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A. R. Ammons |
Archie Randolph Ammons (February 18, 1926 –
February 25, 2001) was an American poet who won the annual National Book Award
for Poetry in 1973 and 1993. He wrote about humanity's relationship to nature
in alternately comic and solemn tones. Presenting a talk between A. R. Ammons
and David Lehman : Being Poet
DAVID LEHMAN : All
right. [Pause.] What do you write with or on?
A. R. AMMONS : My poems begin on the
typewriter. If I’m home—and I rarely write anything elsewhere—I write on an
Underwood standard upright, manual, not electric, which I bought used in
Berkeley in 1951 or 1952. It had been broken and was rewelded. It’s worked
without almost any attention for forty-four years. When I was away a few times,
for a year or a summer, I wrote on similar typewriters. It’s hard now to find
regular typewriter paper (as opposed to Xerox paper) and ribbons.
I
sometimes scribble words or phrases or poems with a pen and pencil if I’m
traveling or at work. But I like the typewriter because it allows me to set up
the shapes and control the space. Though I don’t care for much formality (in
fact, I hate ceremony), I need to lend a formal cast, at least, to the motions
I so much love.
LEHMAN : When you begin
a poem, do you have a specific source of inspiration, or do you start with
words and push them around the page until they begin to take shape?
AMMONS : John Ashbery says that he would never
begin to write a poem under the force of inspiration or with an idea already
given. He prefers to wait until he has absolutely nothing to say, and then
begins to find words and to sort them out and to associate with them. He likes
to have the poem occur on the occasion of its occurrence rather than to be the
result of some inspiration or imposition from the outside. Now I think that’s a
brilliant point of view. That’s not the way I work. I’ve always been highly
energized and have written poems in spurts. From the god-given first line right
through the poem. And I don’t write two or three lines and then come back the
next day and write two or three more; I write the whole poem at one sitting and
then come back to it from time to time over the months or years and rework it.
LEHMAN : Did you write,
say, “The City Limits” in one sitting?
AMMONS : Absolutely.
LEHMAN : The eighteen
lines of that poem do seem to be a single outcry. Were there changes after you
wrote it?
AMMONS : Hardly a one. I sent the poem to
Harold Bloom, something I almost never had done, and he admired it and sent a
note to me not to change a word.
LEHMAN : Bloom has been
a longtime champion of your work. How long have you known him?
AMMONS : He was here for the year in 1968, and
his children were the same age as my son John, and they became playmates.
Harold and I became friends. I didn’t regularly send him my poems, and he never
suggested how they be written. But I wrote “The City Limits” and I wanted to
share it with him. It was not literary business. It was friendship business.
That was in 1971.
LEHMAN : Does
inspiration originate in nature, in external reality, or in the self?
AMMONS : I think it comes from anxiety. That
is to say, either the mind or the body is already rather highly charged and in
need of some kind of expression, some way to crystallize and relieve the pressure.
And it seems to me that if you’re in that condition and an idea, an insight, an
association occurs to you, then that energy is released through the expression
of that insight or idea, and after the poem is written, you feel a certain
resolution and calmness. Well, I won’t say a “momentary stay against confusion”
(Robert Frost’s phrase) but that’s what I mean. I think it comes from that. You
know, Bloom says somewhere that poetry is anxiety.
LEHMAN : Bloom talks
about the anxiety of influence, but you talk about the influence of anxiety.
AMMONS : Absolutely. The invention of a poem
frequently is how to find a way to resolve the complications that you’ve gotten
yourself into. I have a little poem about this that says that the poem begins
as life does, takes on complications as novels do, and at some point stops.
Something has to be invented before you can work your way out of it, and that’s
what happens at the very center of a poem.
LEHMAN : What poem are
you referring to?
AMMONS : It’s called “The Swan Ritual.” It’s in
the Collected Poems.
LEHMAN : I have this
picture of you taking long walks along places mentioned in your poems, such as
Cascadilla Falls here in Ithaca or Corsons Inlet on the New Jersey shore, and
writing as you were walking, writing out something longhand.
