{"id":3773,"date":"2013-07-13T01:51:08","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:51:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=3773"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:51:08","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:51:08","slug":"07-modern-poetry-vol-03-third-series-1949","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/02-other-editions\/letters-of-sri-aurobindo\/03-third-series-1949\/07-modern-poetry-vol-03-third-series-1949","title":{"rendered":"-07_Modern  Poetry.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"<div align=\"center\">\n<table border=\"0\" width=\"100%\" cellspacing=\"1\" cellpadding=\"2\" style=\"border-collapse: collapse\">\n<tr>\n<td align=\"center\" width=\"100%\" valign=\"top\">\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 4pt;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<b><br \/>\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\" size=\"3\">SECTION  FIVE <\/font><\/p>\n<p><\/b><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 4pt;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<b><br \/>\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">MODERN POETRY <\/font><br \/>\n<\/b><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 4pt;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<b><font face=\"Times New Roman\" size=\"3\"><a name=\"Contemporary_English_Poetry__\"><i>Contemporary English Poetry<\/i><br \/>\n<\/a> <\/font><\/b><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%\">\n<b><br \/>\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\" size=\"3\">(1)<\/font><font face=\"Times New Roman\"><br \/>\n<\/font><\/p>\n<p><\/b><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\"><b><font size=\"5\">I<\/font> ADMIT <\/b>I have not read as much of &quot;modern&quot;<br \/>\n(contemporary) poetry as I should have\u2014but the little I<br \/>\nhave is mostly of the same fundamental quality.<br \/>\nIt is very carefully written and versified, often<br \/>\n<i>recherch\u00e9<\/i> in thought and expression; it lacks only<br \/>\ntwo things, the inspired phrase and inevitable word and the rhythm that keeps a poem<br \/>\nfor ever alive. Speech carefully studied and made<br \/>\nas perfect as it can be without reaching to inspiration verse as good as verse can be without rising to<br \/>\ninspired rhythm\u2014there seem to be an extraordinary number of<br \/>\npoets writing like this in England now. &#8230;. It is not the irregular verses or rhymes that<br \/>\nmatter, one<br \/>\ncan make perfection out of irregularity\u2013it is that<br \/>\nthey write their poetry from the cultured&nbsp; striving mind, not from the elemental soul-<br \/>\npower within.. Not a principle to accept or a method to<br \/>\nimitate! <\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\" align=\"center\">\n\t\t\t<font size=\"2\">Page &#8211; 229<\/font><\/p>\n<hr align=\"justify\">\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<b><a name=\"Contemporary_English_Poetry_-_(2)__\"><font face=\"Times New Roman\" size=\"3\"><i>Contemporary English Poetry<\/i><br \/>\n&#8211;<\/font><font face=\"Times New Roman\"> (2) <\/font><\/p>\n<p><\/a><\/b><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;text-indent: 25pt;margin-top: 8pt;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">It is probably modern (contemporary) English<br \/>\npoetry of which S is thinking. Here I am no expert; but I understand that the turn there is to suppress<br \/>\nemotion, rhetoric, colouring, sentiment and arrive<br \/>\nat something very direct, expressive, recording<br \/>\neither the thing exactly as it is or some intimate<br \/>\nessential truth of the thing without wrapping it<br \/>\nUp in ideas and sentiments, superfluous images and<br \/>\nepithets. It does not look as if all contemporary<br \/>\nEnglish poetry was like that, it is only one strong<br \/>\ntrend; but such as it is, it has not as yet produced<br \/>\nanything very decisive, great or successful. Much<br \/>\nof it seems to be mere flat objectivity or, what is<br \/>\n&quot;Worse, an exaggerated emphatic objectivity; emotion<br \/>\nseems often to be replaced by an intensified vital-<br \/>\nphysical sensation of the object. You will perhaps<br \/>\nunderstand what I mean if you read the poem<br \/>\nquoted on pages 316-17 of the &quot;Parichaya&quot;\u2014<br \/>\n&quot;red pieces of day, hills made of blue and green<br \/>\npaper, Satanic and blas\u00e9, a black goat lookingly wanders&quot;\u2014images expressing<br \/>\nvividly an impression made on the nerves through the sight of the described objects. Admittedly it is\u2014at least when<br \/>\npushed to such a degree\u2014a new way of looking at things in poetry, but not essentially superior to <\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\" align=\"center\">\n\t\t\t<font size=\"2\">Page &#8211; 230<\/font><\/p>\n<hr align=\"justify\">\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">the impressions created on the heart and the<br \/>\nmental imagination by the objects. All the same,<br \/>\nthere is behind, but still not successfully achieved,<br \/>\nthe possibility of a real advance, an attempt to get<br \/>\naway from ornate mental constructions about<br \/>\nthings to the expression of the intimate truth of the<br \/>\nthings themselves as directly seen by a deeper sight<br \/>\nwithin us. Only it seems to me a mistake to theorise<br \/>\nthat only by this kind of technique and in this<br \/>\nparticular way can what is aimed at be done. <\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 8pt;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<b><a name=\"Contemporary_English_Poetry_-_(3)__\"><font face=\"Times New Roman\" size=\"3\"><i>Contemporary English Poetry<\/i><br \/>\n&#8211;<\/font><font face=\"Times New Roman\"> (3) <\/font><\/p>\n<p><\/a><\/b><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">Somebody said of modernist poetry that it could<br \/>\nbe understood only by the writer himself and<br \/>\nappreciated by a few friends who pretended to understand it. That is because the ideas, images, symbols<br \/>\ndo not follow the line of the intellect, its logic or<br \/>\nits intuitive connections, but are pushed out on the<br \/>\nmind from some obscure subliminal depth or mist-<br \/>\nhung shallow; they have connections of their own<br \/>\nwhich are not those of the surface intelligence.<br \/>\nOne has to read them not with the intellect but<br \/>\nwith the solar plexus, try not to understand but<br \/>\nfeel the meaning. The surrealist poetry is the<br \/>\nextreme  of this  kind\u2014you  remember  our <\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\" align=\"center\">\n\t\t\t<font size=\"2\">Page &#8211; 231<\/font><\/p>\n<hr align=\"justify\">\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">Surrealist B&#8217;s question: &quot;Why do you want poetry<br \/>\nto have a meaning?&quot; Of course you can put an<br \/>\nintellectual explanation on the thing, but then<br \/>\nyou destroy its poetical appeal. Very great poetry<br \/>\ncan be written in that way from the subliminal depths, e.g. Mallarm\u00e9, but it<br \/>\nneeds a supreme power of expression, like Blake&#8217;s or Mallarm\u00e9&#8217;s, to make it truly powerful and convincing, and there<br \/>\nmust be sincerity of experience and significant<br \/>\nrhythm. <\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\" style=\"line-height: 150%;text-indent: 25pt;margin-top: 3pt;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">2-8-1943<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%\">\n<b><br \/>\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\" size=\"3\"><a name=\"Latest_Trend_in_English_Poetry__\"><i>Latest Trend in English Poetry<\/i><br \/>\n<\/a> <\/font><br \/>\n<\/b><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">THE latest craze in England is either for intellectual<br \/>\nquintessence or sensations of life, while any emotional and ideal element in poetry is considered as<br \/>\na<br \/>\ndeadly sin. But beautiful poetry remains beautiful poetry even if it is not in the current style. And<br \/>\nafter all, Yeats and AE are still there in spite of this<br \/>\nnew fashion of the last one or two decades. <\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\" align=\"center\">\n\t\t\t<font size=\"2\">Page &#8211; 232<\/font><\/p>\n<hr>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<b><br \/>\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\" size=\"3\"><a name=\"Modern_Art_and_Poetry__\"><i>Modern Art and Poetry<\/i><br \/>\n<\/a> <\/font><\/p>\n<p><\/b><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">NOT only are there no boundaries left in some arts<br \/>\n(like poetry of the ultra-modem schools or painting) but no foundations and no Art either. I am<br \/>\nreferring to the modernist painters and to the extra-<br \/>\nordinary verbal jazz which is nowadays often put forward as poetry. .. <\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;text-indent: 25pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">Modern Art opines that beauty is functional!<br \/>\nthat is, whatever serves its function or serves a true<br \/>\npurpose is artistic and beautiful\u2014for instance, if<br \/>\na clerk produces a neat copy of an official letter with-<br \/>\nout mistakes, the clerk and his copy are both of them<br \/>\nworks of art and beautiful!.. <\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\" style=\"line-height: 150%;text-indent: 25pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\" style=\"line-height: 150%;text-indent: 25pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">March, 1935 <\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%\">\n<b><br \/>\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\" size=\"3\"><a name=\"Surrealist_Poetry__\"><i>Surrealist Poetry<\/i><br \/>\n<\/a> <\/font><\/p>\n<p><\/b><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 4pt\">\n<b><br \/>\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\" size=\"3\">(1)<\/font><font face=\"Times New Roman\"><br \/>\n<\/font><\/p>\n<p><\/b><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">I REALLY can&#8217;t tell you what surrealism is, because<br \/>\nit is something\u2014at least the word is\u2014quite new and<br \/>\nI have neither read the reliable theorists of the<br \/>\nschool nor much of their poetry. What I picked up <\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\" align=\"center\">\n\t\t\t<font size=\"2\">Page &#8211; 233<\/font><\/p>\n<hr align=\"justify\">\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">on the way was through reviews and quotations,<br \/>\nthe upshot being that it is a poetry based on the<br \/>\ndream-consciousness, but I don&#8217;t know if this is<br \/>\ncorrect or merely an English critic&#8217;s idea of it. The<br \/>\ninclusion of Baudelaire and Val\u00e9ry seems to indicate something wider than that. But the word is.