[In
preparation for the final publication Summer-Autumn 2017]
PRE-FACE
(2017)
1
Something happened to me, now a
full half century in the past, that has shaped my ambition for poetry up until
the very present. Not to focus too much
on myself, it was a discovery shared with others around me, of the multiple
hidden sources & the multiple presences of poetry both far & near. I don’t remember clearly where – or when – it
started, but once it got under my skin – our
skin, I mean to say – that which we could hope to know as poetry drew in
whole worlds we hadn’t previously imagined.
Nothing was too low – or high – to be considered, but the imagining mind
& voice, once the doors of perception were opened or cleansed, were
everywhere we looked.
This also
tied in to the search to create new forms of writing & thinking & to
bring to light experiences & actions heretofore closed to us: a move that
began with an earlier avant-garde & that we now repossessed/reclaimed as
our own. A result of that – from the
beginning, I thought – was an expansion of what we could now recognize as
poetry, for which our inherited definitions had proven to be inadequate. In that sense that which was traditional in
other parts of the world or buried & outcast in our own came across as new
& unforeseen when placed within our own still too narrow framework. For myself, the discoveries, once I opened up
to them, proved as rich in possibilities as what we & our predecessors had
been creating for our own place & time. That so much of this came from an
imagined “outside” or from long outcast & subterranean, often brutally repressed
traditions was evident even before we named them as such.
Why did
it happen then? Why in the 1950s & 1960s when I was first
coming into poetry? The old explorers, the avant-gardists from the first half
of the twentieth century who had gotten some of this rolling, had paused or
retreated during the war (the second “world war” in the lifetime of some
then among us), which in turn had changed everything around us. The early cold
war that followed drove things/thoughts underground for some, while for others
it brought the reassertion of a more conventional literary/poetic past. (That
last was good, by the way, as a prod for actual resistance.) In the underground & at the margins,
then, a new resistance was born in which the rigid past was again wiped clean
& the new allowed to flourish. (Not
the newness of novelty & fashion, as we saw it, but a newness that could
change the mind & in so doing change the world – something shared with
other arts & ways of thought & mind.)
And with that came a kind of permission to remake the order of things
& the changes began to come in helter-skelter; & as they did they
changed the idea of what poetry was or could be in all times & places. For myself—early along—I turned to
“reinterpreting the poetic past from the point of view of the present” – words
I used in a manifesto I wrote in those heady times when so many of us were
writing manifestos.
With this
as my impulse I began to scour areas that had been closed to us as poetry –
hidden, outsided & subterranean – to discover what was clearly poetry but
also forms of languaging that had never been within poetry’s domain. The first area I approached was what had for
too long been labeled as “primitive” & “archaic” & that surfaced, when
it did, (the “primitive” in particular) in specialized books that took up space
in libraries & book stores (but also in academic curricula) outside of
poetry or literature as such. My own
discoveries, once they started, came in lightning-quick succession, & as
they did, they brought to light works in no sense inferior to what we sought or
created as poetry in our own time & finally in no sense inferior to what
had been delivered as the poetry & poetics of the normative “canonical”
past. Furthermore they provided rich new
contexts for poetry – not as literature per se but as a means, both public
& private, for experiencing & comprehending the world, by which the
visions of the individual (along with their translation into language) were at
the same time what Mallarmé had called “the words of the tribe” (& Ezra
Pound “the tale of the tribe”), words whose purification Mallarmé saw as the
poet’s principal task. That the poems in
question were largely oral – free of writing in the narrow sense – made them
all the more intriguing & played into the draw we felt in our own work
toward a new poetics of performance.
(That the “tribe” in this sense was the human in all times & places
is another point worth making.)
For this
I found the anthology a nearly unexplored/undeveloped vehicle, one too in which
I was given unchecked control during the heady days of the late 1960s, so that
I could handle it as I would a large assemblage or a grand collage of words
& images. That was what came to me
anyway as I assembled Technicians,
the idea of a book that worked through a series of juxtapositions & with a
free hand that was given me to include whatever I thought needed including. And
I found myself free as well to create a structure for the book & to include
an extensive section of commentaries that could both point to the
original/aboriginal contexts & to the relevance & resemblance of those
poems or near-poems (Dick Higgins’
term) to contemporary works of poetry & art, but particularly to newly
emerging experimental or avant-garde writing.
