Summer has arrived with today's solstice! And, oddly, the sun is actually shining, the pale roses are wild and full on the trellis, and Wimbledon is soon to begin. All seems well. There is even a great new summer pop song, from Hot Chip, called 'Motion Sickness', which is a wonderful mix of Motown and OMD. Eyewear wishes you all a great summer.
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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I thought that the summer solstice started tomorrow so thanks for giving us the correct date!
Best wishes from Simon