Neo-Barroco, the Missing Group of the New American Poetry

Abstract

The New American Poetry anthology delineated “schools” of North American poetry which have become seminal: The Black Mountain School (Charles Olson, Robert Creeley, Denise Levertov), the New York School (John Ashbery, Barbara Guest, Frank O’Hara), the San Francisco Renaissance (Robert Duncan, Robin Blaser, Jack Spicer), and the Beats (Allen Ginsberg, Gary Snyder, Michael McClure). The word seminal is used in a traditional way, from the root: “of seed or semen … full of possibilities”, but here also because the work is dominated by men and the omission of poets like Diane di Prima and Joanne Kyger seems especially egregious now. As compared to the whiteness of academic verse of the time, the New American Poetry was radical and more diverse, but could be seen as quite inadequate in those aspects from a contemporary perspective. Of course culture must always be judged in proper context, including its era and the anthology has had a powerful impact on the poetry of the continent from which it came. This paper posits that The New American Poetry, had it looked even slightly off the shore of North America, could have included the Neo-Barroco school of Latin American poetry. The affinities are almost endless and the limited scope of even the most radical poets of the post-war generation is exposed.

1. The Neo-Barroco

Perhaps the premier living practitioner of the neo-barroco (and of the penchant for parenthesis) is Cuban-American Jose Kozer, though he does not consider himself to be an American poet. (Surely not an USA in the parlance of George Bowering.) Kozer only writes in Spanish and, as such, has guaranteed his own marginalization in the U.S. Yet, in Latin American letters his influence is substantial. He gives Norte Americanos a sense of what’s involved in the literary movement he’s been part of:

I see two basic lines in today’s Latin American poetry. One is a thin line, the other thick. The geometry of the thin is linear, its expression familiar, colloquial. The geometry of the thick is prismatic, convoluted, its expression turbulent and dense. The first line I associate more with American and the more traditional Latin American poetry, aspects of its already assimilated Avant-garde included. I associate this line with say, Robert Lowell, a certain pellucid Eliot, or the work of Elizabeth Bishop. The second line, meaning the thick line, I associate with international poetry, a stronger converging and diversity, indeed more opaque, but in spite of thickness more encompassing. This international poetry includes aspects of 20th Century American poetry, as well as a basic source rooted in the Spanish Golden Century Baroque, Góngora and Quevedo above all….

(Kozer 2010)

Kozer would add a “sprinkling of the English Metaphysical poets”, Stéphane Mallarmé, Ezra Pound, Louis Zukofsky, Charles Olson and John Berryman, as well as examples in music including John Cage, Philip Glass and the French Catholic mystic composer Olivier Messiaen. That he calls work of the “thick” poets from the U.S. “international poetry” shows that the avant garde in North America has more in common with the international avant garde and not the “thin” poets he notes, nor those of that lineage which includes a gigantic swath of the new MFA/workshop poetry where thousands of graduates are sent off into the poetry world in search of a poetics which is also a cosmology, as it was for Olson, Duncan and many of the New Americans and those who have worked in that vein.

Kozer’s collaborator in an influential neo-barroco poetry anthology entitled Medusario was Roberto Echaverren. In an essay published in S/N New World Poetics, Echavarren says of the Neo-Barroco:

The long baroque poetical sentences, full of parenthesis, subordinate clauses, rambling digressions, attempts to grasp disparate levels of meaning, different fields of knowledge, a multipolar reality, as if poetry was the place for the synthetic articulation of them all, in the most plausible manner of true thought

(Echavarren 2010).

It’s my feeling that the mind, more accurately, works in this manner, so the neo-baroque approach allows one to close the distance in the moment of composition and with the reader/listener. (“The most plausible manner of true thought” indeed.) It too, is open. Unfortunately, the training we usually get as poets, or as students of poetry, is the opposite, making the neo-baroque poem seem odd and difficult. What is difficult is the surrender to the logic of the individual poem, or poet. Convention prohibits this. MFA poetry workshops bristle at this. The New Americans were interested in closing the distance between, as Olson put it, the energy that propelled the poem into being and the poem itself and used the phrase “high energy construct” to describe the projective poem. Adjectives and similes create distance from that source of energy and, like abstractions and generalizations, must be earned, Olson’s mentor Ezra Pound argued. The neo-barroco equivalent would come from Vicente Huidobro, a forerunner to the Neo-Barrocans equal to Pound’s influence on the New Americans, and his assertion: “El adjetivo cuando no da vida mata.” (When the adjective does not give, life it kills).

