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Showing posts with label Poet: Stephen Crane. Show all posts

A Man Said to the Universe -- Stephen Crane

       
(Poem #1200) A Man Said to the Universe
 A man said to the universe:
 "Sir I exist!"
 "However," replied the universe,
 "The fact has not created in me
 A sense of obligation."
-- Stephen Crane
       (War is Kind & Other Lines: XXI, 1899)

No collection of poetic views on religion would be complete without today's
little gem. Many of Crane's poems seem overly simplistic; indeed, some of them
seem to degenerate into mere tautologies, or even worse, platitudes. However,
if you ask yourself *why* Crane wrote those particular lines; if you note that,
MacLeish notwithstanding, some poems need to mean as well as be, and ask "What
did he mean by that?", the results are invariably thought-provoking, and often
enlightening.

Today's poem is remarkably straightforward for Crane - indeed, it seems almost
Biercelike in its attitude and expression. There are no deep Zenlike moments of
revelation hidden beneath a deceptively void surface, no mind-twisting
experiments in cognitive dissonance, just a dryly ironic commentary on some
people's[1] attitudes towards the higher powers. And indeed, when you think
about it, a number of religious practices *can* be viewed as announcing to the
universe (or the deity of your choice) "Sir, I exist!", and then sitting back
in complacent expectation. (A more prescriptive analogue of this observation
can be found in the saying "Heaven helps those who help themselves"[2], though
it could be argued that Crane doesn't imply any help even for those people who
*do* do more than proclaim their existence).

And tangentially, I am reminded of one of my favourite absurdist
science-fictional religions, Greg Egan's "Church of the God who Makes No
Difference". I believe Vonnegut had something similar too, though I can't
remember the details of that one.

[1] ironic poems are, of course, always about someone else :)
[2] which can, if nothing else, be used to justify a second serving of dessert

martin

Tell Brave Deeds of War -- Stephen Crane

       
(Poem #690) Tell Brave Deeds of War
 "Tell brave deeds of war."

 Then they recounted tales, --
 "There were stern stands
 And bitter runs for glory."

 Ah, I think there were braver deeds.
-- Stephen Crane
        (Black Riders XV)

I've read a number of war poems, good, bad and indifferent, but nothing
quite like today's quietly understated piece. There is a certain quality to
Crane's work; not quite 'originality', for the sentiment is not a new one,
but rather distinctiveness - not so much what the poem says as how it says
it.

As in many of his other poems, Crane manages to say a lot in surprisingly
few words; nor is it, as with some other poets, a matter of layering
meanings and imagery, or of 'making every word count'. With Crane, it seems
to be more a matter of finding *precisely* the right thing to say, and then
saying it as simply and economically[1] as possible - a technique that
sounds simple enough in theory, but whose difficulty is actually concealed
by the ease with which Crane accomplishes it.

[1] but without ever losing his characteristic tone of voice

Links:

poem #196 has a biography and a more extensive discussion of crane's
poetry.

poem #253 is one of my favourite verses from The Black Riders

And [broken link] http://geocities.com/~spanoudi/poems/crane02.html contains the complete
text of The Black Riders and Other Lines, of which today's poem is but
stanza XV.

-martin

There Was a Man Who Lived a Life of Fire (The Black Riders LXII) -- Stephen Crane

       
(Poem #264) There Was a Man Who Lived a Life of Fire (The Black Riders LXII)
 There was a man who lived a life of fire.
 Even upon the fabric of time,
 Where purple becomes orange
 And orange purple,
 This life glowed,
 A dire red stain, indelible;
 Yet when he was dead,
 He saw that he had not lived.
-- Stephen Crane
We've had a poem by Crane quite recently, but I thought this made a perfect
followup to 'Recompense'. Crane, characteristically enough, sets up all the
standard images, then turns them on thier heads with the final lines.

I've already said that one of the things I like about Crane is his ability
to challenge set world-views and make the reader think; while today's poem
certainly satisfies this, it also exhibits Crane's sheer skill as a poet.
Yes, the central theme of the first six lines is thoroughly standard; still,
Crane has handled it with both vividness and economy. Indeed, the ending was
a bit of a disappointment; I felt that the first six lines would have made a
wonderful poem in their own right, and while I can see his reasons both for
the change of tone and the almost antipoetic[1] way in which it was
expressed, I still feel that neither the idea nor its juxtaposition with the
first theme were original enough to compensate for the letdown.

[1] yes, this is a technical term. no, I am not using it in its technical
sense.

Links:

More about Crane at poem #196

Recompense is at poem #261

I've done a somewhat related theme on death in the flames
   - see poem #34, poem #36, and poem #38.

m.

