I am not a poet. But I turn to poetry instinctively to navigating the inner life. As a painter I have given myself a hall pass to not have to chip away at language in an attempt to replicate, resuscitate or reconstitute those intense experiences that happen outside the domain of language. Outside my domain anyway.
So I lean on those gifted ones, the ones who can dig, distill and divulge. The ones who can crystallize in words what I have felt through my eyes, my body. They voice what I cannot.
Not all poetry is written to ameliorate the lyrical needs of a tongue tied visual artist. But the viability and general health of poetry matters enormously to me. And even though the bean counters continually claim that the audience for poetry is in perpetual decline, I don’t believe it.
So I was particularly pleased to run across this piece in Newsweek that speaks to that very issue.
In January, the National Endowment for the Arts released a report titled “Reading on the Rise,” announcing that the number of American adults reading fiction had increased for the first time since the NEA began tracking reading habits in 1982. According to the report, 50.2 percent of adults had read a work of fiction in the previous year, compared with just 46.7 percent in 2002. The results were greeted with a mixture of excitement and caution by education experts. Some saw them as the long-awaited reversal of the trend toward a dumber, TV-obsessed United States; others, more wary, called them a statistical blip. Almost as an afterthought, the report also noted that the number of adults reading poetry had continued to decline, bringing poetry’s readership to its lowest point in at least 16 years.
The dismal poetry findings stand in sharp contrast not only to the rise in general fiction reading, but also to the efforts of the country’s many poetry-advocacy organizations, which for the past dozen years have been creating programs to attract larger audiences. These programs are at least in part a response to the growing sense that poetry is being forgotten in the U.S. They include National Poetry Month (April); readings, lectures and contests held across the country; initiatives to get poems into mainstream publications such as newspapers; and various efforts to boost poetry’s presence online (poets.org, the Web site of the Academy of American Poets, even launched a mobile version optimized for use on the iPhone). Yet according to the NEA report, in 2008, just 8.3 percent of adults had read any poetry in the preceding 12 months. That figure was 12.1 percent in 2002, and in 1992, it was 17.1 percent, meaning the number of people reading poetry has decreased by approximately half over the past 16 years.
Sunil Iyengar, the NEA’s director of the Office of Research and Analysis, says the agency can’t answer with certainty why fewer adults are reading poetry. He and others believed the opposite would be true, largely because of poetry’s expansion onto the Internet. “In fact,” he says, “part of our surmise as to why fiction reading rates seem to be up might be due to greater opportunities through online reading. But we don’t know why with poetry that’s not the case.”
Dana Gioia, who was chairman of the NEA when the new report was released but has since stepped down, credits the rise in fiction reading to a number of things, including more reading online; initiatives like the NEA’s “Big Read,” which began in 2006 and seeks to have whole communities read a literary work together; the efforts of educators; and the success of series such as the Harry Potter books and Stephenie Meyer’s “Twilight.” He also mentions Oprah’s Book Club as a catalyst.
Poetry, for all its merits, has no program or volume to rival the current popularity of Oprah and Harry Potter, but even so, the decline of its already modest following is noteworthy. Some critics and readers claim that most poetry today is too cloistered and inaccessible, or that it is just plain bad. Yet a telephone survey conducted in 2005 by the National Opinion Research Center on behalf of the Poetry Foundation found that only 2 percent of respondents said they didn’t read poetry because it was “too hard.” And Donald Hall, a former U.S. poet laureate, points out that most poetry in any age is bad, and that hasn’t kept people from reading in the past.
There might be other factors at work. According to the NORC survey, which included about 1,000 adults who read for pleasure primarily in English, people who don’t like poetry-and therefore don’t read it-are typically those who haven’t been exposed to much of it. “Their in-school experiences were fairly limited, and most of them first read classic poetry, poetry which may be less accessible and which may seem less relevant to teenagers than might contemporary poetry,” the report concluded. “It seems likely that people’s perceptions of poetry are the greatest barriers to participation.”
