{"id":2624,"date":"2013-07-13T01:42:49","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:42:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=2624"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:42:49","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:42:49","slug":"08-the-sources-of-poetry-vol-12-essays-divine-and-human","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/03-cwsa\/12-essays-divine-and-human\/08-the-sources-of-poetry-vol-12-essays-divine-and-human","title":{"rendered":"-08_The Sources of Poetry.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<div align=\"center\">\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\n<tr>\n<td width=\"100%\" valign=\"top\"><font face=\"Times New Roman\" size=\"3\" color=\"#000000\"><\/p>\n<p>\t\t\t<font face=\"Times New Roman\" size=\"4\" color=\"#000000\"><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p><span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\"><\/p>\n<p><b>The Sources of Poetry <\/b><\/span><\/font><br \/>\n\t\t\t<font face=\"Times New Roman\" size=\"3\" color=\"#000000\"><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p><span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">The swiftness of the muse has been embodied in the image of<br \/>\nPegasus, the heavenly horse of Greek legend; it was from the rapid beat of his hoofs on the rock that Hippocrene flowed. The<br \/>\nwaters of Poetry flow in a current or a torrent; where there is a pause or a denial, it is a sign of obstruction in the stream or of<br \/>\nimperfection in the mind which the waters have chosen for their bed and continent. In India we have the same idea; Saraswati is<br \/>\nfor us the goddess of poetry, and her name means the stream or &#8220;she who has flowing motion&#8221;. But even Saraswati is only an<br \/>\nintermediary. Ganga is the real mother of inspiration, she who flows impetuously down from the head of Mahadev, God<br \/>\nhigh-seated, over the Himalay of the mind to the homes and cities of men. All poetry is an inspiration, a thing breathed into the<br \/>\nthinking organ from above; it is recorded in the mind, but is born in the higher principle of direct knowledge or ideal vision which<br \/>\nsurpasses mind. It is in reality a revelation. The prophetic or revealing power sees the substance; the inspiration perceives the<br \/>\nright expression. Neither is manufactured; nor is poetry really a poiesis or composition, nor even a creation, but rather the<br \/>\nrevelation of something that eternally exists. The ancients knew this truth and used the same word for poet and prophet, creator<br \/>\nand seer, <i>sophos<\/i>, <i>vates<\/i>, <i>kavi<\/i>.<br \/>\n\t\t\t<\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 25pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p><span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">But there are differences in the manifestation. The greatest<br \/>\nmotion of poetry comes when the mind is still and the ideal principle works above and outside the brain, above even the<br \/>\nhundred petalled lotus of the ideal mind, in its proper empire; for then it is Veda that is revealed, the perfect substance and expression of eternal truth. This higher ideation transcends genius just as genius transcends ordinary intellect and perception. But<br \/>\nthat great faculty is still beyond the normal level of our evolution. Usually we see the action of the revelation and inspiration<br \/>\n &nbsp;&nbsp;<br \/>\n\t\t\t<\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n\t\t\t&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n\t\t\t<span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\"><br \/>\n\t\t\t<font color=\"#000000\" size=\"2\">Page \u2013 28<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p><span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">reproduced by a secondary, diluted and uncertain process in the<br \/>\nmind. But even this secondary and inferior action is so great that it can give us Shakespeare, Homer and Valmekie. There is also<br \/>\na tertiary and yet more common action of the inspiration. For of our three mental instruments of knowledge,\u2014the heart or<br \/>\nemotionally realising mind, the observing and reasoning intellect with its aids, fancy and memory, and the intuitive intellect,\u2014it<br \/>\nis into the last and highest that the ideal principle transmits its inspirations when the greatest poetry writes itself out through<br \/>\nthe medium of the poet. But if the intuitive intellect is not strong enough to act habitually, it is better for the poetry to descend into<br \/>\nthe heart and return to the intellect suffused and coloured with passion and emotion than to be formed directly in the observing<br \/>\nintellect.<br \/>\n\t\t\t<\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 25pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p><span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">Poetry written from the reasoning intellect is apt to be full of<br \/>\ningenious conceits, logic, argumentation, rhetorical turns, ornamental fancies, echoes learned and imitative rather than uplifted<br \/>\nand transformed. This is what is sometimes called classical poetry, the vigorous and excellent but unemotional and unuplifted<br \/>\npoetry of Pope and Dryden. It has its inspiration, its truth and value; it is admirable in its way, but it is only great when it is<br \/>\nlifted out of itself into intuitive writing or else invaded by the heart. For everything that needs fire rather than light,<br \/>\ndriving-force rather than clearness, enthusiasm rather than correctness, the heart is obviously the more potent instrument. Now, poetry<br \/>\nto be