POETRY WORKSHOPS – sea-change or algal bloom?
"I write for myself and
strangers. The strangers, dear Readers,
are an afterthought."
Gertrude
Stein.
In exploring the origins and
educative functions of the poetry workshop, I'm acutely aware it represents
merely one flourishing element in a cultural food chain whose biology is highly
complex and constantly in flux.
Workshoppers commonly express mixed feelings about the various groups
they've encountered, while poetry's mainstream commentators leave the workshop
strangely uninterrogated - like a ghostly St. Elmo's fire in poetry's rigging,
it either remains undisputed as the hallowed corposant of democratic
creative development, or else is ignored as just another load of distract-ing
and misleading Castor et Pollux.
These are more than adequate reasons for making a dialectic analysis of
the subject, for using binoculars as well as microscopes.
A good cast-off point is to note
that in the mass commodification of our culture, escalations in activity don't
lead, necessarily, to improved quality.
Cable TV is ample evidence of that.
The superficial froth of workshops and competitions undoubtedly reflects
a temperature rise in the marketing and packaging of poetry. Sometimes, it all smacks of the scratch-card
mentality, literature's answer to the National Lottery, the "Yes, it
could be YOU" fix. Hence the
workshop addict, the competition junky.
The poetaster rushing out for gallons of Castrol Workshop-GTX when their
Muse is a write-off at the foot of the cliff.
Looking on at the feeding frenzy, Yeats might well have commented
"They are too many". This
somewhat brutal initial course of assessment needs, however, a second
landmark. Seamus Heaney provides it,
assuring us that the ground-swell of composition within schools, colleges and
workshops is demystifying poetry, thereby prising it from the tired grip of the
intelligentsia. He writes convincingly
of his sense of liberation in seeing his ordinary world creatively expressed
using his own language.
My first question surfaces. Are workshops being generated at the tip of
an accelerating interest in literature which has profound consequences for mass
consciousness, or are they the conduit for the expression of an activity that
has, more or less, always existed?
Whichever case holds, swelling poetry's output will only be subversive -
or just plain marvellous - depending on its social context. Pouring ourselves into more and more poems
makes dubious headway if nobody reads them. By raising the question of poetry's readership I am, I know,
dusting down that tiresome Old Tar you might rather cross the street from. But he has considerable, and recurrent,
cause to hold us with his glittering eye.
On this matter of reading let me
scupper, immediately, any misunderstanding.
I acknowledge that the simple act of writing - whatever we read or fail
to read - can be a life-enhancing enterprise, and one that is ultimately and
inherently private by nature. And yet,
however we view that act as a necessary prerequisite for heightened perception
or self-esteem in a writer, it may not always be a sufficient one. Even now, Jackie Kay muses: "You feel
it [poetry] doesn't really belong to you.
You wonder: when will I be found out?" In spite of crucial challenges to the poetry establishment (for
instance, those precipitating its modest acceptance of women writers), perhaps
certain core attitudes to poetry (elitist, coterie-driven) haven't really
changed. And even if everyone can
pen a poem, whence discrimination, in its more positive sense? I wish I could say workshops contribute
unambiguously and affirmatively to the early-postmodernist grail of a truly
emancipated populace; but it's just as plausible they're little more than a
self-administered sop against social scurvies such as conveyor-belt education
and post-employable ennui. Dare I go as
far as to suggest that there could be some water - just a drop or two - in the
hypothesis that one effective means of preventing people from radicalising and
owning poetry is to get them incessantly to write?
Even if workshops did indicate a
benthic revolution in writing, one should still bear in mind that power centres
adapt, that careers are at stake.
