By Robert Giannetti and Tom Trainor
I think it’s remarkable to note that the visual art of prior times, or I should say prior to the time of dominant abstraction, gave us a picture of what everyday life was like in the time and milieu in which it was created. I’m thinking especially of Dutch art of the 17th century where the black and white flooring tiles appear, the small leaded glass window panes with shafts of light streaming into the tidy rooms, the dress of the people — women in white starched bonnets, the men with tall black pointed hats, and so many other little details that can be easily recognized, even recreated in cinema to give a verisimilitude to the setting and action of a narrative. I think it will be difficult in times forward, as we move more and more to virtuality in life and extreme abstraction in art, to re-create the real world look and feel of our fast moving times.
Tomorrow’s art may surrender entirely the look and feel of the real world to the glut of random and uncurated photography so characteristic of the ephemeral postings on the Internet, which tell artlessly the story of a material culture as evanescent as the packaging that takes consumer goods from place to place and is then discarded and forgotten.
In Bob’s comments above he talks about the evolution of art as moving from a “realistic” basis toward an “abstract” one and also toward the telling of an “artless story of a material culture”. I’ll first address the contention that art is becoming ever more abstract.
If “abstract” is defined as art that does not attempt to represent an accurate depiction of a visual reality but instead uses shapes, colors, forms and gestural marks to achieve its effect (from the Tate Gallery website) then my only comment is that an embrace or rejection of it is a matter of personal taste. I think it’s hard to say that extreme abstraction is the inevitable outcome of all current art trends. If however abstraction is meant to say that art can now be created in or delivered by a media that is not always “organic” or “analog” then I’d certainly agree. There are many new ways to make art of all sorts and to distribute these in new, inexpensive (and often digital) ways. If the “abstract” description means that the new art is somehow no longer closely related to human experience then I’d completely disagree.
Bob mentions the paintings of the 17th Century, but one has to remember that the canvas did not become an acceptable media for art until the 16th Century. Prior to that, DaVinci sketched on paper and cave people on stone walls. Nobody could reasonably argue that works in these media are not also legitimate art. The same can be said for cinema which was a technological innovation unimaginable to Rembrandt. The new media of the digital realm and the “DIY” ethos that now pervades art and music have afforded access for everyone. So many artists of the epoch that Bob described needed benefactors. And thus their primary audiences weren’t often the hoi polloi.
Bob also talks about “virtuality” and this march from the cave to the canvas to the computer is surely leading there. This can’t be stopped and it’s not right or wrong: it’s a natural evolution. We can think of Augmented Reality in which a free cell phone application allows us to animate “The Great Wave off Kanagawa” or digital tools that can assist people with visual impairments to fully appreciate a range of artworks. Virtual Reality, or the ability to create entire new worlds from digital content will offer a currently inconceivable realm of experiences for the masses. We are in the nascent stages of this but it’s embraced as legitimate by such venerable institutions as our local Albright Knox Art Gallery and NYC’s Museum of Modern Art. If you like abstract art…touring The Factory with a virtual Andy Warhol or looking over Jackson Pollack’s shoulder as he spatters paint in a Long Island barn…these experiences will soon be tailored for you alone. You might even spend an afternoon watching the sun stream through leaded glass windows in the tiled Dutch room that Bob describes.
In his last paragraph Bob makes a logical leap that I can’t. To wit: that this natural technological progression will “artlessly” deliver "evanescent” consumer goods, services and culture. Implied here is that these would be ethereal, vacuous and lacking the substance to endure. I disagree. I think that art (and in particular great art) will do what it has done for centuries regardless of the means of production or of delivery: to illuminate and share the full range of the human condition.
By Robert Giannetti and Tom Trainor
There is lots of talk in the media right now about how unprecedented the situation of isolation is. This as a result of the social distancing mandated in the effort to defeat the Coronavirus pandemic. One has to realize that the fact of isolation has always been a part of the human experience when confronted with rampant illnesses and epidemics.
