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How ardently I lectured my classes that nature here mimics art, as in a sculpture garden; that this artifact, though non-generative, gives birth to “Tennessee,” itself an artificial domain bound on top and bottom by imaginary parallel lines, not unlike the poem’s “Tennessee” borderlines. Now, though I still love “Anecdote of the Jar,” I am sobered by the line “It took dominion everywhere.” So God blessed the humans in Eden: “Have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that move upon the earth” (Genesis 1:28), a blessing which created anthropocentric.
A similarly formal approach to environmental poetry is made by Angus Fletcher. In A New Theory for American Poetry, Fletcher traces the US tradition of formally environmental poetry (culminating in Ashbury’s prosaic poems) back to Whitman’s “environment-poem,” with its cataloging phrasal lines.
Whitman mounted a similarly operatic poem in 1874, “The Song of the Redwood-Tree,” which he set in Northern California: “Just back from the rock-bound shore and the caves, / In the saline air from the sea in the Mendocino country.” The scene is a disturbing one of deforestation: “I heard the mighty tree its death-chant chanting. // The choppers heard not.” As he did earlier, Whitman verbalizes the redwood’s chant in operatic italics.
I know Fletcher would find “The Song of the Redwood Tree” objectionable, but I don’t see how he could deny its being an “environment-poem” by his strictly stylistic criteria. I turn next to another pair of stylistically similar poems, both from The Arcadia Project: North American Postmodern Pastoral.
It doesn’t think, but uses the machine of instinct buried in its flesh, a device wrapped in an assembly. Cunningham is an accomplished poet who has adapted Whitman’s prosaic measures to the stately abstractions of Stevens and the deadpan ruminations of Michael Palmer.
But his notion that birds are machines for whom trees are not habitat, but obstructions is mired in an intensely problematic argument advanced by Descartes. In his Meditations on First Philosophy, the philosopher famously described animals, as opposed to enrolled humans, as mere animated automatons, devoid of thought or emotion, incapable even of experiencing pain.
Laying out a pair of green and blue rectangles on a tray, the animal psychologist Irene M. Pepper berg asked her African gray parrot, “Alex, what’s same?” “Shape,” Alex replied. If Alex, with a brain the size of a walnut, was capable of abstracting color from shape and then shape from color, then Descartes’s claims about animals were based not on scientific observation but on arbitrary belief.
Later in the anthology we find another poem in the same stanza prose, Juliana Spahr’s “Gentle Now, Don’t Add to Heartache,” which I do not hesitate to call an copies. Our hearts took on the shape of well-defined riffles and pools, clean substrates, woody debris, meandering channels, floodplains, and mature streamside forests.
Here Spar is drawing on Randall E. Sanders’s A Guide to Ohio Streams : While everybody knows clean water is essential for a healthy stream, few realize they also need diverse physical features such as well-defined riffles and pools, clean substrates, woody debris, meandering channels, floodplains, and mature streamside forests.
To be sure, Spar’s postmodern poem is choral and citation rather than personal and recollective. But her citation method doesn’t disqualify “Gentle Now, Don’t Add to Heartache” as an copies.
The detailed environmental language reverberates in the hollows of the fallen consumerist world: As Ursula K. Has puts it, poetry is “related to the broader genre of nature poetry but can be distinguished from it by its portrayal of nature as threatened by human activities.” In Well Then There Now Spar draws a similar distinction: “even when got the birds and the plants and the animals right it tended to show the beautiful bird but not, so often the bulldozer off to the side that was destroying the bird’s habitat.” While we should remember that Gary Snyder had already in 1959 written from bitter experience about the bulldozer in the ancient forest, I appreciate Spar’s problem with nature poetry.
Even if we can never specify its means or results, poetry can also help make environmentalism happen. Kant’s non- teleological, purely formal “purposiveness without purpose” passes into romanticism (“Beauty is truth, truth beauty”) and the aesthetic movement (“art for art’s sake”); then into New Criticism with its “automatic” verbal icon and Wimsey and Beardsley’s affective fallacy, which might have been called the effective fallacy (“a confusion between ... what is and what it does ”); from there into DE Marian deconstruction and early non-representational Language poetry.
