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Prosaic Judgments

By John Palattella

This article appeared in the July 18, 2005 edition of The Nation.

June 29, 2005

Sleeping and weeping. Marriage and baby carriage. Impediment and sediment. These are the kind of rhymes that mark time throughout Adam Kirsch's first book of poems, The Thousand Wells, which appeared in 2002. Those rhymes stirred up panic in some avant-garde enclaves. The Thousand Wells "begs the question beggaring contemporary poetry," wrote the poet Joshua Clover in the Voice Literary Supplement. "Is the experiment over?" Meanwhile, over at The New Criterion, the editors liked Kirsch's poems a lot and awarded him their magazine's annual poetry prize.

The New Criterion also helped to launch Kirsch's increasingly prominent career as a critic of poetry, albeit in a less direct way. Before becoming book critic for the New York Sun in 2002, Kirsch wrote many essays and reviews about poetry for The New Republic, where he was the assistant literary editor for several years--no small achievement for a writer in his 20s, particularly in a literary world that allots precious little space for the consideration of poetry. Yet as prolific as Kirsch is, he is not expansive in his taste. His tirades in those essays against the enduring influence of the experimental strains of poetic Modernism on contemporary American poetry marks him as the intellectual offspring of the New Formalists, a small group of poets and critics--among them Brad Leithauser, Timothy Steele and Dana Gioia (Bush's head of the National Endowment for the Arts)--whose essays and poems in defense of traditional formal conventions were championed by The New Criterion during the 1980s.

The recurring story of Kirsch's essays is one of betrayal, in which formally adventurous contemporary poets are accused of deceiving readers and degrading the art. Kirsch's basic approach is to define a poet's strength as his or her weakness. John Ashbery's coruscating syntax, self-deflating ironies and madcap raids on the word-hoard of pop culture are "an evasion of sense." Anne Carson's gnomic propositions and relentless repetitions substitute "for the hard work of sensibility the precocious play of calculation and decoding."

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About John Palattella

John Palattella is literary editor of The Nation. His essays and reviews about poetry have appeared in numerous publications, including The Nation, the London Review of Books, Bookforum and Boston Review. more...

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