"Experts" can retain hegemony through intellectual embargoes
on a variety of fronts and in their capacity as eventual arbiters of
quality. The number of vests of interest
a given editor, critic or academic may be wearing isn't always obvious and
could seem an issue quite unrelated to workshopping; but it can't completely be
divorced from what motivates individuals to run, or for that matter to attend,
workshops. To unpack this contention, I
must first cite the flood of workshops as strongly circumstantial evidence for
what I call a "Poeclectic" tendency in contemporary poetry. Poeclectics isn't a movement as such, but a
loose term encompassing the various ways in which a growing number of poets are
contributing to a body of work which spans an extremely wide range. As opposed to having a voice, poets
seem increasingly to shift voice according to the formal, emotional and functional
requirements of the work at hand. The
poems, collectively, display a plurality of form and content which partly
subverts, partly evades, any consistent theory (or anti-theory). The Poeclectic writer surfs the crest of a
competitive, fragmentary, high-turnover art-form obsessed with novelty, whose
climate derives from the greenhouse gases of economic and cultural
modernization. Meanwhile, flagship
publishers lag behind, becalmed among the old principles of homogenisation,
centralisation and brand-name authors, these being indispensable to economic
efficiency. Returning to the original
point, it therefore makes sense to shoal workshops about you (if you're the
poet-organiser) so as to acquire territory and ensure your particular strains
of alga get into the food chain, or (if you're an attendee) as a means of
trawling as broad a sample of potential reader-critics as possible to check
your latest effort is, if not faultlessly à la mode, at least adequately
ship-shape. In effect, poetry workshops
may manifest a stabilising, perhaps even reactionary, backwash against
Poeclectic variety. (Footnote *)
Having said this, good workshops
provide a much-needed tail-wind for poets in their quest for excellence (or
success) in an atomised society where altruistic interest in one's work is hard
to come by, and trust and camaraderie can be torpedoed by competitivity and
backbiting. The closest thing to an
impresario or patron is, for most poets, the lottery of competitive awards or a
competition sponsored by some high-street chain store. But then there's that depth-charge of a
criticism, along the lines of: "Hmm - this poem sounds a bit workshoppy". Frances Nagle once put it to me as "...
the danger of writing to fit a model of correctness. The irreproachable, but
dead, poem". The Indian novelist
Kiran Desai makes a similar point about prose workshops in the States: "I
think that when everyone in the group, including the professor, says `Now it's
OK', you're bound to end up with something dreadful". (The Times
(Higher), Aug. 15, 1997). When does
the (supposed) stabilising effect of workshops become the landlubber's hugging
of the shore, a subconscious fishing for compliments, a bleaching out of (to
use Ian McMillan's phrase) poetry's Factor X?
Both the workshopper and the Poeclectic, in their respective dialectic
ways, may be party to a Zeitgeist in which art is careening towards what the
market requires in a world where "culture" and "market" are
becoming increasingly indistinguishable.
Is poetry being harpooned by our age of cultural industries, reduced to
a blubber of workshops and the snack-size McPoem?
I don't say any of this through
cynicism or sensationalism, nor am I implying that workshops aren't mostly
launched with the best of intent. I'd be
in the vanguard of conceding there are first-rate workshops about. But my ambivalence concerning the role of
workshops in advancing poetry, and the linked consideration of readership,
demand further attention. Indeed, the
findings of several recent reports by Arts Boards support the thesis that our
so-called revival in poetry appears to be writing, rather than reading,
led. The Arts Council of England have
gone as far as acknowledging the possibility of a "crisis in
reading". Perhaps there's a key contradiction
being enacted here: at a time when increasing numbers of women, the retired
(voluntarily and otherwise) and the dispossessed are breaching poetry in a
quasi-political act of self-definition/representation, it's precisely now that
people - apparently - aren't reading it.
This may have something to do
with the alliance between postmodernism and consumerism which distilled a chic
cult of Self. The once redemptive
notion that things can't entirely be known has mutated in certain waters into a
certitude that there isn't any point in trying to know, or even into a
malodorous smugness that things needn't be known at all. All that matters is personal opinion, or
choice. Art is being tainted by this
attitude, and furthermore will fail to nourish a society in which personal
development, however radical, is rehearsed in mutually-disinterested
solipsism. Claims that poetry workshops
embody a kind of postmodern U-boat assault on the literary establishment
through liberated self-education can therefore be countered with the
alternative interpretation that they signal a systematic and ultimately
alienating extension of market forces into private and creative
consciousness. If it's now possible for
patients to be "clients", it's not unreasonable to ask whether
workshops nurture a new and demotic sense of community in poetry or if they
replace that community (or cater for its absence) with a novel cultural
product. There are those - it appears -
who've succeeded in reconstructing the workshop into a haven of satisfying
social and artistic interaction, as in the case (I'm informed) of at least
several women's self-help groups; but what of the others who cry from the
depths (or is it the oubliette?) "What community?"
