The future of poetry

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2010/jun/18/the-future-of-poetry

Extract:

“The simplest and best answer I got at the event in Oxford was “for paying attention”. Judith Palmer, director of the Poetry Society, echoes that phrase. “One of the things poetry gives all of us is a way of developing an attentiveness to life, a way of observing the world, of noticing things and seeing them differently,” she says. A good poem looks closely at the world; does that Martian thing of trying to see it for the first time. Everything else – the emotional charge, the lyrical delight, the intellectual pleasure – is secondary.

The Hungarian-born poet George Szirtes, who teaches poetry at the University of East Anglia, says poems try to capture a reality that is deeper than language. “You’re trying to say: I know what this thing is called,” he says. “It’s called a chair, and that thing is a table. I’ve got this word ‘chair’ and I’ve got this word ‘table’, but there’s something peculiar about this chair and table which using the words chair and table will not actually convey.” Readers, he says, may race through novels because they want to know what happens, but they should look to inhabit poems. “Nobody reads a poem to find out what happens in the last line. They read the poem for the experience of travelling through it.”

I ask Szirtes whether he thinks “What is poetry for?” is a valid question. To my surprise – because plenty of poets think it’s an absurd question and that no art form should worry about its function – he believes it is far from academic. “It’s a question that does preoccupy you the longer you do it,” he says. “When you first do it, you never ask that question. But as time goes on, you begin to be conscious of it. My sense now is that when people begin to speak, when language develops, there are two essential instincts: one of the instincts says, ‘What is this?’; the other one says, ‘So what happens?’ So what happens is the beginning of syntax, of storytelling. The other feeling, where you are confronted by some aspect of reality for which language is always inadequate, is the instinct that goes into poetry.” Poetry, he suggests, “begins with a cry” – of anguish, fear or frustration. Szirtes quotes Emily Dickinson’s maxim that “a poem is a house that tries to be haunted”