Self-isolating avoidance of the afflicted carriers of real or imagined contagion has always been humankind’s way of dealing with pestilence, whether in the form of leprosy, bubonic plague, the Spanish flu, polio, cholera, tuberculosis, or insanity. With nearly all these terrible afflictions there were periods of time throughout history when little was known about the causes of these diseases or how to treat and eradicate them. The tried and true approach was most often to stay away from the afflicted if one could. If one had sufficient means to retreat to a villa in the countryside, for instance, one might avoid the people who suffered from the plague back in the crowded cities. In the 14th Century writer Boccaccio’s work, The Decameron, those isolating themselves in their countryside villa whiled away their time by telling stories to one another.
More recently many can recall parents’ admonitions to their children to stay away from swimming pools in areas where polio raged. Social distancing is today’s strategy of avoiding infection of the novel Coronavirus . We know a lot more about the cause of this affliction than was the case with previous diseases and will one day surely develop an effective vaccine to treat it. But for now we need to keep our distance from one another with a time honored human response. History does not exactly repeat itself but it certainly rhymes. So, what we are experiencing now may be unique in degree but not in kind.
Let us not give unmerited distinction to this deplorable event by characterizing it as unique in human history. We have been here before and some future malady will bring us back again. It is the fate of humankind to be beset by such afflictions as it is the inherent nature of our ingenuity to find a way forward. There is nothing new under the sun. Life is suffering in varying kinds and degrees, and how we think about it matters in how we deal with its psychological effects.
I’m struck by two thoughts in the final line in the concluding paragraph above. The first is almost verbatim the words that the Buddha uttered more than two thousand years ago. His response to the universality of human suffering was the Noble Eight-Fold Path which emphasized “Right Understanding”, “Right Thought”, "Right Speech", “Right Action”, etc. There are three themes into which the Path is divided: good moral conduct, meditation and mental development, and wisdom or insight.
Bob’s essay talks about the need to have a global or macro view of our history and our culture. The last sentence states that how we think about these issues will dictate the quality of our mental health. So how should we interpret these events ? And how do we find the will to persevere?
A friend of mine works as a teacher to a difficult inner city high school population. He told me of the challenges of his work. I observed that he is fighting massive and institutionalized issues of racism, poverty, family dysfunction… But I further noted that he’s just one soldier and has limited resources. I suggested that he look for the “little victories”, that he perhaps “drill down” to a micro level in order to manage his expectations and see his successes. The Buddha also taught that even the smallest tasks (like now washing our hands) can be made into a prayer. And that all things can be made sacred.
My friend remembered the Christian tradition established by St. Therese of Lisieux who described “The Little Way”. St. Therese suffered greatly from tuberculosis (the scourge of her day) and she cited the technology of her time (the “lift” or elevator) as she described her worship: “We live in an age of inventions; nowadays the rich need not trouble to climb the stairs, they have lifts instead …I am too tiny to climb the steep stairway of perfection….I must remain little, I must become still less.”
A tough time can offer an opportunity to introspect or “reboot”. Certainly we need to find a way to work and to pay our bills and to take care of our home and family. But a new and unexpected pandemic has abruptly given us pause. In our lifetimes there hasn’t been a comparable event allowing for the sort of thinking that the Buddha or St. Therese describe. How frantic we all have become.
The “Great Isolation". The great yearning of humans for contact with one another. Throughout social media are shared videos of a Nessun Dorma rising from Italian balconies. Distant librarians read to children secluded in their homes. Familiar board games are played by families in the digital glow of online living rooms. The need for “connectedness” and the search for meaning in our lives are universal truths. Maybe we can thrive in this time of plague by being mindful of so many small links in the chains that bind us together.
Posted on September 27, 2011 by adminThis address was originally given in Poland in conjunction with my participation in the 32nd November of Poetry in 2009. After my return I gave a poetry reading and book signing at The Poetry Collection of the University at Buffalo in February 2010, and I delivered this address again at that time.