AMMONS : Or memorizing it in your head.
LEHMAN : Did you do
that?
AMMONS : Yes, oh yes. Not something as long as
“Corsons Inlet,” but shorter poems. I’ve done that here in Ithaca and down
there many times.
LEHMAN : “Corsons
Inlet” is a hundred and twenty-eight lines long. Did you write it at the end of
the long walk described in the poem?
AMMONS : Yes, and at one sitting.
LEHMAN : A poet of
inspiration, a poet who depends on inspiration, isn’t likely to write on
schedule, and I don’t suppose you do.
AMMONS : No, I never sit down or stand up to
try to write. It’s like trying to go to the bathroom when you feel no urge.
Unless I have something already moving through the mind, I don’t go to the
typewriter at all. The world has so many poems in it, it has never seemed to me
very smart to force one more upon the world. If there isn’t one there to write,
you just leave it alone.
LEHMAN : Why do you
write?
AMMONS : I write for love, respect, money,
fame, honor, redemption. I write to be included in a world I feel rejected by.
But I don’t want to be included by surrendering myself to expectations. I want
to buy my admission to others by engaging their interests and feelings, doing
the least possible damage to my feelings and interests but changing theirs a
bit. I think I was not aware early on of those things. I wrote early on because
it was there to do and because if anything good happened in the poem I felt
good. Poems are experiences as well as whatever else they are, and for me now,
nothing, not respect, honor, money, seems as supportive as just having produced
a body of work, which I hope is, all considered, good.
LEHMAN : It took you a
long time to get respect, honor, money, and fame for your work. You had the
support of Josephine Miles when you were a graduate student at Berkeley, and
you had poems accepted by Poetry magazine in the 1950s. But you had very few
readers, and you weren’t winning a lot of prizes and grants.
AMMONS : That’s right. I spent twenty years
writing on my own without any recognition. You know, I started writing in 1945.
In 1955 I published a book of my own with a vanity publisher, my first book,
Ommateum. It wasn’t until 1964 that I had a book accepted by Ohio State
University Press, Expressions of Sea Level.
LEHMAN : And the
quality of that work, when looked at now?
AMMONS : Well, it’s the best I have. It still
sustains my reputation.
LEHMAN : So you found
it possible to be a poet, and to thrive as a poet, without the material
trappings of celebration and success.
AMMONS : I couldn’t avoid being a poet. I was
really having a pretty rough time of things, and I had a lot of energy, and
poems were practically the only recourse I had to alleviate that energy and
that anxiety. I take no credit for all the poems I’ve written. They were a way
of releasing anxiety.
LEHMAN : When you say
you were having a rough time, do you mean financially?
AMMONS : I had really no clear-cut direction
to my life for those years. I was working in business, not necessarily getting
anywhere. It was just a lack of definition and direction. Financially, I didn’t
have a great deal of money, but I wasn’t impoverished at that time.
LEHMAN : You grew up
impoverished in North Carolina.
AMMONS : We grew up rather poor, yes. But we
didn’t think of ourselves as poor. You’ve heard this said many times, I’m sure,
about people in the depression. We had a farm. It had been created as a
sustenance farm, that is, you grew as many things as you might possibly need.
My two sisters and I—I had two brothers but they died young—were never hungry.
We always had clothes to wear. There was no money, however, in the South. I
mean, during the Depression, there were actually no coins. People bartered. We
had no money, so we were poor in that sense, but my family, in Southern terms,
was fairly distinguished. My uncle was sheriff of the county for eight
consecutive terms, longer than anyone had been. It was a highly prestigious job
in those days, and he was a splendid working man who was always erect and never
carried a gun. He had a reputation for going into the most dangerous places
unarmed and telling murderers or suspected murderers to come with him, and they
would do it. He was also a considerable landowner in the county and owned what
later became a whole beach down at the ocean, which was about forty miles from
us. So he was a wealthy man and a highly prestigious man. I honored him greatly
as a child. He sometimes helped us in the winters when we were broke.
