Sad news. The German science fiction icon, Eva Pflug, has died. Her ultra-modern TV series, Space Patrol, which began the year of my birth, 1966, was the Star Trek of Germany, with all that entails. I didn't know of the show at the time, of course, but came across it 30 years later, in 1996, when I was working for a TV production company in Montreal, Canada, that had been hired to translate the series into English, for possible broadcast on a dedicated science fiction channel in the US. I did some work on the show, and got to know her work then. This retro-memory, like most kitsch, leaves a bitter-sweet taste. Now, 12 years later, 30 seems as far away as some interstellar planetoid - and as likely. Time bends, indeed.
When you open your mouth to speak, are you smart? A funny question from a great song, but also, a good one, when it comes to poets, and poetry. We tend to have a very ambiguous view of intelligence in poetry, one that I'd say is dysfunctional. Basically, it goes like this: once you are safely dead, it no longer matters how smart you were. For instance, Auden was smarter than Yeats , but most would still say Yeats is the finer poet; Eliot is clearly highly intelligent, but how much of Larkin 's work required a high IQ? Meanwhile, poets while alive tend to be celebrated if they are deemed intelligent: Anne Carson, Geoffrey Hill , and Jorie Graham , are all, clearly, very intelligent people, aside from their work as poets. But who reads Marianne Moore now, or Robert Lowell , smart poets? Or, Pound ? How smart could Pound be with his madcap views? Less intelligent poets are often more popular. John Betjeman was not a very smart poet, per se. What do I mean by smart?
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