The Decline of the Universal and the
Challenge to 21st Century Life and Art
by Robert M. Giannetti
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It is inevitable that the wind
whip up poetry,
that the rising sun raise
demands for drama,
that the day pulse
with sudden meaning,
that silent surges of energy
from unknown sources
stir consciousness and expression.
My feet planted on the ground
are part of the same body
in a burst of motion
can reach upward and outward
into the limitless expanse
beyond my fingertips, into
a space felt but unseen,
connecting with other motions and forces
in the fullness of time and space.
These lines, now freed from my consciousness,
at some unexpected time and place
upon this page you turned
with your own hand.
It is a greeting, not to be seen
only as cast in my words,
but felt, in the fluid passage
of this and every moment,
as a force flowing
in a dimension
all its own –
connecting me to you, one to all,
through vast undulating waves,
loose binding bands
weaving through a universe
both as real and as insubstantial
as the solid earth I press beneath my feet
and the inviting space my fingers feel
as my hand is extended to you.
From Drawn by the Creek, 2003
It is truly a pleasure to address you today.
I have chosen to talk to you about a deeply troubling phenomenon affecting American culture and, by reason of America’s economic and technological reach, the rest of the world. I am deeply troubled by a culture that makes it harder and harder to connect with people on a basic human level, a culture that separates us from the pleasures that make us distinctly human, a culture that exalts the virtual over the tactile, a culture that diminishes the value of reality itself.
I have an immense dismay when I consider the extent to which the consuming economic juggernaut has relentlessly gone about seizing and privatizing nearly everything in its reach, creating a new feudal order of corporate royalty at the expense of present-day serfs in bondage to their credit cards. Life has suffered. Art has suffered. Our noblest esthetic impulses and aspirations, the quality of our education, our common heritage as citizens of the planet have all been beset by separatist tendencies of one form or another, dividing up and packaging what is universal in the human experience into narrowly focused special interests. It is a process driven by prevailing economic and technological forces, forces that cast deepening shadows of factionalism and strife over our outlook for the future.
As a student of language and literature I am compelled to ask whether all I want to say about this subject can be approached frontally in prose, or whether the indirect approach of poetry may be the more powerful one. I will hedge my bets by giving you some poetry in this address as well as prose. The syntactical requirements of discursive argument in prose subject one to deconstructive analysis as surely as simple trust in the truism that seeing is believing. Case in point: the 1992 trial of an entire group of Los Angeles policemen accused of viciously beating without due provocation a black man (Rodney King) at the end of a car chase. King was being pursued by the police following a traffic violation. A witness at the scene captured the event on videotape, which was entered in evidence and viewed by the jury. To the prosecution, the action clearly showed the intent of the police and the needless brutality they exercised in apprehending Mr. King. The defense attorneys deconstructed the tape frame by frame however, and their close analysis of the parts, denying the self-evident character of the whole, concluded that King provided sufficient provocation for the beating in resisting the officers’ efforts to subdue him. The jury agreed, the officers were acquitted and the black community of Los Angeles erupted into riot. The point of this story for our purpose here is that the slow and laborious process of logical prose can often not communicate the larger overall impact of what poetry can, in presenting rather than analyzing a phenomenon. Poetry, for me, deals in the gestalt. It recreates the vibrancy of reality, the whole experience of the event to the extent its author sees it. It does not deconstruct a phenomenon through fragmentary analysis of its parts. So, on to the topic at hand.