So
I was caught in the contradiction of feeling that I came from a good line and
yet being inhibited as far as resources went. Since I was the only surviving
Ammons of an enormous family, I was frequently told I was going to inherit
forests and farms and things like that. But I didn’t. By the time my uncle
passed away I had left that region and never went back.
LEHMAN : Sometimes it
seems that the economic circumstances of one’s childhood do play a determining
role in one’s psychological makeup later on. You can never really transcend
those early insecurities.
AMMONS : I agree. Though there were other
insecurities in my youth—the death of the two brothers, for example.
LEHMAN : Were they
younger brothers?
AMMONS : Yes. I was four when the brother
eighteen months old died. I still carry images of that whole thing. And then
the last member of our family was born dead. So I was the only son left.
LEHMAN : Did you like
working on the farm?
AMMONS : I hated it. You had to work in all
kinds of weather. In the winter, you were in the swamp cutting trees for the
fuel you needed in the summer for curing the tobacco. I mean it was just a
constant round of hard work without reward because we remained in debt year
after year after year.
LEHMAN : Did you read
books at home?
AMMONS : That came later. The only book I can
remember having in the house apart from textbooks was the first eleven pages of
Robinson Crusoe. I read that so many times I practically had it by memory. I
don’t know where the eleven pages came from, but there they were. Otherwise we
read the Bible in Sunday school and we sang hymns. That was my exposure to
words. And, by the way, I think that hymns have had an enormous influence on
what I’ve written because they’re the words I first heard and memorized.
LEHMAN : When did you
start writing?
AMMONS : When I went to high school (which in
those times included the eighth grade) I wrote an essay, and the teacher
praised it highly and told all our classes, even the senior classes, about it.
So I began to get some encouragement pretty early on about writing.
LEHMAN : What was the
essay about?
AMMONS : We were asked to read articles in
Reader’s Digest and then to write our own version of the substance. I wrote
about a cow they were trying to breed that would be only about thirty inches
high but would give vast amounts of milk. I must have done this in an excellent
style because as you can see the subject matter is not all that thrilling.
LEHMAN : You mentioned
Sunday school hymns as an important influence. I can see that in your very
first poems, your “I am Ezra” poems. Certainly the religious impulse—the
resolve to render the sacred in terms of the secular, to wed the lowly and the
divine—is in much of your work. In a poem as recent as “The Damned” a
mountaineer surrounded by silent peaks looks down from the summit and supposes
that “these damned came of being / near the sanctified, wherever one finds /
one one finds the other.” Were you brought up to be serious about religion?
AMMONS : My mother was Methodist, but there
was no Methodist church in our rural community, so I never went to a Methodist
service. My father was Baptist. The New Hope Baptist Church was two miles away
next to the elementary school. Nearer to us, less than a mile away, was the
Spring Branch Fire-Baptized Pentecostal Church. I went to Sunday school there
and the family sometimes attended preaching on Sundays, prayer meetings on
Wednesday nights, or occasional weekly revivals. Once a two-week course in
reading music was offered there—the do-re-me-so method—and I attended that when
I was about eleven or twelve. As for the Baptist church, I went there for the
Christmas Eve celebrations. For some reason, a paper bag containing an orange
and apple, raisins and a few English walnuts or pecans was always under the
tree for me. The funerals in my family took place at the Baptist church. My
little brothers, my grandmother, my aunts, and uncles, and my father and mother
were buried there. The Baptist Church represented a higher social and
intellectual class than did the Pentecostal. I identify coldly with the family
religion. I take my religious spirit, whatever that is, from the Fire-Baptized
Pentecostal.
LEHMAN : Reading your
poems I sometimes feel that they employ scientific means to reach a kind of
religious end. I suppose I’ve always taken it for granted that you stopped
going to church and that at some point—perhaps in your days as a sonar man in
the navy during World War II—poetry became the means by which you expressed
your religious convictions.