So far, and to gain initial
bearings, I've been looking at workshops from a distance, as though they were a
homogeneously characterisable entity.
Obviously, and in detailed fact, workshops are almost as diverse as
their organiser-participants. The
existence of typologies can, nevertheless, be proposed. One minimum distinction (or categorisation!)
I now need to make is between, firstly, poetry venues and college-based courses
within which formalised workshops are one element and where directed creative
writing may be much to the fore; and, secondly, more local, self-defining,
self-directed groups of the type that congregate in pubs, community centres,
libraries and drawing rooms, typically basing themselves on the common model of
a limited-agenda read-around.
A key nutrient sustaining the
spurt of growth in workshops of the first sort is that freelance poets - myself
included - have sensed the upsurge in interest and, despairing of finding any
support elsewhere, turn to workshop organisation as a source of income. Educational institutions and arts bodies
have picked up the signals too, hiring prestigious poets and setting up
workshop-based courses and events to ride the tide of enrolment. The specific slant of these workshops often
ties in strongly with the wider agenda of the leader and/or the establishment
to which the workshop is affiliated.
All of which helps us to understand the glut of supply in this area, but
not the demand. In my experience such
workshops are popular in that they secure access to a market leader (the
poet-organiser) and promise to set an experienced hand on the helm in one's own
writing or educational progression.
They afford structure, kudos, authoritative endorsement, some guarantee
of minimum standards, and are likely to book one's passage into further
resources. Combined with other forms of
guidance such as tutorials and seminars, these workshops have established a
strong presence in mature education.
It's only a matter of time before someone realises - if they haven't
already - that there might be a neat few bob in launching a Which Workshop?
magazine.
Workshops of the second variety
can offer a natural and easy way to embark on a more public poetic scene, and
give the attendee an unquestioned right to air work regularly within a familiar
format. It's easier to shop around for
groups of preferred personality and accomplishment, or who share a common
objective. There'll be differing rites
and conditions of entry, flexibility in the level of commitment and, in all
probability, far lower capital outlay than for poetry courses (or golf!). These workshops by-pass the white-collar,
academically-based tradition of British poetry and generate mutually-consenting
captive audiences. For those who've
missed the literary boat, or who are out of their depth in Academe, such workshops
may represent an aural form of "publication" - perhaps the only form
- they can regularly achieve.
There are two further
sub-divisions into which workshops of this category naturally fall: those
genuinely open in character, where expectations tend to be slight and new
members can quickly shove an oar in; and those set up and maintained through
invitation only, for which continued approval is essential. Open workshops, though arguably of a radical
democratic nature, are also profoundly problematic: there is (at least
initially) no exclusion; but most lack the process skills or time to deal with
difficult passengers or conflicts of interest.
These workshops can provide nuclei for new proto-communities in poetry,
but are likely to suffer from high turnover and fatigue. Smaller, self-aggregating troupes avoid many
of the dissipations of personality management.
I also have a strong suspicion, and it seems fairly self-evident, that
as writers become more successful they tend to shift the workshopping of their
own poems from open to closed workshops, and (even more obviously) seek
increasingly to use their skills in institutional workshops of the first kind
where the pecuniary rewards and prestige are greater.
Once we begin to apply this kind
of microscope to workshops, swarms of questions appear. Do the various workshop types reveal
differing levels of the "hobbifying" of poetry into an opsimath
middle-class-white extension of pottery or DIY? (I'm not alone in noting the
relative absence of young people and minorities at many writing
workshops). Are modular workshop-based
courses as much a navigable route for the literary dabbler into the shallows
and backwaters of university/college life as they are a democratising form of
assisted self-education for the developing writer? Is the co-ordinator building awareness, or a CV? Have workshops arisen to provide one means
by which the disenfranchised and failed can gain a sense of purpose and
belonging, to meet a lack of deeper exchange between poets, or as a reciprocal
collusion which legitimates self-absorbed dilettantism? Are workshops of the populist mould one
aspect of a new social cathartic?