So many aspects of living our lives in the 21st Century are the fallout of a nuclear explosion of specialist taxonomies. Medicine has devolved into specialties – eye doctors, ear-nose-and-throat specialists, cardiologists, orthopedists, podiatrists, and many more. Even so-called holistic medicine is but another specialty. In academe, universality –our shared human condition—is continually being deconstructed and our language subjected to specialist taxonomies and ideologies. Jacques Derrida has even been able to convince many of our modern language departments that our ability to find meaning in language itself is only a fragmented and transitory illusion and adherents to this viewpoint expend all their energies endlessly demonstrating just that. Our electronic media, which Marshall McLuhan told us back in the optimistic Sixties would unite us in a global village of world understanding, now serve more readily to separate us. The Internet and television deliver a Babel of different voices giving anyone exactly what he or she wants to see and hear, most of it partisan opinion rather than fact. Even to try to get the basic news of the day, we can seldom view any reportage as giving the whole picture without some form of bias that needs to be sorted out before we can understand the “real” story. The sense of trust and authenticity engendered by an Edward R. Morrow or a Walter Cronkite are long gone. In their place we have a multitude of commentators, each needing to be given “equal time” by those news outlets purporting to be fair and unbiased. Fine as far as it goes, but in giving everyone a fair chance to be heard, regardless of reputation or credentials, we have all but lost a more traditional respect for the objectivity of research and soundness of reasoning, attributes we used to associate with a good education and relevant experience. On balance, I do not feel the electronic media have fostered respect for the values of truth and authenticity, much less inculcated a sense of how to recognize them in the first place. They have engendered more separatism than universality in our world view, so much of what we encounter being the cant of special interests and marketplace forces. Dealing with all of this on a daily basis tends to consume our time and keep us from more important things in life.
What are those more important things in life? History is always a good teacher, and life in past eras often provides a better mirror in which to see and understand ourselves than simply looking at reflections of our own preoccupations today. In Netherlandish visual art of the 17th Century there was considerable interest in what was called “vanitas painting,” which characteristically depicted still life scenes with eschatological import, mostly table settings on which certain objects were displayed and arranged to make a symbolic statement. One from 1627 by Pieter Claesz, entitled “Still Life with Lighted Candle,” is particularly memorable. On a dimly-lit draped table are arranged a candle (burned nearly to its end), a roemer wine glass half full, two closed leather-bound books, one open book with a pair of eyeglasses resting on top, and a candle snuffer. The scene suggests that this table was just left by someone, probably an educated reader or writer, and that it is uncertain whether he or she may be coming back to finish whatever was left of the wine or the book before the candle burns down to its end or needs to be snuffed out. The joys of life – love of learning, the pleasures of wine — are certainly there, but the painting suggests the trappings of classical and medieval meditations on the brevity of life and the vanity of thinking there will ever be world enough and time to do everything we might ever wish to do. It is a memento mori that accommodates both pagan classical and Christian possibilities for response. A 17th Century viewer would have immediately grasped the symbolic values and the sweep of historical tradition inherent in the scene. The 17th Century viewer would also have derived some comfort and pleasure in viewing familiar objects of the world about him invested with an appealing visual realism, and admired the skill of the individual artist who created the composition.
Today we need the benefit of a good education to engage this painting. The material culture of our world is different. Were there any interest in doing so today, what might we include on a 21st Century vanitas table? Well, how about setting upon it a cell phone, a Blue Tooth, an iPod, a Blackberry, an open lap top, a digital camera, a Kindle, an iPad. Truly these objects have something to say about the vanity of human wishes in their vain attempt to capture everything imaginable and to contain it in as compact a form as possible. The irony is that in themselves these objects are inert and unusable. They need to be powered on and they need to have invisible software loaded into them. And what they will come to contain once they are booted up will be nothing real. It will all be virtual reality, and the outer containers housing the software subject to such rapid design change that they may even cease to be universally recognizable material objects a generation from now.
21st Century vanitas, to be sure. And none of the material objects on this contemporary Table with Cyber Life will connect us in a self- evident, sensate fashion to esthetic and philosophical tradition as does the 17th Century “Still Life with Lighted Candle.” But we could add one other object to our contemporary vanitas table, perhaps thereby injecting a bit of parallelism with the 17th Century burning candle. Let that object be a digital clock. Let us power up that object to display the time. Any time would do, but let us make it 11:55 PM for the sake of a parallel dramatic effect. One other visual element we might add would be a piece of printed text. Many of the 17th Century vanitas still life paintings that included images of books also displayed readable excerpts of bits of text printed on the page to which the book was opened. Setting the scene in this way I am put in mind of a poem I once wrote, which we may cast as a lone leaf of yellowed and rumpled paper on the modern table of vanities. I will quote that poem here:
Who looks at wall calendars anymore?