AMMONS : One day, when I was nineteen, I was
sitting on the bow of the ship anchored in a bay in the South Pacific. As I
looked at the land, heard the roosters crowing, saw the thatched huts,
etcetera, I thought down to the water level and then to the immediately changed
and strange world below the waterline. But it was the line inscribed across the
variable landmass, determining where people would or would not live, where palm
trees would or could not grow, that hypnotized me. The whole world changed as a
result of an interior illumination—the water level was not what it was because
of a single command by a higher power but because of an average result of a
host of actions—runoff, wind currents, melting glaciers. I began to apprehend
things in the dynamics of themselves—motions and bodies—the full account of how
we came to be a mystery with still plenty of room for religion, though, in my
case, a religion of what we don’t yet know rather than what we are certain of.
I was de-denominated.
LEHMAN : When did you
join the navy?
AMMONS
: I think it was 1944. I came out in 1946. I was in for nineteen months, about
twelve of them in the South Pacific on a destroyer escort. It was on board this
ship that I found an anthology of poetry in paperback. And I began to imitate
those poems then, and I wrote from then on.
LEHMAN : Did you write
about home and America and North Carolina or about what was happening in the
South Pacific?
AMMONS : Mostly about what was happening in
the South Pacific, including some humorous poems about the other members of the
crew.
LEHMAN : What has
happened to these poems?
AMMONS : Oh, they’re around.
LEHMAN : Did you
continue writing poems in civilian life?
AMMONS : I had never stopped writing but after
having gotten a degree, the B.S. in general science at Wake Forest, I borrowed
the money to go back for a summer of education courses and then taught the
first year as the principal of a three-teacher school in Cape Hatteras. That
was 1949–1950. That same fall, 1949, I got married. My wife, Phyllis, had been
to Berkeley and liked it. So after a year of teaching, we went to Berkeley for
two years. And there I did a good many English courses, completing the
undergraduate degree. I had minored in English at Wake Forest so I completed
that degree and did almost all the work toward a master’s. And then we left and
came back to south Jersey. I lived there for twelve years before coming here to
Ithaca.
LEHMAN : I know that
you worked in your father-in-law’s biological glass factory as a vice president
in charge of sales. Were you interested in the work or was it dull?
AMMONS : It wasn’t dull. I have a poem
somewhere explaining how running a business is like writing a poem. In
business, for example, you bring in the raw materials and then subject them to
a certain kind of human change. You introduce the raw materials into a system
of order, like the making of a poem, and once the matter is shaped it’s ready
to be shipped. I mean, the incoming and outgoing energies have achieved a kind
of balance. Believe it or not, I felt completely confident in the work I was
doing. And did it, I think, well.
LEHMAN : That raises an
interesting question. Most American poets work in universities and many if not
most were trained in creative-writing programs. It’s the rare exception who
makes his or her living outside the academy, as you did. I’m not entirely
convinced that this academic dependence is a healthy state of affairs.
AMMONS : Me neither. In my own case, working
in industry wasn’t exhausting—I mean poetically exhausting. I could write all
the time. It’s been true for me that, in the thirty years I’ve been teaching,
my writing is done before the semester starts. The time I do any writing is
Christmas vacation. That’s when I wrote “Hibernaculum” and Tape and the “Essay
on Poetics.” Most of the things have been done between semesters or during the
summers.
LEHMAN : When were you
invited to teach at Cornell?
AMMONS : I received an invitation from David
Ray to give a reading here. He’d seen poems of mine in The Hudson Review. Also,
I had that same year relieved Denise Levertov for six months as poetry editor
of The Nation. And I had, without knowing the man, accepted a poem by David Ray
and published it. I suppose as a kind of return gesture, he invited me to come
give a reading for fifty dollars at Cornell, and then he saw my poems in The
Hudson Review and raised the fee to a hundred and fifty dollars. So I came in
July of 1963 and gave the reading and afterwards James McConkey and Baxter
Hathaway and others asked me if I would be interested in teaching. And though I
was not a teacher and had not taught, I said yes, because my wife and I were
ready to make a move, and so we came to Cornell.