<br \/>\nof quite recent origin and nobody spoke formerly<br \/>\nof Baudelaire as a surrealist or even of Mallarm\u00e9.<br \/>\nMallarm\u00e9 was supposed to be the founder of a new<br \/>\ntrend of poetry, impressionist and symbolist, followed<br \/>\nin varying degrees and not by any means in the<br \/>\nsame way by Verlaine and Rimbaud, both of them<br \/>\npoets of great fame. Verlaine is certainly a great<br \/>\npoet and people now say Rimbaud also, but I have<br \/>\nnever come across his poetry except in extracts.<br \/>\nThis strain has developed in Val\u00e9ry and other noted writers of today. It seems<br \/>\nthat all these are now claimed as part of or the origin of the surrealist<br \/>\nmovement. But I cannot say what are the exact boundaries or who comes in where.<br \/>\nIn any case,. surrealism is part of an increasing attempt of the European mind<br \/>\nto escape from the surface consciousness (in poetry as well as in painting and in<br \/>\nthought) and grope after a deeper truth of things<br \/>\nwhich is not on the surface. The dream-conscious-<br \/>\nness as it is called\u2014meaning not merely what we<br \/>\nSee in dreams, but the inner consciousness in which <\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\" align=\"center\">\n\t\t\t<font size=\"2\">Page &#8211; 234<\/font><\/p>\n<hr align=\"justify\">\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">we get into contact with deeper worlds which<br \/>\nunderlie, influence and to some extent explain much<br \/>\nin our lives, what the psychologists call the subliminal or the subconscient (the latter a very ambiguous phrase)\u2014offers the first road of escape and<br \/>\nthe surrealists seem to be trying to force it. My<br \/>\nimpression is that there is much fumbling and that<br \/>\nmore often it is certain obscure and not always very<br \/>\nsafe layers that are tapped. That accounts for the<br \/>\nnote of diabolism that comes in in Baudelaire, in<br \/>\nRimbaud also, I believe, and in certain ugly elements in English surrealist poetry and painting.<br \/>\nBut this is only an impression. <\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;text-indent: 25pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">N&#8217;s poetry (what he writes now) is from the<br \/>\ndream-consciousness, no doubt about that. My<br \/>\nlabelling him as surrealist is partly\u2014though not<br \/>\naltogether\u2014a joke. How far it applies depends on.<br \/>\nwhat the real aim and theory of the surrealist<br \/>\nschool may be. Obscurity and unintelligibility are<br \/>\nnot the essence of any poetry and\u2014except for<br \/>\nunconscious or semi-conscious humorists like<br \/>\nDadaists\u2014cannot be its aim or principle. True dream-<br \/>\npoetry (let us call it so for the nonce) has and must<br \/>\nalways have a meaning and a coherence. But it<br \/>\nmay very well be obscure or seem meaningless to<br \/>\nthose who take their stand on the surface or<br \/>\n&quot;waking&quot; mind and accept only its links and logic- <\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\" align=\"center\">\n\t\t\t<font size=\"2\">Page &#8211; 235<\/font><\/p>\n<hr align=\"justify\">\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">Dream-poetry is usually full of images, visions,<br \/>\nsymbols that seek to strike at things too deep for the<br \/>\nordinary means of expression. N does not deliberately make his poems obscure; he writes what comes<br \/>\nthrough from the source he has tapped and does<br \/>\nnot interfere with its flow by his own mental volition.<br \/>\nIn many modernist poets there may be labour and<br \/>\na deliberate posturing, but it is not so in his case.