2. Make It True Meets Medusario (Current Neobarrocans)

In 2019 I had the great pleasure of co-editing a poetry anthology with José Kozer and Thomas Walton. Make it True meets Medusario is book featured poets from the Cascadia bioregion, where I live, and poets from the Neo-Barroco school. Kozer curated the Spanish language poets and Walton and I, the English. The Neo-Barrocans featured were Eduardo Espina, Roberto Echavarren, Pedro Marqués de Armas, Kozer, Tamara Kamenzain, Soleida Rios, Roger Santiváñez, Raúl Zurita, Néstor Perlongher, Carmen Berenguer, Maurizio Medo, Raynaldo Jiménez.

In his perceptive and articulate introduction to the anthology, Matt Trease notes the dearth of the work of neo-barroco poets available in English and that Medusario was akin to the New American Poetry in the way it established a potential lineage that included:

…much of the poly-vocal and paratactic experiments of high Modernism along with the meter and imagery of English Metaphysical poets and the bards of the Spanish Golden Century Baroque

(Trease 2019).

As you can imagine, resistance was quite the topic amongst poets of the time of Trump era, with USAmericans getting their first taste of the actions of a would-be caudillo. Trease notes that while that resistance to colonialism, imperialism, capitalist exploitation of the planet and patriarchal authoritarianism is often clear in the anthology, at other times it is presented as shadow-boxing, “favoring evasiveness, irony, poly-vocality and elasticity over direct confrontation”. In Kozer’s words the obscure “can be an instrument for understanding the spiritual”.

The didactic and rhetorical is favored by the thin stream of poetry of the Western Hemisphere, but the Neo-Barrocans are drawn to more open approaches.

3. Open vs. Closed

While one can understand the moved toward the closed being the case in the United States, what with declines in literacy and critical thinking among the demands of capitalism and empire, the “difficulty” of the neo-baroque also existed in Cuba, as will be noted in a moment. It’s human nature to want to understand; to make meaning out of anything; to create a narrative; to not feel like we are not in on the joke, or the poem or the consensus.

Unfortunately, as the New Americans knew, as the Neo-Barrocans know, the need to understand, the absence of negative capability, the closed, is the road to entropy and not their intended destination. William Carlos Williams said: “there is no poetry of distinction without formal invention”. Poem as act of discovery. “Form is never more than a revelation of content” is how Denise Levertov put it and for the New Americans and the Neo-Barrocans, this is the gospel. This is the energy that animates. For Michael McClure, each poem: “is a kind of a spiritual challenge and… adventure of… consciousness… a very sweet possibility of taking a trip through experience that I’ve never taken before” (McClure 2018).

“Open” in New American Poetry parlance becomes “thick” for Kozer and “closed”, “thin”. But the impulse is very similar and Olson is noted by Kozer. And while the poetry of Olson, Duncan and other New American Poets was dense, that of Kozer and the Neo-Barrocans is also dense and also finds in their lineage an Olson-like figure in the Cuban poet José Lezama Lima.

Lezama elaborated in his poetry, essays and novels a complex baroque syntax and deployed learned realms of the “image” his own term), a second degree mimesis articulated by metaphors and double meaning

(Echavarren 2010).

Lezama’s famous quote is: “only the difficult is stimulating”.

From the poem Thoughts in Habana (1949)

(Lezama Lima 2005, p. 22)

The forest, breathed upon,

releases the hummingbird of the instant

and the old moldings.

Our wood is a toy ox;

the city stats is today the state and a small forest.

The guest breathes upon the horse and the rains, too.

The horse rubs its muzzle and its tail over the harmonium of the

forest;

the naked man intones his own poverty,

the colibrí stains and pierces him.

My soul is not in an ashtray.