A Man Feared... (The Black Riders LVI) -- Stephen Crane

       
(Poem #253) A Man Feared... (The Black Riders LVI)
  A man feared that he might find an assassin;
  Another that he might find a victim.
  One was more wise than the other.
-- Stephen Crane
Today's poem, it would seem, scarce deserves the name - it lacks most of
those qualities that one associates with the explicitly poetic. And yet, it
is one of my favourite verses from The Black Riders - in its beautifully
self-contained ambiguity it seems to embody McLeish's injunction that "a
poem should not mean, but be".

Links:

For a more general discussion of Crane's poetry, including a biography, see
poem #196

McLeish's poem, Ars Poetica, can be found at poem #188

And the complete text of The Black Riders (which you are strongly urged to
read, in that this poem deserves to be read in its larger context) is
available at the Poets' Corner,
<[broken link] http://geocities.com/~spanoudi/poems/crane02.html>.

m.

In the desert -- Stephen Crane

       
(Poem #196) In the desert
  In the desert
  I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
  Who, squatting upon the ground,
  Held his heart in his hands,
  And ate of it.
  I said: "Is it good, friend?"
  "It is bitter-bitter," he answered;
  "But I like it
  Because it is bitter,
  And because it is my heart."
-- Stephen Crane
There are a number of persistent themes that run through Crane's poems.
Among the most noticeable are human nature, love and the exploration of
man's relations to God, religion, truth, and nature, mostly with a strong
undercurrent of irony. Whatever he is writing about, though, there is one
feature common to nearly every poem - it makes the reader *think*.

Crane is a master of the paradigm shift, the few words that suddenly twist
the reader's world view around, exposing paradox and uncertainty where
before was only smooth complacency. 'Zen' is a badly overused word, and I
won't pretend to know what it properly means, but Crane certainly fits the
public perception of what Zen should be - thought provoking, leaving no
assumption unchallenged, and with multiple meanings and dichotomies
coexisting in every piece.

A final note - the piece above is an excerpt from a larger work, 'The Black
Riders and Other Lines'. Like Fitzgerald's Rubaiyat, it is a series of
somewhat disconnected short pieces, but, again like the Rubaiyat, the pieces
take on a whole new dimension when read together - not necessarily as a
larger 'whole', but simply because each piece develops and reinforces the
themes, the images and the atmosphere of all the rest. A link to the
complete text of the Black Riders is included below.

Note: The poem was untitled, being merely verse III of The Black Riders; I
      merely used the first line as a title.

Biography:

Crane, Stephen

   b. Nov. 1, 1871, Newark, N.J., U.S.
   d. June 5, 1900, Badenweiler, Baden, Ger.

   American novelist, poet, and short-story writer, best known for his
   novels Maggie: A Girl of the Streets (1893) and The Red Badge of
   Courage (1895) and the short stories "The Open Boat," "The Bride Comes
   to Yellow Sky," and "The Blue Hotel."

For a complete biography see <http://www.rdlthai.com/ellsa_cranebio.html>

Assessment:

    After The Red Badge of Courage, Crane's few attempts at
   the novel were of small importance, but he achieved an extraordinary
   mastery of the short story.

   [...]

   In the best of these tales Crane showed a rare ability to shape colourful
   settings, dramatic action, and perceptive characterization into ironic
   explorations of human nature and destiny. In even briefer scope,
   rhymeless, cadenced and "free" in form, his unique, flashing poetry was
   extended into War Is Kind (1899).

   Stephen Crane first broke new ground in Maggie, which evinced an
   uncompromising (then considered sordid) realism that initiated the
   literary trend of the succeeding generations--i.e., the sociological
   novels of Frank Norris, Theodore Dreiser, and James T. Farrell. Crane
   intended The Red Badge of Courage to be "a psychological portrayal of
   fear," and reviewers rightly praised its psychological realism. The first
   nonromantic novel of the Civil War to attain widespread popularity, The
   Red Badge of Courage turned the tide of the prevailing convention about
   war fiction and established a new, if not unprecedented, one. The secret
   of Crane's success as war correspondent, journalist, novelist,
   short-story writer, and poet lay in his achieving tensions between irony
   and pity, illusion and reality, or the double mood of hope contradicted
   by despair. Crane was a great stylist and a master of the contradictory
   effect.

        -- EB

Links:

   Complete text of 'The Black Riders and Other Lines' can be found at the
   Poets' Corner, <[broken link] http://geocities.com/~spanoudi/poems/crane02.html>.
   There's also a nice paragraph on why Crane is poetry, though, quoting
   from the site,
       "Crane himself declined to call them poems, referring to them
       only as 'lines'."

   There's a Crane site at
   <[broken link] http://www.cwrl.utexas.edu/~mmaynard/Crane/crane.html>

   and a nice biographical snippet at
   <[broken link] http://www.spanam.simplenet.com/crane.htm>

m.