Digital clocks do not need to tick.
We’ve lost something
of the shape and sound of time,
the stretch of our vision
beyond the bound numbers
on insubstantial displays
lit by the power
that charges reality
with a bright and blinding glow.
but we’ve forgotten what it is.
From Drawn by the Creek, 2003
It would be an endless subject of debate to determine whether the revered modern artist Andy Warhol knew what was lost or whether he was simply focused on applying the subjects and techniques of commercial design to high art. In his contemporary still-life images, the point he was apparently trying to make was made endlessly, time after time giving us repetitively silk-screened images of identical commercial products such as the ubiquitous Campbell’s Soup cans we see lined up on supermarket shelves. Certainly the philosophical point is well taken, but again, how many times do we have to be subjected to its reiteration in visually numbing images? Warhol, as so many other contemporary artists, seem bent on punishing our sensibilities in their merciless reiteration of unappealing graphic visualizations of their private intellectual realizations.
Warhol’s background in commercial design, however, and his appropriation of the visual imagery of consumer products bring us to one of the underlying major challenges facing life and art in the 21st Century — the consuming nature of corporatism. It is a truism that the profit motive is the sole purpose of business, but the reach of business today into every aspect of our lives and the power it exercises by reason of its technological capabilities is unprecedented. As a contemporary social critic, Chris Hedges, has said recently: “Corporations are ubiquitous parts of our lives, and those that own them and run them want them to remain that way. We eat corporate food. We buy corporate clothes. We drive in corporate cars. We buy our fuel from corporations. We borrow from, invest our retirement savings with, and take out college loans with corporations. We are entertained, informed, and bombarded with advertisements by corporations.” (Empire of Illusion: the End of Literacy and the Triumph of Spectacle. New York: Nation Books, 2009, p. 162)
Hedges and others, I being one of them, see corporations as the true governors of the republic. Having already succeeded in “privatizing” many traditionally governmental functions, we are daily forced to bear witness to their unrelenting efforts to retain their stranglehold on American healthcare. But most pernicious is the corporate dominance of American education and how life and art are affected by the commercialization of learning.
The liberal arts, now more commonly called the humanities, are sinking into neglect and disregard in our universities today. To a large extent the humanities departments themselves have contributed to their own marginalization by parsing themselves into more and more specialized fields of inquiry, cutting themselves and their students off from larger, overarching questions about the nature of man, his history, his institutions and his art. Separatism, some might say chauvinism, rules much of what goes on in ethnic and gender studies, and in any number of other narrowly conceived academic majors. Like the jurors at the Rodney King trial, faculties and administrators have fallen under the spell of the parts at the expense of the whole. “General studies” curricula market themselves to uninitiated students through a fashionable catalogue of narrowly conceived topical offerings purportedly representative of the broader disciplines from which they are extracted. Those encyclopedically conceived survey courses, courses that were to foster more universal standards of understanding through a broadly shared vocabulary and knowledge base are now old-hat. Students have become customers who must be given what they want, whether it is in the best interests of their education or not, or they will go elsewhere and threaten the economic viability of the institution. Sounds like a business doesn’t it? And indeed various aspects of business are what an ever-increasing number of students choose as major courses of study. True, that’s where most of the jobs are, and careerism is a powerful driver. But business in one form or another is all that many students really know of the world and its wonders before getting to college, thanks to relentless corporate marketing of toys and other goods to them from their earliest years. Their experience of the way the academy conducts its own affairs simply reinforces that awareness. Chris Hedges put it rather directly when he said, “Too many students and professors are distracted, specialized, atomized and timid. They follow trends, prestige, and money and so rarely act outside the box (p.93).” That ability to act outside the box is arguably the principal thing we need today to address the complex problems of our world.