From that same collection, in an interview conducted by Armando Alvarez Bravo in 1964, Lezama is asked about the difficulty of his poetry and Lezama responds:

I do not think that the contemplation of my poetry offers at present a greater difficulty than that offered by the contemplation of any other poetic prism. It is true that our romantic and later our fin de-siècle poetry had no elements that could be considered enigmatic. But this fact cannot serve to join together, as is customary, the concepts of the enigmatic and the obscure. These two concepts are not necessarily tangent. Once I was told that Góngora was a poet who made clear things obscure and that I, on the contrary, was a poet who made obscure things clear, obvious, radiant. I have stressed the fact that it was among medieval minstrels that the trobar clus appeared, these being the minstrels who produced obscure poetry. Thus we see that even minstrelsy, which by definition was simple, had nothing to do with clarity, since already among the minstrels there were some who produced obscure or hermetic poetry. And in Nordic countries there were kings who were skalds that in their own palaces cultivated obscure poetry, just as there were kings who performed as buffoons in their own courts. The verses of the skalds were always nebulous and difficult to understand

(Lezama Lima 2005, pp. 122, 123).

The prose poem is one method used by poets allied with the approaches outlined in the New American and Neo-Barrocans. A method used to break way past the old forms, to follow form as a revelation of content, as Levertov would put it. So much of the North American MFA poetry, the thin descendants of the closed form poets of the mid-20th century and their cousins the free verse poets whose poetry when linebreaks are removed looks like the mediocre prose Pound warned would not fool anyone, but has. See what Neo-Barrocan Raúl Zurita does with the prose poem:

Letter to the Living

For Valerie Mejer

My love is happy because we are alive. Once again she laughs and

hugs me and says North America is a daydream and South America is a nightdream and then tells me she dreamed about my body being

dragged by the current crashing down against the river rocks. When she saw her my mother asked if this was my girl and then turning asked: “But where are this country’s ships?” The men answered shyly and one of them told her: “Ain’t never been ships in this country”, but she was no longer listening, she only addressed me, only to me did she speak. The younger ones hid their laughter as if the elders did not understand much about what was going on, but she said: “I have never felt so young”. My love then told me that she had seen the countries; that Americans from the south and from the north passed each other like soap bubbles in the air and then they arrive. Then I thought, countries must be just like oneself and I talked a lot but it was like talking to the whole earth and I felt such happiness oh yes, brother river, sister clouds…

Dear Manhattan, beloved brown plains, that is why the youngsters arrived metamorphosing themselves by night and during the day they were plains of grass crossing the new New-American dream. Yes palomitai, like stubborn relatives they were all getting together, young Cambas, Mexicas and cajoling Chileans, and in the dream the torrent was descending breaking my flesh swollen by pure love. Yes, happily I said I am going with my living girl beyond the end. The teenagers traverse the night creating like countries on the rise…

The referenced “New-American dream” (almost typed “dread”) can be seen not as a nod to the New American poets I’ve been writing of, but about that American Dream lost to the demands of a neo-liberal culture is one take on this poem. A kind of culture the New American Poets railed against. (I think of Robert Duncan’s defense of the commons.) Notice also the echoes of the disappearances from the era of the Pinochet regime, the tension between indigenous lifeways and that of the descendants of settlers, the disconnection from nature and the inherent interconnection of all living things, all related in the shadow-boxing manner Trease referenced.

Kozer, like many of the New Americans (Snyder, Ginsberg, McClure, Philip Whalen, di Prima and others) also looks to Asian wisdom cultures for guidance in a culture entranced by the material life force, as in this poem from Tokonoma, a paean to Japanese culture. From that book, and Peter Boyle’s expert translation, there is one of the poems entitled “Meditation” (Kozer 2014). (Try reassembling this into prose blocks),

With the utmost care I place a few ounces of rice in

the clay pot. And with

care and attention I

boil water (circumcised) a pinch of salt.

Gram by gram my flesh flows reciprocally off its skeleton,

the shape remains (I

see it) rags of fish

are cawing like crows

in the branches of

a willow tree, virgin

pieces of a bird in a

stampede (smooth)

smooth in far off

waters.