Each of these questions, no
doubt, opens a porthole on the complete panorama. With respect to poetry as a hobby/sport, for example, workshops
demand little equipment, limited physical alacrity and offer substantial
psychological returns, particularly if the group self-publishes. As far as social catharsis is concerned,
it's uncanny how closely some workshop set-ups resemble those of group
therapy. Many people feel marginalised
by modern society or have specific and personal tragedies with which they are
struggling alone. What's more, the mass
response to Princess Diana's death betrays a submerged, more universal sense of
grief and dislocation which is desperate for a channel of expression. Emotional pressure of this kind can propel
some astonishing writing among poetic initiates; but I at least as frequently
come across workshoppers who display that peculiarity of character which
insists upon reading, then proceeds to broadside any criticism, however gentle
or constructive. This latter behaviour
implies a powerful, twinned desire both to be heard and to gain approval, irrespective
of the quality of the work. I can't
find it in me to condemn this, especially as such instances are rarely
clear-cut; but I'd query whether poetry workshops provide the best medium for
social healing and wonder what's achieved, if anything, for literature more
widely.
Whatever the psycho-social
origins of workshops, then, I maintain a yawning suspicion of any
"buoyancy" in poetry that isn't anchored in sustained reading, or at
least an ongoing interest in peer work.
What's clear to me from more than a decade of involvement in workshops
is that a lot of its activity is about caulking one's own poems against the
high seas of publication rather than making links with other writers'
works. Even within the cult of Self it
pays, if you're trying to get published, to do some market research and
quality control: the workshop can accommodate this without the imperative for
study, lending itself to the rudderless or insecure enthusiast as a means of
buying cheap shares in Hemingway's crap-detector. There's an unhealthy laziness, or anxiety, that creeps into some
workshop situations, where the author elicits help to rewrite the piece to a
publishable finish in situ, or responds to a key criticism by seeking
some Plimsoll line of alternative options the others will collectively
tolerate. The sense one gets from this
is that the product (the poem, or its publication) is beginning to press-gang
the process (of which the poem is the evidence we can share, and for which
reading is an essential input). Robert
Frost had a point when he declared "Poetry should be common in experience
but uncommon in books". Optimists,
though, might maintain that socio-poetic theory could mirror socio-economic
theory here, with poetry having its own equivalent to Adam Smith's "invisible
hand", through which the cynical pursuit of personal production and
achievement unwittingly benefits everyone.
The problem is, Smith's putative
paw looks to me rather like the lottery one: all glister and no substance. The commercialists may in fact be gaining
that upper hand, but Gore Vidal proffers another, pointing out: "You can't
have great literature without great readers". Vidal resides on the far side of the Pond and probably had the
American novel in mind; nevertheless I do believe his view is profoundly, if
accidentally, relevant to workshops over here.
Lacking the ballast of a broad, astute and up-to-date readership,
contemporary British poetry could be in danger of capsizing under the weight of
its writing. But then, as if to upend
any possible conclusion I might achieve on the matter, Oscar Wilde
mischievously comments: "We have been able to have fine poetry in England
because the public do not read it".
Said some time ago; but Wilde travels well. As does Epictetus: "If you would be a reader, read; if a
writer, write."
Taking all souls on board, I've
synthesised the personal view that poetry - at least some of it - should be
popular and popularly read; but if it sails too close to popular taste, if it
relentlessly pursues that Great White Whale of popularity, it can founder on
the prevailing ideology rather than slice through it to arrive at vital
(possibly unpopular) truths. One such
truth is that popularity has become erroneously equated with accessibility:
we're close to forgetting that difficult work can be popular, though admittedly
only for a public rehearsed in poetry's codes and rewards. The novel aside, Woolf's "common
reader" and Modernism's "ideal reader", if they ever truly
existed, are drifting towards the visual and combinative arts - film in
particular. Which leaves us with the
problematic manoeuvre required of poets and groups who do have a proselytizing
vision, along with all associated educationalists: how far to push out the Good
Ship Popularity without it losing sight of its essential moorings. It's a talented and centred writer, and a
rare workshop, that can transcend a populist market agenda (implied or
otherwise).
If conventional workshops are of
uncertain or limited value, then, to the mature or the subversive writer, what
of the raw recruit? Anita Desai
believes that workshops can lead to a certain self-consciousness in a writer,
which tends to sharpen the critical, rather than compositional, abilities. Her observation, if true, cannot fail to
raise complex issues around the formative effects of such a tendency on the
fresh writer. It also follows that
workshops are likely to be of greatest benefit in the later, editorial stages
of writing. As to my own experience, I
gained much - in terms of encouragement and technical advancement - not only
from my first workshop at the Open Poetry Conventicle, but also as a result of
subsequent experiences at Arvon and elsewhere.