LEHMAN : And you’ve
been here ever since.
AMMONS : They were very good to me. At first I
was the only non-Ph.D. in the English department, and they welcomed me and kept
me. They gave me tenure. I thought it was quite remarkable.
LEHMAN : Your
standing-room-only poetry reading in Ithaca last December was memorable. I
never thought I’d see you in a tuxedo. Did the event change your feelings about
poetry readings, or confirm them? Why do you suppose people go to readings
anyway?
AMMONS : It’s a great mystery. When you
consider how boring and painful nearly all poetry readings are, it’s a wonder
anyone shows up. And, wisely, few people do. I think it’s not a love of poetry
readings that attracts those who do come but theater—to see what the beast,
possibly already heard of, looks like in person; to make a poetry-business
connection that could prove useful; to see who else comes to poetry readings;
to endure pain and purgation; to pass one’s books or pamphlets on to the
reader; to see the reader mess up, suffer, lose control, and to enjoy the
remarkable refreshment of finding him no less human, vulnerable, or fallible,
than oneself.
LEHMAN : It may be time
for another official Paris Review interview question. What advice do you give
to young writers?
AMMONS : First of all, I omit praising them
too much if I think that will be the catalyst that causes them to move into a
seizure with a poetic way of life. Because I know how difficult that can be,
and I tend to agree with Rilke that if it’s possible for you to live some other
life, by all means do so. If it seems to me that the person can’t live
otherwise than as a writer of poetry, then I encourage them to go ahead and do
it. However, the advice splits, depending on how I feel about the person. If I
think he’s really a genuine poet, I’d like to encourage him to get out into the
so-called real world. If he seems like a poet who’s going to get by through a
kind of pressure of having to turn in so many poems per week in order to get a
good grade or having to publish a book of poems in order to get promoted, then
I encourage him to go to an M.F.A program somewhere and become a so-called
professional poet. You get to know people who know how to publish books, you
begin to advance your career. I don’t think that has very much to do with real
poetry. It sometimes happens that these professional M.F.A. people are also
poets, but it rarely happens.
LEHMAN : You once said
that trying to make a living from poetry is like putting chains on butterfly
wings.
AMMONS : Right. I’d stand by that.
LEHMAN : How do you
feel about government support of the arts?
AMMONS : I detest it. I detest it on many
grounds, but three first. And the first is that the government gouges money
from people who may need it for other purposes. Second, the money forced from
needy average citizens is then filtered through the sieve of a bureaucracy,
which absorbs much of the money into itself and distributes the rest
incompetently—since how could you expect the level of knowledge and judgment
among such a cluster to be much in advance of the times? At the same time the
government attaches strings to the money, not theirs in the first place, to
those who gave it in the first place. And third, I detest the averaging down of
expectation and dedication that occurs when thousands of poets are given money
in what is really waste and welfare, not art at all. Artists should be left
alone to paint or not to paint, write or not to write. As it is, the world is
full of trash. The genuine is lost, and the whole field wallops with political
and social distortions.
LEHMAN : Do you feel
the same way about private support of the arts?
AMMONS : Not at all. Everybody who loves the
arts should have the liberty to sustain the particular arts he loves, whenever,
wherever. If the love and money go to the popular arts, that’s the way it
should be. If there is an outcry for symphonic performances of the great Bs,
then that is what should be addressed. High arts that hang on almost vestigial
in a culture should be addressed in their own scope, and I think they would not
perish but that genius and energy would burst out whenever it’s not already
stifled by some blank, some holding grant, some template that just keeps
blocking itself out.
LEHMAN : Working with
you on The Best American Poetry 1994, I noticed that you’re not exactly
overjoyed at the sight of poems that have a political agenda.
AMMONS : It’s not because I don’t take
political and large cultural matters very seriously. There are wrongs to be
addressed. There are balances to be restored. The pragmatic merely supports my
theoretical position. That is, what good does it do to write a poem about a
matter of urgent interest that almost no one reads? In a thousand years, if it
is a magnificent, not half-baked poem, enough people will have read the poem to
make a difference, but by then, where are the people, what is the issue? A
letter to the editor of a newspaper or magazine could be read by twenty-five
thousand or twenty-five million people. It would seem patently a waste of time
not to try the letter.