Frost wittily broached didactic ism in The Oven Bird.” The song of the bird (whose homelike ground nest is shaped like a Dutch oven) is commonly translated preacher, preacher or teacher, teacher. Frost plants thoughts and words into his didactic bird’s beak and brain.
The first triumph of fossil-fueled industry, Ford’s Model T, began raising dust throughout the U.S. in 1908; it wasn’t until 1913 that most highways were paved. Frost doesn’t tell us what to think; but he knows better than to celebrate and sing the Model T.
The rhetorical strategy of taking up an animal’s case by assuming its viewpoint is now pervasive. The opposite belief is probably more familiar to us today: the reduction of the mind to the brain, which makes us all automatons.
In my view, those who refuse to grant animals subjectivity are not cognitive skeptics but consciousness-deniers (with their heads buried in the sand, something not even ostriches do!). While it may be fanciful to describe goats as sarcastic or clouds as weeping, the prohibition against anthropomorphism and its offshoot, John Ruskin’s pathetic fallacy, strikes me as arbitrary.
But many contemporary ornithologists, wary of projecting, restrict their descriptions to external behavior. Wild -caught great tits were shown, on separate occasions, an owl and a finch.
Their behavioral responses were identical, but only the owl “elicited a surge of the stress hormone corticosteroid, clear evidence that the great tits were more frightened by the owl.” If birds can be fearful, can’t we grant them the possibility of being mournful? Biology (hormone analysis, shared genomic evolution) and situation (a bird lingering with a dead mate) reveal the unreasoning denial behind an unfeeling skepticism.
In this century, environmentalist poetry is suffused with the deniable but inescapable conditions of species extinction and global warming. Still, today’s green poets confront the familiar prejudice against didactic ism.
Smell is hope meeting terrifying regret, I would say do not open again, do not go up, stay under here there is Most of us can’t experience or feel global warming, but we can imagine what it’s like to be dispossessed, to be at a loss to explain to one’s children why they must leave home.
Whereas Graham imagines the apocalyptic future, Ed Roberson witnesses it in his own lifetime. Like Moore, Roberson studied biology in college, and like Snyder he works in nature.
According to one theory, the paleo-American Clovis people, known for their fluted spear points, hunted the megafauna (including the short-faced bear) through North America, driving them, and themselves, into extinction. The “we” in Roberson’s cautionary tale includes not only curious ecotourists (and greedy petroleum deposit hunters) but the rest of us who choose (or not) to do what we can to preserve the environmental balance.
As Has explained in a 2007 interview, the poem draws on his experience with International Rivers, “which has been concerned particularly with where environmental issues meet human-rights issues around big-dam projects, many of which have proved destructive, displacing millions of people around the world.” The International Rivers website reproduces “Ezra Pound’s Proposition” and directs readers to the building of the PAK Mun Dam in Thailand. International Rivers itself resists dam construction by “provide unbiased hydrological and financial analyses of these dam projects to the dam-affected people in the Third World.” Its pedagogical method bears interesting comparison with Has’s own.
The poet might have recorded the history of the dam, along with the local occupations and chaotic displacements; instead, he begins downstream, in Bangkok, with a child prostitute’s own disarming “proposition”: “How about a party, big guy?” In the poem’s second and final stanza, the poet explains how she got there: In a single “unbiased,” just perceptibly ironic, meandering sentence, Has traces the inhumane misdeed to its source.
Eco poetry is nature poetry that has designs on us, that imagines changing the ways we think, feel about, and live and act in the world. But as Frost, Moore, Spar, Graham, Roberson, Has, and many other poets have shown us, the ways of being economic are increasingly diverse.
Let me add what my last decade of reading and teaching confirms: nature poetry, even without broaching ruination or restoration, can also be environmentalist. If Hopkins can get me excited about species acting out their names (“As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame”); if John Clare or Emily Dickinson or Snyder or Kay Ryan can encourage me to see myself in an animal; or if Wendell Berry or W.S.
Merlin or Brenda Hillman can place me in and beyond the poem, then they have motivated me to want these creatures and environments to stay. By showing us also that some things must go (dams, oil rigs, plastic bags, animal concentration camps, virtual disconnectedness), poetry doesn’t supplant nature poetry but enlarges it.