great must have either enthusiasm or ecstasy. <\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 25pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p><span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">Yet the poetry that rises up from the heart is usually a turbid<br \/>\nstream; our own restless ideas and imaginations mix with the pure inrush from above a turbulent uprush from below, our<br \/>\nexcited emotions seek an exaggerated expression, our aesthetic habits and predilections busy themselves to demand a satisfaction greatly beyond their due. Such poetry may be inspired, but it is not always suitable or inevitable. There is often a double<br \/>\ninspiration, the higher or ecstatic and the lower or emotional, and the lower disturbs and drags down the higher. This is the<br \/>\nbirth of romantic or excessively exuberant poetry, too rich in expression, too abundant and redundant in substance. The best<br \/>\n &nbsp;&nbsp;<br \/>\n\t\t\t<\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 25pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n\t\t\t<span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\"><br \/>\n\t\t\t<font color=\"#000000\" size=\"2\">Page \u2013 29<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p> <span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">poetry coming straight from the right centres may be bare and<br \/>\nstrong, unadorned and lofty, or it may be rich and splendid; it may be at will romantic or classical; but it will always be<br \/>\nfelt to be the right thing for its purpose; it is always nobly or rapturously inevitable.<br \/>\n\t\t\t<\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 25pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p> <span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">But even in the higher centres of the intuitive intellect there may be defects in the inspiration. There is a kind of false fluency which misses the true language of poetry from<br \/>\n\tdullness of perception. Under the impression that it is true and inspired<br \/>\nwriting it flows with an imperturbable flatness, saying the thing that should be said but not in the way that it should be said,<br \/>\nwithout force and felicity. This is the tamasic or clouded stimulus, active, but full of unenlightenment and self-ignorance. The<br \/>\nthing seen is right and good; accompanied with the inspired expression it would make very noble poetry. Instead, it becomes<br \/>\nprose rendered unnatural and difficult to tolerate by being cut up into lengths. Wordsworth is the most characteristic and interesting victim of tamasic stimulus. Other great poets fall a prey to it, but that superb and imperturbable self-satisfaction under<br \/>\nthe infliction is his alone. There is another species of tamasic stimulus which transmits an inspired and faultless expression,<br \/>\nbut the substance is neither interesting to man nor pleasing to the gods. A good deal of Milton comes under this category. In<br \/>\nboth cases what has happened is that either the inspiration or the revelation has been active, but its companion activity has<br \/>\nrefused to associate itself in the work. <\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 25pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p> <span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">It is when the mind works at the form and substance of<br \/>\npoetry without either the revelation or the inspiration from above that respectable or minor poetry is produced. Judgment,<br \/>\nmemory and imagination may work, command of language may be there, but without that secondary action of a higher than<br \/>\nintellectual force, it is labour wasted, work that earns respect but not immortality. Doggerel and bastard poetry take their<br \/>\nrise not even in the observing intellect but from the sensational mind or the passive memory guided only by the mere physical<br \/>\npleasure of sound and emotion. It is bold, blatant, external, imitative, vulgar; its range of intellectuality and imaginativeness<br \/>\n &nbsp;&nbsp;<br \/>\n\t\t\t<\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n\t\t\t&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n\t\t\t<span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\"><br \/>\n\t\t\t<font color=\"#000000\" size=\"2\">Page \u2013 30<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p><span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">cannot go beyond the vital impulse and the vital delight. But<br \/>\neven in the sensational mind there is the possibility of a remote action from the ideal self; for even to the animals who think<br \/>\nsensationally only, God has given revelations and inspirations which we call instincts. Under such circumstances even bastard<br \/>\npoetry may have a kind of worth, a kind of inevitability. The poet in the sensational man may be entirely satisfied and delighted,<br \/>\nand even in the more developed human being the sensational element may find a poetical satisfaction not of the highest. The<br \/>\nbest ballad poetry and Macaulay&#8217;s lays are instances in point. Scott is a sort of link between sensational and intellectual poetry.<br \/>\nWhile there are men mainly sensational, secondarily intellectual and not at all ideal, he will always be admired.