Odal Orientations
John Keats Odal Cycle, as I call his five major odes, is not
warped by an excess of dichotomous energy, where poetic formality is concerned.
There are slight variations, but the form the five Keats’ Odes take is similar
(and unique onto itself). My own five odes, which may or may not constitute an
authentic cycle, have the problem of a kind of
formal “lumpiness”— four of the odes are formal, and employ Keats’ own odal
form; while one is informal, “jazzy” not just because it's an Ode On Jazz, but because it employs high level poetic musicality in a way which attempts to
translate something about jazz music, and its approach to formality, into
serious poetry. Keats’ formal innovations could
align him with (if we want to attempt to make precise translations) Bach or
Beethoven; so that, by employing his forms, I also attempt that sort of
classical, classicized musicality. That’s the formal backbone of On Exile and the rest. Having my five-ode sequence waver between “jazz” and
“classical” orientations creates, to bring things back to square one, the sort
of dichotomous energy which some readers may find confusing, and certainly less
an orderly procession than the march through Keats’ odes.
Where the narrative-thematic is concerned, Keats odes stick
to the transcendental— imaginative landscapes, immersion in mythologies, meta
and/or ekphrastic poems which take works of art as their starting place, raw
nature, including sexuality, in chiasmus with the human brain (his extension of Wordsworthian
dynamics). The world Keats inhabits, here, resonates and shudders; it is a
living world, animated by the vivacity of an imagination which Keats “fancies”
has its own reality, against the merely tactile. Keats demonstrates for us,
with no holds barred, exactly what Modern and post-modern literature blood
sacrificed; the sense that the world we live in is alive, and does, in fact,
resonate and shudder with life. The nihilism of Modern and post-modern
literature naively dismisses Romanticism as naïve, and creates, consolidates,
and maintains a world skewered towards obsolescence, deadness, and human
impotence in the face of attempting to achieve transcendental states of
consciousness.
If Modernism and post-modernism are naïve in the face of
Romanticism, it is for the simple reason that scientific fact points the human
brain towards the realization that the world around us really does resonate,
and shudder, and that mysteries inhere in nature which can lead our minds
permanently upwards. The jejune Modern/post-modern sense of world-weariness and
effete skepticism have less basis in scientific fact then Romanticism does, try
though Modernists and post-modernists might to invert their efforts into a
talisman against naivete which is secretly experientially sound. My odes are
somewhere in the middle of this— not as transcendental as Keats, more about
individuals, human landscapes and relationships, intimacies which inhere on
these levels, and also pain before corruption and coercion, where human
collectives are concerned.
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