It was that approach to the works at hand that allowed me to find poetry
(or what I came to call poesis or
poetic word & mind) in acts of language that had rarely been recognized as
such. I was also able to drop the notion
of the “primitive” as a kind of simplistic or undeveloped state of mind &
word, & to begin the pre-face to the book with a three-word opening I can
still adhere to: “Primitive means complex.”
2
In the original edition of Technicians of the Sacred in 1968, &
again in the expanded 1985 edition, the three opening sections end with one
titled “Death & Defeat,” which I’ve come to think of as a marker of the
tragic if secondary dimension of the original work. The final poem in that section, however, was a
small prophetic song from the Plains Indian Ghost Dance”:
We shall live again.
We shall live again.
In the years since then, along
with the continued decimation of many poetries & languages, there has been
a welcome resurgence in others of what was thought to have been irrevocably
lost. This has taken place both in indigenous
languages (sometimes called “endangered” or “stateless”) & in the languages
of conquest – in written & experimental forms as well as in continuing oral
traditions, & as often as not showing both a continuity &
transformation of the “deep cultures” from which the new poetry emerged. It is with this in mind that the old Ghost
Dance song becomes a harbinger for me of what can now be said &
represented.
My own
experience here has been largely with the new indigenous poetries of the
Americas, both north & south, but in the course of time I have also begun
to explore similar outcroppings across a still greater range of continents
& cultures. The new indigenous poets with whom I’ve had direct contact in
mutual performance & correspondence write & perform in languages such
as Nahuatl, Mazatec, Tzotzil, Zapotec, & Mapuche, among those in the
Americas, while I can also draw on others (both poets & translators) in
Africa, Asia, & Oceania, to maintain the global balance that characterized
the earlier Technicians. I have also chosen to represent pidgins &
creoles, as well as poetry written in languages like English & Spanish but
tied in formal & semantic ways to the deep cultures from which they emerge.
In
all of this it seems clear to me that when I speak here of “survivals and
revivals” the reference isn’t to a static past but to works that are open both
to continuity, however measured, & to necessary transformation. It is good to remember in that sense that
change – of form & vision both – has been at the heart of the older
poetries gathered here as well as of our own.
As Charles Olson wrote, now some time ago: “What does not change is the
will to change,” and it is in that spirit that revival appears here as renewal:
to “make it new,” as Ezra Pound once had it, & the Emperor Taizong T’ang
some thirteen centuries before him, & so cited. In the paradise of poets,
to which I’ve alluded elsewhere, the old & the new are always changing
places.
.
. . . . . .
A Final
Note. In the world as we have it
today many of the indigenous & tribal/oral cultures foregrounded in Technicians of the Sacred are again
under threat of disruption & annihilation.
If the older colonialisms are less apparent than in the past, new forces
unforeseen thirty years ago, both ethnic & religious, are threatening to
wipe out vestiges of the alternate traditions & to eliminate those who
remain their inheritors. In the process the deeper human past has also come
under attack, rekindling memories of previous iconoclasms – the smashing of
statues & the burning of books brought into a present in which the fear of
difference & of change now reasserts itself. At the same time, & much closer to home,
we have witnessed an upsurge of new nationalisms & racisms, directed most
often against the diversity of mind & spirit of which the earlier Technicians was so clearly a part. To
confront this implicit, sometimes rampant ethnic cleansing, even genocide,
there is the need for a kind of omnipoetics
that tests the range of our threatened humanities wherever found & looks
toward an ever greater assemblage of words & thoughts as a singular
buttress against those forces that would divide & diminish us. That the will to survive arises also among
those most directly threatened – as a final & necessary declaration of
autonomy and interdependence – is yet
another fact worth noting.
Jerome Rothenberg
Encinitas,
California
May Day 2017
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