<br \/>\n\t\t\t<\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 25pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p><span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">Another kind of false inspiration is the rajasic or fiery stimulus. It is not flat and unprofitable like the tamasic, but hasty,<br \/>\nimpatient and vain. It is eager to avoid labour by catching at the second best expression or the incomplete vision of the idea,<br \/>\ninsufficiently jealous to secure the best form, the most satisfying substance. Rajasic poets, even when they feel the defect in<br \/>\nwhat they have written, hesitate to sacrifice it because they also feel and are attached either to what in it is valuable or to the<br \/>\nmemory of their delight when it was first written. If they get a better expression or a fuller sight, they often prefer to reiterate<br \/>\nrather than strike out inferior stuff with which they are in love. Sometimes, drifting or struggling helplessly along that shallow<br \/>\nand vehement current, they vary one idea or harp on the same imagination without any final success in expressing it inevitably.<br \/>\nExamples of the rajasic stimulus are commonest in Shelley and Spenser, but few English poets are free from it. This is the rajasic<br \/>\nfault in expression. But the fiery stimulus also perverts or hampers the substance. An absence of self-restraint, an unwillingness<br \/>\nto restrict and limit the ideas and imaginations is a sure sign of a rajasic ideality. There is an attempt to exhaust all the possibilities<br \/>\nof the subject, to expand and multiply thoughts and imaginative visions beyond the bounds of the right and permissible. Or else<br \/>\nthe true idea is rejected or fatally anticipated by another which is or seems to be more catching and boldly effective. Keats is<br \/>\n &nbsp;&nbsp;<br \/>\n\t\t\t<\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 25pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n\t\t\t<span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\"><br \/>\n\t\t\t<font color=\"#000000\" size=\"2\">Page \u2013 31<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p> <span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">the principle exemplar of the first tendency, the Elizabethans<br \/>\nof the second. The earlier work of Shakespeare abounds with classical instances. As distinguished from the Greek, English is<br \/>\na pronouncedly rajasic literature and, though there is much in it that is more splendid than almost anything done by the Greeks,\u2014more splendid, not better,\u2014a great deal even of its admired portions are rather rich or meretricious than great and true.<br \/>\n\t\t\t<\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 25pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p> <span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">The perfect inspiration in the intuitive intellect is the sattwic or luminous inspiration, which is disinterested, self-contained,<br \/>\nyet at will noble, rich or vigorous, having its eye only on the right thing to be said and the right way to say it. It does not<br \/>\nallow its perfection to be interfered with by emotion or eagerness, but this does not shut it out from ecstasy and exaltation.<br \/>\nOn the contrary, its delight of self-enjoyment is a purer and more exquisite enthusiasm than that which attends any other<br \/>\ninspiration. It commands and uses emotion without enslaving itself to it. There is indeed a sattwic stimulus which is attached<br \/>\nto its own luminosity, limpidity and steadiness, and avoids richness, force or emotion of a poignant character even when these<br \/>\nare needed and appropriate. The poetry of Matthew Arnold is often though not always of this character. But this is a limited<br \/>\ninspiration. Sattwic as well as rajasic poetry may be written from the uninspired intellect, but the sensational mind never<br \/>\ngives birth to sattwic poetry.<br \/>\n\t\t\t<\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 25pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p> <span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\">One thing has to be added. A poet need not be a reflective<br \/>\ncritic; he need not have the reasoning and analysing intellect and dissect his own poetry. But two things he must have in<br \/>\nsome measure to be perfect, the intuitive judgment which shows him at a glance whether he has got the best or the second-best<br \/>\nidea, the perfect or the imperfect expression and rhythm, and the intuitive reason which shows him without analysis why or<br \/>\nwherein it is best or second-best, perfect or imperfect. These four faculties, revelation or prophecy, inspiration, intuitive judgment<br \/>\nand intuitive reason, are the perfect equipment of genius doing the works of interpretative &amp; creative knowledge.<br \/>\n &nbsp;<br \/>\n\t\t\t<\/span> <\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<p> &nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent: 0pt;line-height: 150%;margin-left: 0pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n\t\t\t<span lang=\"en-gb\" style=\"vertical-align: top\"><br \/>\n\t\t\t<font color=\"#000000\" size=\"2\">Page \u2013 32<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n<p>\t\t\t<\/font><\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Sources of Poetry &nbsp; The swiftness of the muse has been embodied in the image of Pegasus, the heavenly horse of Greek legend; it&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[52],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2624","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-12-essays-divine-and-human","wpcat-52-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2624","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2624"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2624\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2624"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2624"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2624"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}