<br \/>\nI interpret his poems because he wants me to do it,<br \/>\nbut I have always told him that an intellectual<br \/>\nrendering narrows the meaning\u2014it has to be seen<br \/>\nand felt, not thought out. Thinking it out may<br \/>\ngive a satisfaction and an appearance of mental<br \/>\nlogicality, but the deeper sense and sequence can<br \/>\nonly be apprehended by an inner sense. I myself<br \/>\ndo not try to find out the meaning of his poems, I<br \/>\ntry to feel what they mean in vision and experience<br \/>\nand then render into mental terms. This is a special<br \/>\nland of poetry and has to be dealt with according to<br \/>\nits kind and nature. There is a sequence, a logic,<br \/>\na design in them, but not one that can satisfy the<br \/>\nmore rigid law of the logical intelligence. <\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;text-indent: 25pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">About Housman&#8217;s theory: it is not merely an<br \/>\nappeal to emotion that he posits as the test of pure<br \/>\npoetry; he deliberately says that pure poetry does<br \/>\nnot bother about intellectual meaning at all, it is<br \/>\nto the intellect nonsense. He says that the<\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\" align=\"center\">\n\t\t\t<font size=\"2\">Page &#8211; 236<\/font><\/p>\n<hr align=\"justify\">\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">interpretations of Blake&#8217;s famous poems rather spoil<br \/>\nthem\u2014they appeal better without being dissected<br \/>\nin that way. His theory is questionable, but that<br \/>\nis what it comes to; he is wrong in using the word<br \/>\n&quot;nonsense&quot; and perhaps in speaking of pure and<br \/>\nimpure poetry. All the same, to Blake and to writers<br \/>\nof the dream-consciousness, his rejection of<b><br \/>\n<\/b>the<b><br \/>\n<\/b>intellectual standard is quite applicable. <\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\" style=\"line-height: 150%;text-indent: 25pt;margin-top: 4pt\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">12-2-1937 <\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top:8pt;margin-bottom:0\">\n<i><br \/>\n<b><br \/>\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\" size=\"3\"><a name=\"Surrealist_Poetry_-_(2)__\"><br \/>\nSurrealist Poetry &#8211; (2) <\/a> <\/font><\/p>\n<p><\/b><\/p>\n<p><\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;text-indent: 25pt;margin-top: 5pt;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">About your points regarding surrealism: <\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;text-indent: 25pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">(1) If the surrealist dream-experiences are flat\u00bb<br \/>\npointless or ugly, it must be because they penetrate<br \/>\nonly as far as the &quot;subconscious&quot; physical and<br \/>\n&quot;subconscious&quot; vital dream layers which are the<br \/>\nstrata nearest to the surface. Dream-consciousness<br \/>\nis a vast world in which there are a multitude of<br \/>\nprovinces and kingdoms, but ordinary dreamers<br \/>\nfor the most part penetrate consciously only to<br \/>\nthese first layers which belong to what may properly<br \/>\nbe called the subconscious belt. When they pass.<br \/>\ninto deeper sleep regions, their recording surface<br \/>\ndream-mind becomes unconscious and no longer <\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\" align=\"center\">\n\t\t\t<font size=\"2\">Page &#8211; 237<\/font><\/p>\n<hr align=\"justify\">\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">gives any transcript of what is seen and experienced<br \/>\nthere; or else in coming back these experiences of<br \/>\nthe deeper strata fade away and are quite forgotten<br \/>\nbefore one reaches the waking state. But when<br \/>\nthere is a stronger dream-capacity, or the dream-<br \/>\nstate becomes more conscious, then one is aware of<br \/>\nthese deeper experiences and can bring back a<br \/>\ntranscript which<b> <\/b> is sometimes a clear record, sometimes a hieroglyph, but in either case possessed of<br \/>\na considerable interest and significance. <\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;text-indent: 25pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">(2) It is only the subconscious belt that is chaotic<br \/>\nin its dream sequences; for its transcriptions are<br \/>\nfantastic and often mixed, combining a jumble of<br \/>\ndifferent elements: some play with impressions from<br \/>\nthe past, some translate outward touches pressing<br \/>\nOn the sleep-mind; most are fragments from successive<br \/>\ndream experiences that are not really part of<br \/>\none connected experience\u2014as if a gramophone<br \/>\nrecord were to be made up of snatches of different<br \/>\nsongs all jumbled together. The vital dreams even<br \/>\nin the subconscious range are often coherent in<br \/>\nthemselves and only seem incoherent to the waking<br \/>\nintelligence because the logic and law of their<br \/>\nsequences is different from the logic and law which<br \/>\nthe physical reason imposes on the incoherences of<br \/>\nphysical life. But if one gets the guiding clue and<br \/>\nif one has some dream-experience and dream-insight, <\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\" align=\"center\">\n\t\t\t<font size=\"2\">Page &#8211; 238<\/font><\/p>\n<hr align=\"justify\">\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">then it is possible to seize the links of the sequences and make out the significance, often very<br \/>\nprofound or very striking, both of the detail and of<br \/>\nthe whole. Deeper in, we come to perfectly coherent<br \/>\ndreams recording the experience of the inner vital<br \/>\nand inner mental planes; there are also true psychic<br \/>\ndreams\u2014the latter usually are of a great beauty.