We recently attended a poetry reading in Harvard Square and we had the great pleasure to hear the world’s greatest living poet, Ben Mazer, read his magnificent poem, “An After Dinner Sleep,” a poem of about 350 lines which closes his new book, The Glass Piano.  It was a cinematic experience, the sort of poem in which you get comfortable, close your eyes, and listen in a state half-way between sleep and waking.

If cinematic poetry doesn’t start a renaissance in poetry, nothing will.

Here’s the thing: and we might as well begin with Keats’ phrase: “fine excess.”  We all know that poetry is known for concision, and this is all well and good, but we must say, we fear this idea, once having got its nose in the tent, now occupies the whole of it, crowding out everything else.

For, as the wretched Pound pointed out—and many, many writers before him—prose, as much as poetry, should not waste words; poetry has no special hold on concision.

We do not mean, “If you have nothing to say, shut up.” No, if you have nothing to say, you are probably the poet we want to hear from.  But this is neither here nor there. We are speaking from a purely technical standpoint.

To say poetry is concise is like saying painting is concise—well, of course it is; it belongs to its frame, not the world. But if this truism took root, the pinnacle of art would be the fifteen-second sketch. Notwithstanding the infinite charm of the master creating a world with a few strokes, we think it time for poetry to throw off the burden of having to say little. Once and for all, let us declare that to be concise is not necessarily to be poetic.  Poe, who said, “a long poem doesn’t exist,” also said a small one doesn’t exist either: there must be sufficient pressure on the wax to create the impression.

Without having to specify length, what this means is, the poet, and the artist in general—for art has suffered from Modernist theories as much as poetry—should use all the tools in the tool box—and why not?  The thing we don’t like about abstract painting is not abstract painting; it is the fact that we once had the pleasure of pictorial representation and all the interest of color which abstract painters revel in.  The thing we don’t like about cartooning, or the vague sketch, or the Red Wheel Barrow, is not the principle which these uphold, that suggestion is perhaps the most important thing in art there is—it is.  But too much reliance on suggestion is suggestive no more.  The paltry is finally not poetic.

This essay comes to damn the poet who goes in fear of doggerel, the poet who plays it safe, who hides behind the “experimental,” a code word for “this is not what I really can do, as an artist, I’m just thinking out loud here, don’t mind me, but if you find something that’s clever here, well, I’ll take a compliment or two, why not?”

Fear of the tight rope turns into the earth-bound, fake bravery of the “avant-garde.” Clowning around on the piano and never getting down to playing a real piece has profited many a hack since 1900.

To be cinematic in poetry is difficult, for one is firmly in that temporal mode perfected by Homer and Tennyson with the added pictorial heft.  The purely discursive, or the obscure, will not do.  Cinematic poetry requires the whole art, which does not eschew the discursive or the suggestive, or any of the other tricks of the poet, by any means—no, but it requires them all.

Poetry, like the film, has motion as its medium; it pitches forward, and does so, like film, with all sorts of markers, pauses, ends, flashbacks, jump cuts, call them what you will—but you get the idea.

Every one of these temporal tricks is enhanced by meter and rhyme.

This is not some moral or bitter argument against the “avant-garde;” again, we are speaking purely from a technical point of view.

To make the poetry that does the most, that is whole and cinematic: meter and rhyme simply help drive that engine. To go in fear of the doggerel is a fear we must abandon.

The poems which win both the popular and the critical taste are cinematic poems; we love them like films, and the truly literate know they are better than films: Prufrock, Kubla Khan, The Raven, The Cloud. But we live in times of horror, in which an appreciation of classical music and great painting and beautiful poetry is fading; there are millions, even fairly intelligent and somewhat nice people—or those who can pass as such—too thick and dense to appreciate beauty in the arts. This is the greatest tragedy of our age, a violence against beautiful feelings which points to more material suffering in the future.

(Scarriet, in the last 5 years of its existence, has produced thousands of lines of original poetry, and so what if half, if 60% is doggerel? We don’t care. For what has been achieved, it is more than worth it.)

We do not recommend Mazer lightly, nor is our argument here to be taken lightly.

It may save poetry.

And everyone’s life.




  1. Surazeus said,

    November 20, 2015 at 3:37 pm

    I have been calling my style of poetry Cinemism since 2002.

    • Surazeus said,

      November 20, 2015 at 11:36 pm

      I am sorry my first reply was so curt. I started to reply at lunch but had to get back to work on my cartography project.

      My reaction is one of excitement and enthusiasm for two reasons.

      First, because you describe exactly why I love to read the poetry Ben writes, for the cinematic quality of visual collage in how he describes emotional perception of people and landscapes. If Ben is ever inspired by the Muse to write an epic, I will read it with enthusiasm.

      Second, because you describe well my basic technique of poetic composition that I have been using since I started writing poetry in 1986. I wrote many poems in black sketchbooks during my years in Seattle and while hitchhiking across the country in the 1990s. In 2002, while I was transcribing them and collecting them all in a database, I was first able to describe my poetic technique with the term Cinemism.

      Once I better formulated my technique for composing poetry, I had a full toolbox to employ when the Muse inspired me to start writing my epic about philosophers four years ago.

  2. Anonymous said,

    November 20, 2015 at 7:51 pm

    good grief. you really do know how to ruin a moderately good thing.

    • thomasbrady said,

      November 20, 2015 at 8:16 pm

      For whom, and what is “ruined?” Ha ha

      • maryangeladouglas said,

        November 20, 2015 at 8:29 pm

        Cinemism is a more beautiful word than cynicism I think.

  3. Andrew said,

    November 20, 2015 at 11:58 pm

    I agree and responsively adjust Solomon’s proverb from Ecclesiastes:

    For to him that is joined to all the living there is hope:
    for living doggerel is better than dead lines.

  4. maryangeladouglas said,

    November 21, 2015 at 12:56 am

    I like Ben Mazer’s poems too. But I like Thomas Graves writing even on what might be a doggeral day for exactly that reason: it is always living.

  5. Gary B. Fitzgerald said,

    November 22, 2015 at 2:37 am

    “…the world’s greatest living poet, Ben Mazer…”

    “…as the ‘wretched’ Pound pointed out…”

    Are you on drugs?

    • thomasbrady said,

      November 22, 2015 at 1:57 pm


      What’s new?

  6. mcmc said,

    December 2, 2015 at 9:39 am

    I’ll quibble with Poe about the short poem.

    Take as evidence his own couplet, written after the death of his wife: “Deep in earth my love is lying / And I must weep alone.”

    Unity. Totality of effect. Achieved in 12 words.

    • thomasbrady said,

      December 2, 2015 at 11:24 am

      m, good point. This is precisely what genius is and why it is so thrilling: it smashes every rule. And yet, we admire this from a rule: “unity. Totality of effect.” So perhaps genius is more about rules than we think. Poe did not publish that, and I don’t think he would. I agree with what you say about it, but it does occupy an interesting place.

  7. noochinator said,

    June 3, 2018 at 10:52 am

    “But we live in times of horror, in which an appreciation of classical music and great painting and beautiful poetry is fading…” Here’s a bit about Franz Liszt from my fave website, Trailers from Hell:

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