On Robert Duncan–by Michael Palmer Essay, Research Paper

Let’s begin with the thought that Duncan, in his poetics,

embodies a series of paradoxes that at once reflect and reflect upon the

antecedent poetics of what he called his "modernist masters." Such paradoxes

were what struck me when I first encountered Duncan at the Vancouver Poetry Conference,

staged at the University of British Columbia in 1963. I had come to know Duncan’s work

initially through Donald Allen’s pathbreaking anthology, The New American Poetry,

then through The Opening of the Field, published by Grove Press in 1960 and

finally through a copy of the long out-of-print Poems 1948-49 which I’d

found on the back shelves of Gordon Cairnie’s Grolier Bookshop in Cambridge. I had

been greatly impressed by the exploratory audacity of the work, by the manipulation of

complex, resistant harmonies, and by the kinetic idea of what Duncan called

"composition by field," whereby all elements of the poem are potentially equally

active in the composition as "events" of the poem:

The artist, after Dante’s poetics, works with all parts of the poem as polysemous,

taking each thing of the composition as generative of meaning, a response to and a

contribution to the building form . . . . So the artist of abundancies delites in puns,

interlocking and separating figures, plays of things missing or things appearing "out

of order" that remind us that all orders have their justification in an order of

orders only our faith as we work addresses. Were all in harmony to our ears, we would

dwell in the dreadful smugness in which our mere human rationality relegates what it

cannot cope with to the "irrational," as if the totality of creation were

without ratios. (from Bending the Bow, Introduction, p.ix)

Statements such as this appeared to lay the ground for a prosody and poetics in radical

opposition to the institutionally dominant Anglo-American formalism of the time, to

propose a prosody and a poetics responsive to the most recent developments in music and

the visual arts, yet anchored, through Dante and many others to a "spirit of

romance" animating human history.

As an engaged, twenty-year old student of modernist principles, however, I was

disturbed by Duncan’s free use of ornament, of archaic diction and grandiose rhetoric, and

by the neoplatonic aura surrounding much of the work. (Such "disturbance" is an

intentional function of Duncan’s poetics as he challenges assumptions and boundaries both

to the right and to the left.) At Vancouver, in the freewheeling discussions with Denise

Levertov, Robert Creeley, Charles Olson and Margaret Avison, Duncan would continually

queer the pitch. Into a consideration of projective verse, he would introduce Mallarm?;

at the mention of Whitehead’s Process and Reality, he might offer Boehme, William

Carlos Williams, Edith Sitwell; to Ginsberg’s proposition of "spontaneous bop

prosody" he would counter with the "Law we are given to follow." Thus, even

among sympathetic peers (though Ginsberg and Duncan were not often in sympathy), Duncan

felt the need to assert the force of heretical opinion, which in turn for him was grounded

in the authority of timeless heretical gnosis. The poem was to stand as a

"grand collage," a constellation of myriad myths and voices from an eternal

counter-tradition, as well as of impulses, accidents and intrusions, disciplined and

informed by an attention to the poem’s ratios or measures. Into its field, "where

sympathies and aversions mingle," closed and open forms, harmonies and disharmonies,

the mythic and the mundane, the hieratic and the demotic, were to be equally welcomed.

Whence Pound’s plaint, during a visit by Duncan to St. Elizabeth’s, that Duncan had put

back in everything they had labored so long to take out.

Duncan’s project can be seen in part as an effort to make place once again for the

artifice, affect, and lore modernism had repressed. However, this was achieved not in

reaction against modernism (and certainly not for the sake of decor), but as an extension

of its exploratory impulse and a reading or revealing of its progressive, Romantic

philosophical and aesthetic origins.