American business produced all the digital devices placed on that contemporary Table with Cyber Life I presented to you earlier. All were designed to enhance efficiency in mercantile pursuits. All are essential to today’s managerial class. But they are also a considerable source of distraction for the young, enmeshing their sensibilities in a world of games and other diversions. Cell phones and I Pods separate so many of their users from the very world about them, and the much touted ability of the digitally savvy set to multi-task, even while out in public, is often not only a public annoyance but an inhibition to their users’ ability to sustain deep thinking about issues which are not reducible to the process of point- and- click. The computer and the Internet have been touted as the road to a superior education since their inception, an assumption that has never been seriously challenged in comprehensive educational and philosophical terms, certainly not by a business community that has made a lot of money from their insinuation into every aspect of society. Most educators simply avert their gaze when asked to seriously examine how growing up with the computer affects basic literacy or the ability to formulate a written argument utilizing sequential logic. As long as money is being made in accepting without question the underlying values of digital technology, few can dare be out-of-step.
Universality, I assert, lies in tangibility. Reality is not in virtuality, video games and digital toys, no matter how sophisticated, clever, and even educational their manufacturers claim them to be. The manufacturers never point to what is lost, or what might be gained by keeping some of what went before honored and alive. Let the elementary schools in America that have let the skill of cursive writing fall into disuse take note. It is good thing to learn to type at an early age, but block letter printing is a frustrating thing for students to use on an essay exam or in any situation in the outside world where there is no keyboard available. And the quality of life suffers in so many other little ways by not being able to communicate with ease in one’s own hand, even the now quaint practice of writing a letter. As the 17th Century English poet John Donne once said, “What printing presses yield we think good store/but what is writ by hand we reverence more.”
How does one begin to shape a life of authenticity and meaning in the world as we have it? For one thing, we need not be Luddites and seek to go around indiscriminately smashing the machines that have dehumanized us in so many ways. They all carry some positive benefit and cannot simply be rejected en masse. So perhaps our approach as an enlightened society might be to take a simple but profound lesson from the Amish. We can determine to utilize only those aspects of technology that societal consensus deems to be in our best human interests and supportive of the quality of life we desire. Whatever choices we make must be deliberate, willed from within rather than imposed from without by the dominant sales and marketing culture. Failing to successfully challenge the moneyed interests and achieve that goal on a societal level, we can always choose to live life on a personal level in a more deliberate, inner-directed way that puts a greater emphasis on enduring human values. Everyone in America is coming to realize that the financial special interests have sold the general public an unsustainable consumer dream. Pursuit of a simpler life on a broader human level may not be an entirely quixotic hope, and such fundamental changes of attitude are often the byproduct of financial distress.
I would be entirely too academic in nature if I failed to tell you of my own inner-directed response to the conditions I observe about me. And much of this I must do in poetry:
We are like dogs to the gods
and the literature that
comforted the ages is
cast before the swine of technique,
in the writing and the reading,
and in the publication.
We should rejoice it took
such a long time to die,
But from this Chaos,
what is to come?
Where are the true believers?
Where the new wine-dark seas?
Where the dawn of common recognition,
the tapestry, the weaver
to bring the unraveled threads together?
All is in shreds to the lions of industry
and slavery has come again.
All that can be is simply there
to be bought--
here, there and everywhere,
for ever and ever--
the ‘’amen” sticks in my throat.
Whatever time remains
can best be spent
in unbought contemplation.
Only in simple reverence for
the gifts of life and learning
in nature and in art
can the totalitarian hunger of industry
for adoration be thwarted,
and some measure of promise glimmer
in the rosy-fingered dawn.