<br \/>\nSome of these mental or vital plane dream-experiences, however, are symbolic, very many in fact,<br \/>\nand can only be understood if one is familiar with<br \/>\nor gets the clue to the symbols. <\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;text-indent: 25pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">(3) It depends on the nature of the dream. If<br \/>\nthey are of the right kind, they need no aid of<br \/>\nimagination to be converted into poetry. If they are<br \/>\nsignificant, imagination in the sense of a free use of<br \/>\nmental invention might injure their truth and<br \/>\nmeaning\u2014unless of course the imagination is of the<br \/>\nnature of an inspired vision coming from the same<br \/>\nplane and filling out or reconstructing the recorded<br \/>\nexperience so as to bring out the Truth held in it<br \/>\nmore fully than the dream transcript could do; for<br \/>\na dream record is usually compressed and often hastily selective. <\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;text-indent: 25pt;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">(4) The word &#8216;psyche&#8217; is used by most people to<br \/>\nmean anything belonging to the inner mind, vital<br \/>\nor physical, though the true psyche is different from<br \/>\nthese things. Poetry does come from these sources <\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\" align=\"center\">\n\t\t\t<font size=\"2\">Page &#8211; 239<\/font><\/p>\n<hr align=\"justify\">\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">or even from the superconscient sometimes; but<b><br \/>\n<\/b>it<b><br \/>\n<\/b>does not come usually through the form of dreams; it comes either through word-vision or through<br \/>\nconscious vision and imagery whether in a fully<br \/>\nwaking or an inward drawn state: the latter may<br \/>\ngo so far as to be a state of samadhi\u2014<i>swapna samadhi.<\/i> In all these cases it is vision rather than<br \/>\ndream that is the imaging power. Dreams also can<br \/>\nbe made a material for poetry; but everyone who<br \/>\ndreams or has visions or has a flow of images can<br \/>\nnot by that fact be a poet. To say that a predisposition and discipline are<br \/>\nneeded to bring them to light in the form of written words is merely a way of<br \/>\nsaying that it is not enough to be a dreamer, one must have the poetic faculty<br \/>\nand some training\u2014unless the surrealists mean by this statement<br \/>\nsomething else than what the words naturally<br \/>\nsignify. What is possible, however, is that by going<br \/>\ninto the inner (what is usually called the subliminal)<br \/>\nconsciousness\u2014this is not really subconscious but<br \/>\na veiled or occult consciousness\u2014or getting some-<br \/>\nhow into contact with it, one not originally a poet<br \/>\ncan awake to poetic inspiration and power. No<br \/>\npoetry can be written without access to some source<br \/>\nof inspiration. Mere recording of dreams or images or even visions could never be sufficient, unless it<br \/>\nis a poetic inspiration that records them with the <\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\" align=\"center\">\n\t\t\t<font size=\"2\">Page &#8211; 240<\/font><\/p>\n<hr align=\"justify\">\n<p align=\"justify\" style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">right use of words and rhythm bringing out their<br \/>\npoetic substance. On the other hand, I am bound<br \/>\nto admit that among the records of dream-experiences even from people unpractised in writing,<br \/>\nI have met with a good many that read like a brilliant and colourful poetry which does hit\u2014satisfying<br \/>\nHousman&#8217;s test\u2014the solar plexus. So much I can<br \/>\nconcede to the surrealist theory; but if they say on<br \/>\nthat basis that all can with a little training turn<br \/>\nthemselves into poets\u2014well, one needs a little more<br \/>\nproof before one can accept so wide a statement. <\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%;text-indent: 25pt;margin-top: 4pt;margin-bottom: 0\">\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">13-2-1937 <\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 150%;margin-top: 0;margin-bottom: 0\" align=\"center\">\n\t\t\t<font size=\"2\">Page &#8211; 241<\/font><\/p>\n<p>\t\t\t<\/font><\/b><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>SECTION FIVE MODERN POETRY Contemporary English Poetry (1) I ADMIT I have not read as much of &quot;modern&quot; (contemporary) poetry as I should have\u2014but the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[100],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3773","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-03-third-series-1949","wpcat-100-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3773","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=3773"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3773\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3773"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3773"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3773"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}