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December 5, 2012 | by

Amanda Earl, Sun.

The Paris Review’s interviews have long featured single manuscript pages from among the subjects’ writings. They are meant to show the author at work, his or her method of self-editing, of revision—an illustrative supplement to the process described at length in the conversations. To me, though, they always exist first as instances of visual artistry. The particularities of each writer’s markings are immediately perceptible: the way Margaret Atwood’s handwritten lines appear impatient and vital in contrast with the prim logos of the SAS Hotel stationery on which she penned a poem; the way Yves Bonnefoy’s long, spidery insertion lines give physicality to the pallid rows of words; the way David McCullough’s xed-out typewritten phrases become so many tiny, busy intersections. In the same way, I’ve always found the looping inscriptions of Cy Twombly’s “blackboard” paintings, in particular Cold Stream, to be a kind of magic—the secret scribblings, writ large, of a mind at work. (It’s no coincidence that Twombly worked as a cryptographer in the army.)

I’m struck by the frequency, in Paris Review interviews, with which authors describe writing as being a visual activity. John Edgar Wideman imagines his drafts as “palimpsests.” Don DeLillo finds that “the words typed on the white page have a sculptural quality … They match up not just through meaning but through sound and look.” Nicholson Baker admits, “I can fiddle around with something on a screen for days and think I’m getting somewhere, and it won’t be right. Then I’ll print it out and take it to bed, and instantly it’s obvious what’s bad about it, and I’ll cross out, cross out, cross out.” Words become objects, things to be looked at. I’m reminded of Apollinaire’s calligrams, Jackson Mac Low’s grid poems, and Robert Smithson’s Heap of Language (1966), which views words and phrases as “matter and not ideas.”

In poetry, such notions have long held sway: micrography, or text that forms an image, dates from ninth-century biblical codices; instances of concrete poetry exist in seventeenth-century religious poetry, and also in the early-twentieth-century works of the anarchist Futurists; asemic writing is a wordless, ideogramic form that Henri Michaux described as “interior gestures” and Roland Barthes called his “contre-écriture” (see, again, Twombly and also Jackson Pollock). Poetry that can’t simply be read or heard must be seen, experienced, enacted; how it is interpreted is the reader’s prerogative. In this way, both writing and reading are performance. In the new Winter issue, Susan Howe says, “I often think of the space of a page as a stage, with words, letters, syllable characters moving across.” In the 1960s, composer Cornelius Cardew wrote a number of indeterminate scores—stunning visual experiments—that cannot be read in any traditional way and that, like these examples of poetry, charge the performer with interpreting abstract forms and shapes that allow for an unlimited set of permutations.

Lest we think visual poetry reached its apogee as a phenomenon in the mid-twentieth century, we have The Last Vispo Anthology: Visual Poetry 1998–2008, a sampling of the current, international state of the art. For coeditors Nico Vassilakis and Crag Hill and the anthology's wide-ranging practitioners, Vispo (a portmanteau of visual poetry) is poetry that begins on the molecular level: “It’s alphabet in every possible and available position you can imagine … The alphabet [as] a periodic table of speech elements.” And between these scripted platelets is room to shift and stir. If poetry ought to be performative, as James Fenton recommends, then it makes sense that in visual form poetry would elicit a kind of motion, an unfolding over the space of a page, and that even its sound would be voiced as a series of discoveries. Movement disrupts the continuity of a sentence, a phrase, a word. And language, unsettled, is unbound.

Jo Cook, Templates & Text.

Jo Cook, Templates & Text, The Last Vispo, Fantagraphics.

Holly Crawford, Duchamp Without the Words.

Holly Crawford, Duchamp Without the Words, The Last Vispo, Fantagraphics.

Dirk Krecker, Typewriter Drawing.

Dirk Krecker, Typewriter Drawing, The Last Vispo, Fantagraphics.

Gary Barwin, Ode.

Gary Barwin, Ode, The Last Vispo, Fantagraphics.

Greg Evason, The Blind Canoe.

Greg Evason, The Blind Canoe, The Last Vispo, Fantagraphics.

Richard Kostelanetz, from East Village.

Richard Kostelanetz, from East Village, The Last Vispo, Fantagraphics.

Richard Kostelanetz, from East Village.

Richard Kostelanetz, from East Village, The Last Vispo, Fantagraphics.

Michael Peters, noth rearing, from Vaast Bin.

Michael Peters, noth rearing from Vaast Bin, The Last Vispo, Fantagraphics.

Amanda Earl, Sun.

Amanda Earl, Sun, The Last Vispo, Fantagraphics.

Petra Backonja, Forget Language.

Petra Backonja, Forget Language, The Last Vispo, Fantagraphics.

Sonja Ahlers, Electric.

Sonja Ahlers, Electric, The Last Vispo, Fantagraphics.

 

6 COMMENTS

2 Comments

  1. cdarcy | December 5, 2012 at 2:53 pm

    And it wasn’t until this post that I realized the manuscript pages were available on the digital edition.

  2. anna | March 7, 2014 at 2:23 pm

    what a beautiful post. appreciated stumbling upon it. thank you Nicole!

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