From Drawn by the Creek, 2003
For me, art, music and poetry deliver needed solace and bring purpose to life, a phenomenon some honor in formal religion. I do not look beyond this world for solace, however, and find the fullness of my purpose in singing hymns of praise to this world and its wonders, the only one we know and have, and must honor and preserve. The practice of poetry enhances the vibrancy of being truly alive, as does my late life occupation of antiquarian bookselling. Releasing a poem from my hands or selling a fine old book in my bookshop embodies my dedication to expanding the horizon of the world into which I was born, and for me links past to present in a persistent hope for the future. Physical books are an enduring form of connection across time and space. Arguably the finest of the ancient epics, the Gilgamesh epic, rooted in Iraq’s past, continues to speak to our troubled future. The reality of that connection endures, preserved on clay tablets carved some four thousand years ago and delivered to us with no need for a power connection, hardware or software. It is all there.
So, I am proud and honored to be an “Old Bookseller,” the title of the poem I will read to you now.
I am a book keeper.
Like a bee keeper
I care for them.
They have never stung me.
I wear the mask and gloves
when I touch them,
seeking the honeycomb,
taking it from the hive.
I consume some of it,
but most goes to others,
sweetening their drinks
and confections and dispositions.
Brought to a store in jars,
it can sit on the shelf for a long time,
but eventually finds
its way to the spoon
of the mind. Poured over
madness or sadness
it sticks to the mouth,
turning the corners
of a smile with silent satisfaction.
From Drawn by the Creek, 2003
Finally I will leave you with a statement of my dedication to the art of poetry. It is called simply,
Commitment I resist as best I can
the forgetting of my dream
drifting into and out of dozes, cat naps,
awakening and writing in the dark,
trying not to fall back asleep
with glittering day ahead –
the dawn coming
for me in a world of my making.
I resolve to get up and go as far as I can
before another drift
into another sleep.
I once made poetic gestures
in my callow youth.
I now gesture again
in the fullness of imagination
recording once unrecorded
and discarded dreams
seeing and remembering
in starts from the sudden dark
what has continued beyond
my wildest wonder.
I bring these dreams to you, my reader,
glowing in my knowing
that they have been worth
from the long sleep that awakens into life.
And as the drowsy time comes on again
I will not fail to keep and set down
every dream I can, for you.
POSTED ON OCTOBER 20, 2011 BY ADMIN RMG
Poetry is the only means I have of saying anything positive about the world.
Prose quite naturally leads me to preoccupation with the shortcomings and inanities inherent in the mainstream culture, which drag down the human spirit.
When writing prose, there is a need to observe certain trappings of logic, and the endless qualifications that must be observed in doing so ultimately lead to a cutting up of the whole into mincing and meaningless parts. Poetry for me always embodies the attempt to speak to the whole of what I take on as my subject.
My poetry is crafted through visual imagery, which is important in my attempt to offer hymns of praise to the natural world. That the natural world exists at all is a miracle. That human beings are able to observe and express their response to the world in art and in poetry is also nothing short of a miracle. By miracle I mean unending and ineffable wonder.
My poetry is also crafted in such a way as to provide conversational emphasis, as the recitation of a poem is its lifeblood. I make ample use of alliteration to enhance a poem’s aural qualities.
Robert M. Giannetti
POSTED ON OCTOBER 20, 2011 BY ADMIN RMG
From Philip Lopate, “Between Insanity and Fat Dullness: How I Became an Emersonian,” Harper’s, Jan, 2011, pp. 67-73.
“At these journals’ core is Emerson’s sense that it is crucial to record one’s fugitive ideas – to note ‘the meteorology of thought’. He was indeed the weatherman of his own consciousness, charting his moods just as he observed on walks the changing aspects of nature and sky. What I respond most to in Emerson is his even-keeled preoccupation with daily life, the daily mental round, and with that his resistance to the bullying closures of the apocalyptic imagination. … Following in the footsteps of Plato and Montaigne, Emerson asserted that ‘the purpose of life seems to be to acquaint a man with himself.’ ” p. 68
robert m. giannetti
Robert M. Giannetti, former owner of Bob’s Olde Books in Lewiston, New York, received his B.A. from Niagara University and a Ph.D. in Renaissance English literature from Duquesne University. After several teaching assignments, foundation work, and business ventures around the country he returned to Western New York in 2006 to focus on writing, bookselling, and collaborative work with artists and musicians.