A
more general position has to do with autonomy. One does not want a poem to
serve anything; the liberating god of poetry does not endorse servitude. What
we want to see a poem do is to become itself, to reach as nearly perfect a
state of self-direction and self-responsibility as can be believably
represented. We want that for people too.
LEHMAN : Your short
poems are lyric outbursts, and you’ve said that they come forth all at once. I
know that you write your long poems in increments or passages. These seem in
some ways deliberately imperfect—casual, expansive, all-inclusive, loose—in
contrast to the shorter lyrics, which are all intensity and compression. Do
your long poems entail a different process of writing?
AMMONS : Very different. In the long poem, if
there is a single governing image at the center, then anything can fit around
it, meanwhile allowing for a lot of fragmentation and discontinuity on the
periphery. Short poems, for me, are coherences, single instances on the periphery
of a nonspecified center. I revise short poems sometimes for years, whereas,
since there is no getting lost in the long poem, I engage whatever comes up in
the moment and link it with its moment.
LEHMAN : What’s your
favorite among your long poems, if you have a favorite?
AMMONS : The poem that I like best, parts of
it, is The Snow Poems. It seems to me in that poem I had a more ready
availability to the names of things and to images of them than in any of the
other long poems.
LEHMAN : Tape for the
Turn of the Year has everything to do with the physical circumstances of its
composition. You typed it on an adding-machine tape, and this determined that
you would have a poem of some length consisting of short lines and wide
margins. I remember your telling me that the finished parts of the tape fell in
coils in a wastepaper basket—kind of a forerunner of Garbage. Was this a way of
reminding yourself not to take yourself too seriously?
AMMONS : Yes. That’s great. That’s a good
connection.
LEHMAN : What started
you going? How do you decide when to write a long poem like Tape or Garbage?
AMMONS : In 1963, when I did Tape, I had been
thinking of having the primary motion of the poem down the page rather than
across. The adding-machine tape, less than two inches wide, seemed just right
for a kind of breaking and spilling. Variations of emphasis and meaning that
make the long horizontal line beautifully jagged and jerky became on the tape
the left and right margins. Soon after I started the tape, I noticed
resemblances between it and a novel. The point, like and unlike a novel, was to
get to the other end; an arbitrary end would also be an “organic” end. The tape
itself became the hero, beginning somewhere, taking on aspects and
complications, coming to a kind of impasse, then finding some way to conclude.
The material itself seemed secondary; it fulfilled its function whether it was
good or bad material just by occupying space. In many ways the arbitrary was
indistinguishable from the functional.
So
with the other long poems, I wrote them when I had a new form to consider, some
idea that would play through. Garbage came from the sight in passing of a great
mound of garbage off the highway in Florida. When I found a single image that
could sustain multiplicity, I usually could begin to write.
LEHMAN : Were you
surprised by the success enjoyed by Garbage? The title is a pretty audacious
gesture.
AMMONS : I’d paid little attention to Garbage
after writing it. But there was a real spurt of interest in the first five
sections after they appeared in American Poetry Review, so I engaged a student
to type up the rest of it presentably, and I sent it off to Norton, where my
editor surprisingly took it. My hope was to see the resemblances between the
high and low of the secular and the sacred. The garbage heap of used-up
language is thrown at the feet of poets, and it is their job to make or revamp
a language that will fly again. We are brought low through sin and death, and
hope that religion can make us new. I used garbage as the material submitted to
such possible transformations, and I wanted to play out the interrelationships
of the high and the low. Mostly, I wanted something to do at the end of a
semester.
LEHMAN : How about
Sphere: The Form of a Motion? You once told me that the subtitle of that poem
occurred to you at a Cornell faculty meeting when somebody talked about putting
something in “the form of a motion,” and you liberated this phrase from its
parliamentary context.