Exposing more people to poetry is exactly what advocates have been trying to do, and evidence suggests they’ve done quite well. National Poetry Month, for instance, which began in 1996, has become a fixture in thousands of schools and is celebrated in communities all over the country. Poets.org had more than 10 million visits last year, up from about 4.5 million in 2001, and Poetry magazine, one of the form’s oldest and most venerable outlets in the U.S., has seen its circulation triple to 30,000 since 2003.
Perhaps the most successful, and forward-looking, program of the past few years has been Poetry Out Loud, a recitation competition for high-school students that is often compared to the Scripps National Spelling Bee. It was created by the NEA and the Poetry Foundation, and in 2006, its first year as a national contest, about 40,000 students participated. This year, nearly 300,000 students are taking part, reciting both contemporary and classical poetry. Stephen Young, the Poetry Foundation’s program director, says the event was devised as a more lively way of engaging a young audience. “I think the timing seemed good because, in the years that memorizing and reciting of poetry had gone off the pedagogical map, the slam movement and hip-hop poetry and performance poetry had hit the scene,” he says. “We conceived of Poetry Out Loud as another approach to teaching poetry, but perhaps more pleasurable than [how] poetry was taught when I was a high-school student.”
Attracting young readers who haven’t yet formed an impression of poetry has been a particular focus of the foundation. The recent successes of poetry advocates on that front are generally not reflected in the NEA numbers, which looked only at the reading habits of those 18 and older. Anne Halsey, the Poetry Foundation’s media director, says the group is confident that its efforts will eventually become more broadly evident. “We’re a young organization,” she says. “We’re taking the long view of this.”
Still, despite the anecdotal evidence that interest in poetry is on the rise, at least among some parts of the public, the NEA numbers are difficult to discount. The report is based on “The Survey of Public Participation in the Arts,” conducted in partnership with the U.S. Census Bureau. The survey’s sample was more than 18,000 adults, which the report points out is “roughly 20 times the size of the average media poll,” and it was balanced by the Census Bureau to “reflect the present U.S. population.” It is by far the largest recent study on reading in the U.S.
Even if readership is down, not everyone is concerned. In fact, popularity is itself a fraught subject in the poetry community. In an address to the Association of Writers & Writing Programs this February, the president of the Poetry Foundation, John Barr, described how the popular poet writing for the common reader essentially disappeared with the advent of Modernism. The 19th-century model of poets publishing in mainstream venues such as newspapers was replaced by the 20th-century model, in which the increasing fragmentation and difficulty of poetry required specialists to discern it, moving it into the college classroom. Today, to call a poem “accessible” is practically an insult, and promotional events like National Poetry Month are derided by many poetry diehards as the reduction of a complex and often deeply private art form to a public spectacle.
A few years after the launch of National Poetry Month, poet Charles Bernstein wrote in a caustic essay that April is now when “poets are symbolically dragged into the public square in order to be humiliated with the claim that their product has not achieved sufficient market penetration.” He added that “National Poetry Month is about making poetry safe for readers by promoting examples of the art form at its most bland and its most morally ‘positive’.”
Barr, who presides over an organization that tries to represent poets-even those who say they don’t need or want publicity-while broadening their readership, says it’s “not necessarily a bad thing” if fewer people read poetry. The goal is to find each poem “its largest intended audience,” he says. Tree Swenson, executive director of the Academy of American Poets, says, “Because of the nature of poetry, it’s not just ‘more people, more people, more people,’ but deeper engagement and more kinds of poetry and moving people along to interest in poetry that might be more challenging.”
Of course, poetry has been supposedly dying now for several generations. In 1934, Edmund Wilson published an essay called “Is Verse a Dying Technique?” Fifty-four years later, Joseph Epstein chimed in with “Who Killed Poetry?” and former NEA chairman Gioia gained fame with a 1991 piece titled “Can Poetry Matter?” In answering their titular questions, all three to some degree concluded that poetry’s concentration in the hands of specialists and the halls of academia was bad for the art form’s health.
