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I once counted Hart Crane among my dozen or so favorite American poets. Today I
pulled out my Complete Poems and Selected Letters and realized I no longer really
like Hart Crane's poetry...not even the hip-to-like Key West: An Island Sheaf.
Okay "Oh Carib Isle!" is one poem that still reads well. But it's all that
Baudelairean decadence set in a rather Conradian tropical setting that pulls that
one off, all those dark scintillations coming off his "Carbonic amulet / sere of
the sun exploded in the sea." Okay, it's more Rimbaudian than Baudelairean I
guess. Very much like Rimbaud's image of eternity as "the sea mixed with the sun."
(The "sun mixed with the sea" sounds a better translation to me, even if it's an
inversion.) And Crane does have that great image of the sea as "Samite sheeted and
processioned" (from "Voyages II").
And I suppose the pathos of "The Broken Tower" still resonates, if the poem on the
whole is a bit overwrought--a word that comes to mind for Crane's oeuvre in
general. Hoever, I can't deny that I find lines from that poem wholly memorable
and moving:
Crane (especially early Crane) is very French very often--bad French more often
than good French. If he had gone to the prose poetry form he might have really
exploded...if he had cast off the shackles of the metered line, since his skills
are amazingly forgetive. Iambic pentameter is heroin to Crane, however, and it's
what makes his vision so pale and sweaty...the clinging to verse tradition is
what's disgusting...like a French whore cuddling a poodle to prove she's well-
bred...
As a side note, check out Creeley's poem on Hart Crane (one of his very earliest
poems, I believe). It's very good....
All Crane's best poems are about the sea. Ironic, huh?
Okay, I still like portions of The Bridge. Probably because he stops writing verse
and actually begins writing poetry. There he sort of opens up the field of the
language some, and he is actually seeing the city and the country and the horrible
ideology of America and embracing the freedom that is allowable within this
superstructure...usually a freedom associated with violence...like war...or
madness.
I shouldn't blame it all on verse, as poets like Stevens or Marianne Moore were
able to be prosodic geniuses and still make their language both timely and
timeless. Many other Modernists did too of course.
But Hart Crane died a young man. He obviously had a lot of developing to do, much
invention in him. He seemed able to appreciate some forward-thinkers in the little
of his criticism we have....but he also hearkened back to poets like
Swinburne...one senses he knew how fey some of the poetry he admired (and that
influenced him) really was, but he couldn't really get past the cachet it held for
him. His work is very much in love with literary romanticism.
He was critically punished for his best work, The Bridge...and that's probably
what broke his spirit.
The imaginative language of the Bridge is often filled with these poetic
apostrophes (these "thee"s and "thou"s) which really impact negatively on the
work's reception...all that staginess, the self-consciousness of poetry as a
stage. He was very conscious of writing a "monumental" work and that isn't always
good. And I believe words exclusive to poetic diction like "levin" (Poe liked this
word for a lightning bolt too) grate the ear when heard against the sort of
forgetive skill which characterizes his best lines. These affectations tarnish
otherwise fine lines everywhere.
Compare how dated most of Crane is to one of his mentors who came quite some time
before him: Walt Whitman. Much of Whitman seems much less dated...many more of
Whitman's pages possess the twin virtues of timeliness and timelessness. Of
course, Whitman just took free verse for granted, which I think gave him more free
play from the start. Crane's work (think of his oft-anthologized imagistic "North
Labrador" from WB) is often just perfectly timely, and not much else. Poems like
"North Labrador" have not aged well at all. Again, it's the mannerisms and
affectations of the debut-de-siecle, heavy albatrosses, which sink the poem. If
you think about it, some literary devices--like apostrophe, addressing unliving
phenomena or abstract qualities--(as Hart addresses the landscape in "North
Labrador") have almost come to seem insurmountably silly to the modern reader or
listener. Literary apostrophe is an example of a device comedians instantly seize
upon to lampoon poets: "O Coffee Pot, shining resplendent upon yon kitchen
island..."
It's hard to imagine any poet pulling off literary apostrophe today, unless we're
talking humorous poetry.
Dada had certainly made its mark, but one senses Hart Crane was just a bit too
well brought-up for that. Which is a pity, but it made its strong impact on poets
who were going to be much more important in the long run, many of the major
Modernists.
He wrote his own epitaph in "At Melville's Tomb." The last line reads, "This
fabulous shadow only the sea keeps."
The man drowned himself in the wrong sea. He had so much more freedom to explore.
This piece originally appeared on my blog Joe Brainard's Pyjamas. Feel free to
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