AMMONS : That’s right. My application of the
phrase had nothing to do with such meetings, but that was an interesting place
for it to arise from. Sphere had the image of the whole earth, then for the
first time seen on television, at its center. I guess it was about 1972. There
was the orb. And it seemed to me the perfect image to put at the center of a
reconciliation of One-Many forces. While I had had sort of philosophical
formulations for the One-Many problem before, the earth seemed to be the actual
body around which these forces could best be represented. So when I began
Sphere, I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to kind of complete that process,
that marriage of the One-Many problem with the material earth.
LEHMAN : The One-Many
problem in philosophy has to do with the nature of reality, whether reality
inheres in various things of which there is an infinite supply or whether there
is one organizing, unifying principle that unites all the disparate phenomena.
Is that a fair summation?
AMMONS : Yes. Another way that I think of it
is the difference between focus and comprehensiveness. For example, if you wish
to focus on a single point, or statement, to the extent you’ve purified the
location or content of that statement, to that extent you would eliminate the
comprehensiveness of things. You would have to leave out a great many things in
order to focus on one thing. On the other hand, if you tried to include
everything comprehensively, you would lose the focus. You see what I mean? So
you have a polarity, a tension between bringing things into a sort of
simplified clarity and going back to the wilderness of comprehensiveness,
including everything.
LEHMAN : Do you feel
this as a tug of war inside yourself?
AMMONS : An ambivalence, I suppose. Or
ambiguity. But somewhere along the line, I don’t know just when, it seems to me
I was able to manage the multifariousness of things and the unity of things so
much more easily than I ever had before. I saw a continuous movement between
the highest aspects of unity and the multiplicity of things, and it seemed to
function so beautifully that I felt I could turn to any subject matter and know
how to deal with it. I would know that there would be isolated facts and
perceptions, that it would be possible to arrange them into propositions, and
that these propositions could be included under a higher category of things—so
that at some point there might be an almost contentless unity at the top of
that sort of hierarchy. I feel that you don’t have to know everything to be a
master of knowing, but you learn these procedures and then you can turn them
toward any subject matter and they come out about the same. I don’t know when I
saw for myself the mechanism of how it worked for me. Perhaps it was when I
stopped using the word salient so much and began to use the word suasion.
LEHMAN : In a few weeks
I’m going to be on a panel, a symposium on the question of what is American
about American poetry. It seems like a good question although not an easy one.
How should I answer?
AMMONS : Well, I think that question addresses
itself to the past and not to the present or the future.
LEHMAN : Do you think
poetry has any future?
AMMONS : It has as much future as past—very
little.
LEHMAN : Could you
elaborate on that?
AMMONS : Poetry is everlasting. It is not
going away. But it has never occupied a sizable portion of the world’s business
and probably never will.
LEHMAN : It seems that
few of your contemporaries strike you as indispensable, with the exception of
Ashbery.
AMMONS : Wouldn’t that be true of almost any
period? Of the great many who write at any time, history has kept track of few.
LEHMAN : Who are the
few that you hold dearest?
AMMONS : Do I have to answer that? As a
peripheral figure myself, I hesitate to comment on the devices of my
contemporaries.
LEHMAN : I meant from
earlier generations.
AMMONS : I would say Chaucer, Spenser,
Shakespeare, Milton. I’m not that crazy about Dryden and Pope and the
eighteenth century, but I like the romantics and I like Whitman and Dickinson.
That’s all. That’s enough. Isn’t it?
LEHMAN : You’ve said
many times that Ashbery is our greatest poet.
AMMONS
: Ashbery has changed things for poetry in interesting ways above any other of
my contemporaries. I admire almost everyone else equally.
LEHMAN : You are often
identified as a distinctively American poet.
AMMONS : Do you find that to be true?
LEHMAN : Certainly your
idiom is American, your conception of the poem, and I would say your relation
to poetic tradition seems to me American.
