connection between poetry and kung fu – you may find this useful too: https://www.theepochtimes.com/the-making-of-a-poem-courage-strength-and-kung-fu_3145658.html Hope so – all the best – James Reply Leave a Reply to Satyananda Sarangi Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.