chris wrote:Thanks for the reply.
Ferlinghetti once said
?" I thought. "What the hell does an 18th century castrato have to do with the greatness of writing?" And then I read your sentence again.
I do not know this Ferlinghetti of which you speak. I do know that Allen Ginsberg makes me tired. And Jack Kerouac? I've really wanted to like him -- really. It's just, well, Ginsberg makes me all nappy and Kerouac doesn't encourage me to wake up at all.
We can never truly achieve greatness in writing without "constantly risking absurdity."
Not to get all Harold Bloom
on you (and I love how in that picture, Bloom looks like he's just had a run-in with Allen Ginsberg), but I think that's the Anxiety of Influence
talking. Plenty of great writers -- from Tolstoy to Trollope to George Eliot to Jane Austen -- achieved greatness without getting all attention-whoring with the writing. They just wrote good, clean sentences without a lot of fuss (you hearing this, Dickens
However, he does go on to say that the great one (who he, of course, calls the poet) "must perforce perceive taut truth before the taking of each stance."
I don't know that I understand what he means by "taut truth" -- but the guy does love his alliterations, doesn't he? Taut truth
. Perforce perceive
. That's a bit much, Mr. Ferlinghetti.
PS - Your word made my computer crash... now that's strong language!
Heh. You almost said "genital."