AMMONS : I have tried to get rid of the
Western tradition as much as possible. You notice I don’t mention anything in
my poetry having to do with Europe or where we come from. I never allude to
persons or places or events in history. I really do want to begin with a bare
space with streams and rocks and trees. I have a little, a tiny poem that says
something about the only way you can do anything at all about all of Western
culture is to fail to refer to it. And that’s what I do. This makes my poetry
seem, and maybe it actually is, too extremely noncultural. And perhaps so. I
grew up as a farmer and I had at one time a great love for the land because my
life and my family and the people around me depended on weather and seasons and
farming and seeds and things like that. So my love for this country was and is
unlimited. But that’s different from a governmental assessment of things, which
I believe is basically urban. And it seems to me a poet such as Ashbery who
locates himself in the city, which is the dominant culture now, is more
representative of the American poet than perhaps I am.
LEHMAN : You said you
wanted to eliminate Western culture from your poetry. Why?
AMMONS : Well, I sort of disagree with it.
LEHMAN : With the
Cartesian mind, or with what? The philosophical tradition of the West? The
Roman sense of justice?
AMMONS : If I get back to the pre-Socratics, I
feel that I’m in the kind of world that I would enjoy being in, but nothing
since then. Especially in the last two thousand years, dominated by
Christianity and the Catholic church and other religious organizations. I feel
more nearly myself aligned with Oriental culture.
LEHMAN : I’ve always
been curious about why you’ve traveled so little. I think you spent a year in
Italy.
AMMONS : Three months. We had the traveling
fellowship of the American Academy of Arts and Letters, which was for a year,
but we came back after three months. I lost twenty pounds and I couldn’t wait
to get home.
LEHMAN : You didn’t
care for the experience of being an expatriate?
AMMONS : I hated it. I’m not interested in all
that cultural crap. It was just a waste of time for me.
LEHMAN : Maybe this is
part of what you were talking about before when you spoke of your rejection of
Western culture, by which I take it you mean more specifically a rejection of
Europe or of European cultural domination.
AMMONS : Yes.
LEHMAN : But it
occurred to me that one reason you have traveled very little is . . .
AMMONS : There’s no place to go.
LEHMAN : There’s no
place to go?
AMMONS : Yeah, that’s a good reason not to
travel. Well, I’m interested in the Orient, but I’m really not interested in
going there. I’m not interested in Europe. I have no interest whatsoever in
going there. Every now and then I go to Owego and sometimes I go to Syracuse,
sometimes to Geneva, Binghamton—all over the place.
LEHMAN : Geneva, New
York, rather than Geneva, Switzerland.
AMMONS : Geneva, New York, right.
LEHMAN : It occurred to
me that another reason might be that you’d already done a considerable journey
in going from your origins on the coastal plain of North Carolina to the hills
and lakes of central New York state. A critic could spin a parable about the
northward progression of your life—from a state that was part of the Confederacy
to a university town in…
AMMONS : In the Emersonian tradition. In fact
there is an essay about how I came to the north and took over the Emersonian
tradition.
LEHMAN : I thought you
had decided to become influenced by Emerson only after Bloom told you that
you’d been.
AMMONS : That’s basically correct, except that
I did have a course on Emerson and Thoreau at Wake Forest. The professor was
basically a preacher, however, who treated the hour as an occasion for
sermonizing. But yes—it’s a marriage of the South to the North.
LEHMAN : What is?
AMMONS : The movement of my life.
LEHMAN : You’ve spent
more time in the North.
AMMONS : Much more. I lived my first
twenty-four years in the South. I’ve been in Ithaca more than thirty years.
LEHMAN : Are you
conscious of being a southerner here?
AMMONS : I don’t hear my own voice, but of
course everyone else does and I’m sure they’re all conscious of the fact that
I’m southern, but I am mostly not conscious of it. In the first years, I was
tremendously nostalgic, constantly longing for the South—for one’s life, for
one’s origin, for one’s kindred. Now I feel more at home here than I would in
the South. But I don’t feel at home—I’ll never feel at home—anywhere.
(Source : theparisreview.org)
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