Unfortunately, positive feedback of this sort is by no means universal,
and the ha'p'orths of tar I most desperately needed back then were delivered by
seasoned poets who decided to take an in-depth and enduring interest in my work
- in other words, via specific personality-driven one-to-one interactions (that
is, friendships). I'm still not sure whether
workshops generally harbour such encounters, or if my own experience was no
more than serendipitous flotsam.
At first sight, meeting fellow
poets under any circumstances might seem to provide obvious socio-artistic
opportunities; however, workshop contexts and their codes of discourse could
preclude other forms of co-relation beginners might wish for, or otherwise be
open to. It isn't only among new
writers that I've seen evidence of habitualisation into certain interactional
modes which are thereafter taken as standard, or even de rigueur. Similar arguments could be extended to other
workshop-based activities such as those centering on poets-in-residence and
visiting poets in schools, though Ken Smith's work with prisoners and Ian
McMillan's with school children provide examples of more encouraging
approaches. Ventures like Arvon and Ty
Newydd, too, have arguably made a good first tack in facilitating a wider
poetry network.
As ever, there's a need for
more. And less. There's no substitute for poetic shamans, gurus
and soul-mates, yet (thankfully) no institution or "system" can
produce them to order. What's required
is greater imagination, to extend our vision past the horizon of workshops and
university modules and to have the guts and the will to bring any potentialities
we might discover there to fruition.
For a change we could learn from America's successes (relatively
speaking) rather than its mistakes, and build bridges within an atmosphere of
co-operation and reciprocal support instead of succumbing to a proclivity to
island ourselves off in critical coteries or nescient enclaves. Unlike the USA, though, Britain hasn't had
any significant blue-collar tradition in its poetry to assist this process. Perhaps workshops mark the beginnings of
such? It is important to acknowledge a
strong reaction to our class-fuelled poetic history now exists, and includes a
markedly anti-educational-establishment element.
To make progress, therefore,
we'll have first to recognise the polarities embedded in our collective and
institutional attitudes and priorities in literature, then counter the
considerable mutual resistance between them.
If we get through that, we'll still have to find a way of wide-berthing
the whirlpools generated by global capitalisation of cultural and artistic
values. What must become clear to us is
that the problems and opportunities confronting poetry aren't just a
matter of funding or provision - that is to say, the surge of workshops
breaking across the UK is fed and conditioned by diverse cultural and
attitudinal undercurrents. There is
also much life-work and soul-work to do: workshop-enhanced technique and
precision do not constitute poetry's all.
Then again, most workshoppers - sensibly - don't seem to expect
workshops to contribute to Self. Should
they?
Whilst grappling with that
question, one interim advance might be to initiate and augment community and
residential experiences which shun the ad-hoc, hierarchic, classroom-like
structures of some workshops so as to embrace environments inviting more
divergent, genuinely democratic interplay.
The idea is to encourage artistic dynamics that reach beyond a single
poem. Projects such as Atomic Lip
and Mannafest are already afloat, and many of these present aspects of
polyphonic, choreographed or collective composition in a performance
context. Other efforts might involve
anti-committee-ist liaisons with a few fellow poets, as in the instance of ShadoWork,
a project I recently co-founded. This
adopts a "co-vocal" approach to poetry in which poems are rewritten,
co-written and intercut in order to sound new resonances beneath language and
ego. Through ShadoWork,
individuals' poems become the springboard for a dramatic exploration of
communal work, where the authorial stance is breached via techniques such as
interjection, juxtaposition and vocal simultaneity. Although a performance-oriented end-result has been in mind, the
various co-workers have already learned an enormous amount about their own
poems and the processes of writing, even at the most fundamental level (the
operative syllable here being fun) of hearing their poetry read aloud by
someone else or being allowed to witness others compose. The concepts are easily adapted for those
who aren't so confident or stage-happy.