Duncan interprets this Romantic impulse as an eternal one, alive in the perverse,

resistant voices of poets, but equally so in the syncretistic impulse of Hellinistic

philosophy, the songs of the Cathars, gnostic texts, Oz, Alice, Freud,

George MacDonald, George Herriman, and others. All are threads in the fabric of mythic

lore. "Myth," states Duncan at the beginning of The Truth and Life of Myth,

"is the story of what cannot be told, as mystery is the scene of what cannot be

revealed, and the mystic gnosis the thing known that cannot be known." At another

point he writes:

Myth, for Dante, for Shakespeare, for Milton, was the poet-lore handed down in the

tradition from poet to poet. It was the very matter of Poetry, the nature of the divine

world as poets had testified to it; the poetic piety of each poet, his acknowledgment of

what he had found true Poetry, worked to conserve that matter. And, for each, there was in

the form of their work–the literary vision, the play of actors upon the stage, and the

didactic epic–a kind of magic, for back of these forms we surmise distant origins in the

rituals toward ecstasy of earliest Man. Once the operations of their art began they were

transported from their sense of myth as literary element into the immediacy of the poem

where reality was mythological. (from The Truth and Life of Myth, p.39)

By implication, each poem comes in response to this Traditio and is a kind of

"listening in," as well as an ec-stasis or standing outside oneself. It

is in this sense that Duncan will refuse the claim of originality and insist that he is a

"derivative" poet, a poet of near infinite derivations. The statement is a

provocation–another assault on the Modernist credo–but it is also evidence of Duncan’s

subversive playfulness, and his delight in demolishing expectations. It would be difficult

to imagine a more willfully idiosyncratic position for such a poet at such a time. Yet it

is grounded, ultimately, and perhaps once again paradoxically, in his conviction regarding

poetry’s responsibility toward and derivation from the immediate world, that is, a world

of multiple immediacies, socio-political, sexual, psychic and imaginal.

Robert Duncan grew up, the adopted son of a theosophical family, in the town of

Bakersfield, California. As Michael Davidson has noted in his book, The San Francisco

Renaissance, the interpretive methods of theosophical reading of both text and world

deeply influenced the poet’s sense of the ways meanings inhere and things correspond:

This charged, participatory act of reading gains definition through contemporary

theories of "open field verse," to be sure, but for Duncan its origins can be

found in the theosophical tradition that he inherited from his adopted family. For his

parents, "the truth of things was esoteric (locked inside) or occult (masked by) the

apparent . . . ." Within this environment every event was significant as an element

in a larger, cosmological scheme. Although Duncan has never practised within any

theosophical religion, he has easily translated its terms into works like Freud’s

Interpretation of Dreams . . . Within both theosophical and Freudian hermeneutics,

story is not simply a diversion or fiction, but an "everlasting omen of what

is." (from The San Francisco Renaissance, p.132)

This childhood also brought Duncan early knowledge of his homosexuality, which would

play a central role in articulating the complex thematics of his work. Long before it was

safe to do so, Duncan "came out" in both his personal and public lives. In 1944,

Dwight Macdonald’s Politics published Duncan’s still-controversial article,

"The Homosexual in Society." This caused John Crowe Ransom to withdraw Duncan’s

"African Elegy" from its scheduled publication in the Kenyon Review.

Many lines of battle were being drawn at once.

My own friendship with Duncan, and with his companion, the painter Jess, dates from the

early 1970’s. By then the days of the Berkeley Renaissance, with its youthful community

around Duncan, Jack Spicer and Robin Blaser, and the latter days of the much more public

San Francisco Renaissance, were over. Jack Spicer had died in 1965. Robin Blaser had moved

to Vancouver, where his work in poetry and poetics continued to thrive and deepen. Robert

became the central figure in a new, activist poetic community that would emerge in part

from the New College of California Poetics Program, of which he was the head. He taught as

he spoke as he wrote, leading students on a wild, non-linear ride "in search of the

subject." He was much the same in personal conversation, insistently enthusiastic,

combative, heuristic, making associational leaps and challenging you to follow across the

open field and, at times, through the dark wood. He waged, intermittently, a visceral, not

always coherent battle against the Language Poets, suspecting them of hidden orthodoxies

and of repressing the dimension of Spirit, with that troublesome, rebarbative capital

letter. The last afternoon I visited him, the day before his death in 1988, I mentioned

that my daughter and I were reading the third volume of the Oz tales together. He paused

for a moment, then his face lit up, "Oh! The one with the heads!"

Originally published in American Poet (Spring 1997) Copyright ? 1997 by

Michael Palmer. Online

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