Re-post of "Perils of the Poetry Reading" by Katha Pollitt

"Am I the only person who finds it hard to follow an unfamiliar poem when I hear it read out loud and don’t have the text in front of me? Even when reading to myself at my own pace, I might have to go over a poem several times to really get it, but at a reading, the poems whizz by unstoppably-- no chance of a second hearing, and all the helpful visual cues of print , like punctuation, italics, quotation marks, and even line breaks, are absent. A stray thought enters my head -- I wonder why they painted this room turquoise? -- and in seconds I’ve lost the thread. (I’m speaking of what you might call “literary poetry” here, poetry written primarily to be read silently, not spoken word, which is intended for the ear from the outset.)

I often find that the poems I’ve enjoyed most at a reading seem oddly flat on the page when I hunt them down in a book. What made the poem seem striking and fresh was the poet’s performance: the energy and especially the humor was in the voice and manner and gestures, not the words themselves. Or it was the story the poem told: the poetry reading as a series of anecdotes, with the poet placing and embellishing each one in his introductions: My uncle ran a chicken farm in Iowa, and when he ran off with the Methodist minister’s wife my aunt killed all the chickens and gave them to the nuns, and out of that comes this next poem, “Saint Rooster and the Holy Choir of Hens.” it’s been suggested, in fact, that the proliferation of poetry readings, and their importance to a poet’s career, has actually changed the way poets -- “literary poets” -- write, encouraging verbal simplicity, talkiness, easy emotions, simple narratives, and punchlines. It’s the poet as stand-up comedian/tragedian.

Still, you can see why poets would try to shape their art to please their audience -- and notice how we now commonly speak of poetry’s audience rather than poetry’s readers, which tells you something right there. It can be painful and embarrassing to stand up before a small group of miscellaneous strangers who expect you to entertain them and instead offer poems they might find bewildering, or remote. I've given readings at which I just want to say, oh well, never mind, let’s just go have a beer and talk about health care reform."

Read more HERE plus Wislawa Szymborska’s poem, “Poetry Reading”