Date: Wed, 29 May 2002
Subject: The huysmansization of prose

At first I thought you were saying "huysmansization of prose" and meant, à la A Rebours, a compartmentalization of it into separate rooms, each painted a different color, or a sort of museum of perfumes of prose--- but, dyslexia blinked away, I see you must mean Napoleon III's Baron Hausmann, architect of the re-design of Paris . . . in which case I understand even less what you mean by that (or find it less interesting when corrected, too real).

lcabri@DEPT.ENGLISH.UPENN.EDU wrote:

> So I guess no one else other than Chris S. and I have read S. Howe's Pierce-Arrow.


Some of my Pierce-Arrow marginalia (metrical notations subject to error in transcription/typing: some 60 out of 144 pages in my copy are fully scanned this way. Too laborious to re-type more [although I will take page number "requests"!], below.

Abbreviations indicate feet. I.e., I = iamb, S = spondee, T = trochee, etc.; P = paeon; E = epitrite. Numbers prior to metrical summary = syllabics. A period before a macron/breve (._ or ./) indicates that syllable can vary in accent/stress. | = some pattern
or natural pause. {p. 3}

_ / _ / _._ | _ / _ _ / _ _ 13 iamb
_ / _ / | _ _ / _ _ ) 9 I2.3rd P
/ / | _ _ / _ | _ / 8 S.A2=S.3rdP.I
/ _ / _ / _ / _._ ) 9 T4
_ / _ _ | / _._ _ / 9 I.2ndE.A
_ / _ _ | _ _ / _ _ / _._ _ )13
/ _ _ | / _ _ | _ / _ / 10 D2.I2
/ _ | / _ |./_ | / _ | / _ 10 T5
/ _ | / | / _ / / 7

{p. 25}

2nd paeon 2nd paeon + trisyllable
undercurrent OR iamb,
primes for Gk names --Andromache, Prometheus

_ / _ _ / _._ 7 I.A
/ _ | .__/ / _ 7
_ / _ _ | / _ _._ ) 8
_ / _ _ | / / _ 7
/ / | / _ _ _ / 7 mol/spon *
/ / | _._ / _ / _ 8
/ _ / x / 5
/ _ _ / _ _ / _ _ 9 dac.trim
.__ / _ / _ / / 8
_ / _ _ / ^_ / 7 Tel{essilean}

* late field hour toward the green {dedication}

four ep2's
one ep3/t2

{from p. 30}

clutching bandages next
..  .  .  . .. . . . ..

{periods indicate phonemes [ch & g <j> = t-sh & d-zh, etc.]}


{from p. 39}

links grisly
. ... .. ..


{from p. 42; _ = long vowel}


--other archaic Greek messages
   .  . _.._  . .._ . . .. ..
indiscoverable lands all law
 .. .. . . ..  . ... _.  ._
torn up nothing praiseworthy-
._..  . . .  .  .._ . . .._


{from p. 52}


sprung rhythm limerick


David-

-son cracked the whip
of A ris to tle
we al ways wound
up with a quar rel


humor


{from p. 58}

Occamists freq
 .. . ... .. .

scis- -sor
Mis- -ter Brooks

occ(amists)><comm(it)


{from p. 62}

lakes fields springs Limniads
._. . ._ ... ... ..  . .._ ..


{from p. 72}

preference for 2nd paeon (_/_ _): "hypocrisy ...
obscurity ... analysis ... incognita (68) Piscataqua?
inveterate (65)


{from p. 91}

ALL troch.-dac. w/ one "double spond"


{from p. 92}

"metra" when verses
fall below hexasyllables

quoted misspellings
substitute for Howe's
trademark neologisms

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{Some Howe syllabics (since they're relatively easy to re-type), for the sake of interest (and in light of the book's illustration on p. 115). Numbers indicate line syllable-counts, as above except horizontalized.}

15 12 7 10 10 8 9 8 10 p. 26

6 9 8 8 10 10 8 8 9 p. 27

7 9 8 8 7 9 8 7 6 9 10 9 8 p. 28

8 8 7 7 5 7 9 6 6 8 p. 29

8 5 6 6 5 8 8 6 p. 30

7 7 7 7 6 6 8 6 6 p. 35

10 8 10 9 12 8 9 11 8 p. 39

9 8 9 9 8 9 9 9 10 9 p. 47

5 6 5 8 7 6 5 6 5 6 7 6 6 p. 49

6 8 6 6 5 6 6 5 6 6 6 p. 52

etc.

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{My review of Pierce-Arrow, from America Letters & Commentary 12, 2000, p. 178f (a necessarily simplified reading, given the genre [review])}

When I asked, like a starstruck autograph hound, to be introduced to Susan Howe after her poetry reading, her instructions to me were direct: since I work at a university, the library there probably owns the microfilm of the complete papers of Charles Sanders Peirce, hero of her new book, Pierce-Arrow, and---almost beside herself with happiness for me---I could see the manuscripts for myself! This poetry points outside itself, like Cupid's arrow, with an evangelism foreign to post-modernism. Out of a doctrinally non-referential Language Poetry background, Howe is vigorously referring and signifying back to an extrinsic world. That world, though, is not a monolith we can return to unlettered. Howe has a didactic streak (poetry should delight and instruct) and her lesson is our almost primal ignorance before a protean world. The past, historical or personal, was never something the rote memorization of schoolrooms could teach. She writes: "Occamists frequently commit / mistakes Hume falls into / error it may be simple / error on my part." Linguists and poets keep asking: what is the smallest unit of meaning---the word? The syllable? The phoneme? Regardless, Howe proves insistently that the sound bite our age speaks is smaller than whatever that atom may be. To explain the known in the terms of the unknown (Occam's razor) is to ask the sub-set to contain everything that lies outside it.

I do not agree with the self-evident reading of Howe as a "poet of history," despite the dates she endlessly, cabalistically ticks off ("In 1900 Swinburne who died / in 1909 just a month before / Meredith", "Sunday Feb 15 / Deep snow / Blood was in a / little while", "In 1928 after Husserl's / last pen touched the MS / it was set aside", "Exhausted certainty / after 1900 ink dis- / persed randomly", etc., etc.), as if metrics were measured in years. Howe simply holds us responsible for our naïve numerologies---the historical is interchangeable with the imaginary in her poetry, and phenomenologically (the book begins: "Phenomenology of war in the Iliad / how men appear to each other when / gods change the appearance of things") what those two modes share in common is absence. Her great theme is what is not here. It is covered over with ink, and has serif or no serif.


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{And a propos "Susan Howe, who is a genuinely exciting poet", my review/criticism of Howe's Bed Hangings :

http://www.granarybooks.com/reviews/bed_hangings/electronic_poetry_review.html

This is my gift, as apples beneath a gingham coverlet in a basket, for Louis Cabri in Pennsylvania. As Emily Dickinson says: "It is the gift of screws" (poem 675, Johnson).