Former poet laureate Hall, who published an essay called “Death to the Death of Poetry” in 1989, has heard it all before. “I’m 80 years old,” he says. “[For] 60 years I’ve been reading about poetry losing its audience.”
Despite what national surveys may suggest, and despite rumors of its demise, poetry seems likely to persist, in one form or another.
I’m going to risk the wrath of half the people I know and admit that I would like to see more of the poetry biz die out. There’s frankly too much junk out there, and too much pandering for audience, as if this were an ordinary exercise in market research rather than what it should be–an adventure into the heart of darkness or an adventure abandoned entirely. I cringe each April when I pass by bookstores displaying a half dozen “accessible” poets that the folks contriving National Poetry Month implore us to read. If those poets represent what poetry is supposed to be, then I don’t want any part of it. It cheapens what the handful of really great poets out there are doing. And I don’t mind that the part of the world that means so much to me seems to grow smaller; in part, I do this poetry thing because it’s hard, because there isn’t a single day that I don’t worry that what I mean to say will be impossible, that I will fail entirely. If all the neat little diddies that can be digested during commercial breaks fall outside the public’s radar, I’ll be the first to celebrate.
(And gee, if the above doesn’t make me sound like a snot, then I give up!)
VV, I could write the very same thing about the visual arts. I used to be so disturbed by bad paintings–and my guess is there are as many bad paintings out there as there are bad poems–that I had to make a concerted effort to avoid the galleries where encounters of the bad art kind were likely to happen. But a friend once helped me by telling me this: “When I see a bad painting I remind myself that there is a person who is trying to connect with visual language. That’s a brave and, dare I say it?, sacred gesture. So even if the results are poor and your eye is wounded by their effort, somewhere in that experience there is an energy that deserves to be honored. Art was attempted. There was a reaching out into that space in which you have spent your life laboring. So that’s what I think about rather than the failed results.”
My friend’s advice has helped me over the years even though I still protect myself against bad work out there. Which is, BTW, the size of an ocean. Just do a search on one of the multitude of art sites that will display the work of anybody who wants to put up some images. It’s like looking over the rubble of land fill for as far as the eye can see.
Snot? I don’t think I’d pick that particular word. But whatever it is called, I have it too.
Hmm…good vs bad poetry. I just started reading poetry and only know what resonates with me. I’m not sure if it is good or bad.
I feel only by reading whatever you can get your hands on can you hone into what speaks to you. How can you know what is good if you have never read anything bad? You always have the option of putting the poem down and walking away.
Very important point D. Thanks for keeping that in the mix of this discussion.
I think the reason people have always gravitated more to fiction is quite simple: it speaks their familiar language of sentences, dialogue, paragraphs. Poetry speaks in unfamiliar rules, with strangely broken up lines. Do I stop here? Do I keep going? What does this mean as a broken up phrase? It breaks all the rules of continuous speech and conveying of ideas we use every day. It’s spoken in Morse code, in the language of dream logic. Most people are not in touch with their subconscious minds and it is terrifying to go there. The best of poetry goes directly there, and so the best of poetry will never be attractive to “most people.” That is good. Aggressive education is good, but it has to be education of the heart and soul as well or it won’t work. I recently presented the previous poem Wait to a psychotherapy group of suicidal women. They were not poetry readers. Some were not readers at all. One of them read it out loud, reading it in the choppy start stop of the novice poetry reader. Did they get it? There was not a dry eye in the group. They will hold that poem dear. And it may save a life. Now that is the potential power of a poem placed just at the right time in just the right life.
QS your comment stopped me in my tracks. I’ve never thought about poetic form in the way you have presented it here. It is so simple to say it the way you have, but you have it on the essence for me. Thank you so much for the story about using Wait with suicidal patients. I am left feeling kind of…speechless. Which is a high compliment in my world where silence is a sign of wisdom, respect and/or just plain awe…
QS,
As a voluntary committed person as well as an involuntary committed person; Thank-you and thank-you for acknowledging, no one can dismiss or grade me on my experience with poetry. I love your explanation of the subconscious that can not be put in conventional language. I concur the heart and soul must be felt.