New approaches such as these may
turn out to be far more than some idealistic attempt to recover a poetic
Atlantis. There are some initial signs
- in London at least - of market saturation, with recruitment problems across a
number of key workshops. Possible
explanations include: the colossal growth of outlets (ie a simple oversupply);
or that creative expectations have somehow "moved on"; that poets are
turning to the more immediate rewards of performance-related venues; or product
fatigue. It could even be evidence of
an equivalent to the boom-slump cycle as experienced in many commodified market
systems. If this apparent
oversupply/recession turns out to be actual and prolonged, then even the most
successful organisers may have to find ways to gain a "market edge",
either through gimmickry, or by being sensitive to workshoppers' deeper needs.
I have to admit, when all's said
and done, that I continue to attend - and run - workshops. They can be useful in minesweeping style and
content, or in flushing the bilge from individual poems. They provide some basic social and artistic
consort between poets. But beyond a
certain point I seek friends and colleagues who recognise my larger intentions,
who understand the beliefs, styles, trends and goals in my canon - ideally, who
have the courage to insist, the humility to suggest, and the wisdom to tell the
difference. I need a space where people
say - in sensitivity and security - what they really mean; where we lash one
another to the mast against the siren-song of "finished" poems. Too many workshops drift in an ambience
where what you get is consistently more important than what you put in. The "shop" overwhelms the work. Moreover, if any of us walks the plank of
exile, isolation or outsidership, it should be chosen for its proper role in
our creative process rather than imposed on those who won't play the workshop
game. It goes without saying that any
meaningful contribution here will require from us far more of a plunge than
merely perceiving the demand and setting up another workshop in knee-jerk
fashion.
That's why I hope writers, and
artists from other media, will increasingly get together, individually and
between small groups, not to form ghastly crews of expansionism or to populate
lily-livered parlours of mutual ego massage; but in generous, sociable and
spontaneous response to what words can do.
I'm not talking about an artificial gregariousness here. And I certainly don't suggest an elimination
from poetry of the crow's-nest or garret, but more properly underpinning them
so that we don't all end up sadder and more ignorant. I know I can't prescribe in this; and yet I feel strongly that
there's tremendous scope - at the individual, group and institutional levels - to
supplement, extend and challenge the conventional workshop, to assist in the
endless task of getting education closer to its root, so that facilitators
"educe" rather than direct and members participate and share as
opposed to present. Perhaps you know a
place that's already a bit like this. Maybe it calls itself a workshop.
Support it. Be wary. The jury's still out on whether the ubiquitous
blooming of poetry workshops indicates a revitalised medium or its deepening
contamination.
3600
words.
© Mario Petrucci 2001
This article was first published in Agenda magazine.
Possible footnote, to be placed at * on
page 2, i.e after "backwash against
Poeclectic variety."
It should be clear by now that I see poetry competitions and workshops
as merely two examples of ripples which make evident the larger, commodifying
and perhaps reactionary forces at work in poetry and society. Among other phenomena, poetry anthologies and
magazines too could be included in this list.
In the case of anthologies, for example, an editor of any perception
knows the dangers involved but will still find it difficult to avoid an
anthology's eminent susceptibility to simplification and packaging for an
indolent, indifferent, dilettantist or pick-n-mix-minded readership. Anthologies permit a complicit liaison
between editor and reader whereby the editor poses as expert and the reader is
able to take in entire swaths of contemporaneity - or so it seems - simply by
browsing the one book. The analogous
complicities between competition judge/entrant, or workshop
organiser/participant, should be evident from the main body of the article.
At their worst, anthologies submit the artform to popularisation in
typically advertisement-oriented fashion: poetry and sex; poetry and food; poetry
as novelty. And so on. The anthologised poems themselves, often
lacking authorial, canonical or other context, usually rattle uncomfortably in
the poetic bag, like brightly-coloured sweets.
There is a sense in which some poetry magazines fall into a similar
trap, resembling mini-anthologies when they attempt to summarise trends in a
facile way or to present attractive themes which change whimsically or
arbitrarily with each issue or editor.
Mistaken or otherwise, the hope is that at their most
"genuine" (or shall we say, "useful") the anthology or
magazine could lead us to larger, more contextualised bodies of work, just as a
good competition or workshop might stoke interest in its celebrated
participants and provide a starting point or prototype for more profound and
far-reaching creative interactions.