A permanent state of insatiability, there is no calm:

what is far off (far

off) burns, punishes,

an immediate

arithmetic brands me

with its welts, wombs

in the shape of old

vessels, veins, stand out

on my legs: upholding

the heights, the sky a

heavy etching they

bear the weight of:

I’m not iron, and the

vegetation throbs

(spreads) along my

thighs, becomes

stagnant puddles.

The air a heavy piece pressing down, why bother standing up,

you’re under it.

I’m precise, I have outdone

myself: I know with

certainty the size of

what’s necessary for

our (virulent) general needs.

I know it and spill out.

I have an idiot eye. My vena cava of copper or

plastic. Bags under my

eyes a shiny jet-black

from staring through

the sleep in them…

Of course Kozer’s self-effacing humor mixed with his genuine appreciation for Japanese cosmology and the sacred nature of how he approaches the dailiness and old age. Born in 1940, a generation after The New Americans, he could have fit nicely into the New American Poetry’s Neo-Barroco chapter had there been one.

Satori

Overnight

my pubic hair

white.

And also:

Wo

The philosopher Mo Tse teaches: refuting me is like

firing eggs at a rock.

You can use up all the eggs but the rock remains unharmed.

The philosopher Wo uses up all the eggs of the world

against a rock

and conquers it.

First, to make the rock memorable.

Second, because in the future, given its

excess yellowness,

whoever approaches

the rock confuses the

moon and horses.

And third, even more importantly: one verdict

acts on another

verdict,

cancels the obsession of its words.

Compare that with Diane di Prima’s famous poem Rant

(di Prima 1990):

There is no way out of a spiritual battle

There is no way you can avoid taking sides

There is no way you can not have a poetics

no matter what you do: plumber, baker, teacher

you do it in the consciousness of making

or not making yr world

you have a poetics: you step into the world

like a suit of readymade clothes

or you etch in light

your firmament spills into the shape of your room

the shape of the poem, of yr body, of yr loves

A woman’s life/a man’s life is an allegory

Dig it

There is no way out of the spiritual battle

the war is the war against the imagination

you can’t sign up as a conscientious objector

the war of the worlds hangs here, right now,

in the balance

it is a war for this world, to keep it

a vale of soul-making

the taste in all our mouths is the taste of power

and it is bitter as death

bring yr self home to yrself, enter the garden

the guy at the gate w/the flaming sword is yrself

Buddhists will recognize the allusion to Mañjuśhrī, one of the most significant bodhisattvas in Buddhist lore. This does not suggest the New Americans and the Neo-Barrocans are the only poets who have leaned on Buddhism, but the New Americans opened the door for it in North America and they and the Neo-Barrocans have a sense of the wild mind to which a successful Buddhist practice leads. An ancient forest (thick) not a (thin) garden where poems are arrayed in rows like potatoes, Duncan quipped, or McClure after him, comparing typical, left-margin justified verse to a lawnmower that trims the grass of the well-maintained suburban chemical lawn.

While not everyone has discovered Buddhism or started a meditation practice, the old gods are surely failing for Neo-Barrocans as they are for just about everyone else. Case in point Carmen Berenguer’s poem “Terrible Memory of My Untangled Hairdo” (Berenguer et al. 2019),

With my hands I split my hair into four equal

parts I noticed the ends were burnt

with scissors I trimmed them remembering the neighborhood hairdresser

I divided my head into three parts the first one I untangled

with the comb making a steep rise on top

straightened some strands to cover the tangled mop

while I was disentangling random images appeared from when

they pulled at my hair

at the downtown hair salons but the most important hairdo

that made my eyelashes quiver was the one in the scene with

Sophia and Marcello while she waited for him she tried to comfort

the mother of the boy who did not want to become a priest because he

no longer loved god he loved the goddess next door the Loren who greeted her

fetishist lover I did so much untangling that when I looked

in the mirror there was a three-layer cake illuminating the room

with my borrowed macramé dress to

dress a bride.

Buddhism, density, a desire to close the distance and not worry about syntax, as Olson argued: “that the conventions which logic has forced on syntax must be broken open…” and many other affinities await those looking to bridge poetry divides, or at least find affinities for a wild literature that would rather wrestle with a demon for duende than petition a benevolent muse and her tidy suburban lawn verse.