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Andrée Chedid, Anne Teyssiéras, Charles Olson, French poetry, Heather Dohollau, Jeannine Baude, Michael Bishop, velleity, volition
‘Art does not seek to describe but to enact.’ Charles Olson
Welcome poets, today we’ll delve into one of underpinnings in the art of poetry, specifically, the role of volition and velleity. Volition is the act of willing, choosing, or resolving. Velleity is a wish or inclination that is not strong enough to be acted upon. Is a poem an action or an expression of desire without action? How are volition and velleity illustrated within poetry? These questions arise at the philosophical base of the purpose of art; your response to them is part of what makes your work uniquely yours, part of what delineates your writer invariant.
Some tools that build a sense of volition or velleity in poetry include voice, diction, persona, style, tone, enjambment, artifice (or sincerity). How does voice indicate power dynamics or influence political potency? Are some voices marginalized within the cannon? What is the efficacy of poetry as a call to action? The illustrating poems that follow will give us a glimpse. They are only the beginning of the path that each poet defines in their own work, sometimes traversing both roads in order to more effectively create an impact.
In her poem Trials of the Written (extrait), Andrée Chedid elaborates these ideas:
Faced with this mat, level, often rebellious surface, how can one believe or hope that by dint of words, erasures, surges and relapses, a meaning, perhaps, will pierce through, reducing some darkness or other, unraveling some vague skein?
Embrace poetry in the broadest way; in the etymological sense of the word.
Then, it becomes an “act” it becomes a “work.” Poetry entering, its fists full, its gaze brimming, full-breathed, into life; to better seize it, to build differently.
She goes further, calls poets to, ‘Give a charge to words so that they may bind us to the mystery of life. Question language so that we may queried in turn by it. . . Words confront one another, contradictions are wedded, so that the combustions, the sinuosities, the aerial movements, buried deep within us, may emerge.’
I write to see . . .
by Heather Dohollau
I write to see what remains outside, coming
to rest against the window of the text. The
almost forgotten, attracted by a word, a color,
air. From a place I have turned away from
to look elsewhere. The eternal backcloth,
eternally before me.
The voice rises . . .
by Anne Teyssiéras
The voice rises merely to attain
an absence of color
Beneath the sooty archway
A drowned forest surges forth
Fingers let go
Blackness sweeps through foliage
The plung begins where the thrust leaves off
Finally I share the work of Jeannine Baude, who exquisitely captures the construction of meaning, the liminality of poetry, and the desire to enact:
I have sought so much . . .
I have sought so much
in the music of words
the unnameable
the furtive rustle
between a scorched beach
and the running water that holds
the face of the gods
in its over-ripe
palms
*All works were translated from the French by Michael Bishop
The pilgrimage of the poet, deeper into the meaning of their own work, of the role of poetry within their cultural context, is a long and potentially anfractuous journey. There may be times when your poetry is a reflection of your own state of being, a mere whisper of passion on the wind and others when it roars with the fire of action in the world. I am asking you to consider these questions and these concepts then you will write a poem that expresses one or the other, addresses the abstract ideas directly, or rewrites an existing poem illustrating volition or velleity and changes some aspect(s) to reflect the opposite.
To participate:
• Copy the direct link to the URL and paste it, along with your name, in the Mr. Linky at the bottom of this post.
• Engage in community building, a primary principle here at the pub, by investigating the work of others, reading and commenting. One of the best ways to become a better poet is to read and reflect on the work of your peers. Please provide positive, constructive feedback and appreciation. It’s how we show respect for one another at the pub.
• Share your work and that of others on your social networks. Encourage other poets to join us here at the pub.
smiles…anna…you’re surely stretching our poetic muscles… volition and velleity…two new words for me as well…had to look them up first…and wow… this was a big challenge… not sure if mine really meets the bill… i wrote it like a blind man with both hands on the wall to find the way….so… smiles… happy thursday everyone…
Smiles, it is good to stretch and I thought you hit the nail on the head beautifully with your response. I am excited to be here. I’m still writing my piece as time has been such a challenge lately. I’ll be out on the trail in a little while.
ha. you even comment poetically claudia…smiles.
an interesting exercise….and i like the questions you ask…i think while i have written poems with a bit more fiery passion, this one speaks a bit of the heart that resonates with many of the pieces that i write…will be interesting to see what people will bring to the pub today…
I’m really looking forward to the responses. The diversity of interpretation promises to be engaging and surprising!
be back once i get the kids out to catch up with everyone…
Hi Anna,
I felt my way through this as well … re-reading what I had written yesterday..and it seemed to quality as a poem about the theme of volition…without too much of a stretch….as if I had esp? This is an excellent challenge..hope all have a good weekend….
Haha, the synchronicity of thought. Wonderful to hear it worked out for you.
I think this is a very nice way of thinking.. I usually want to tell a story in my poetry (I write short fiction too), and this calls for being more of an observer… I’m not sure I did it right, but it was great questions to ask yourself.
I don’t believe in a right or wrong way so I’m simply excited that you’ve gotten something out of asking the questions.
Well, I am getting a hang of this now. This made me analyse my work. This poem that I am posting in essence reflects me…Just want that people know the pain or others and think it as their own. Hope so, it becomes a reality.
Thankyou!!
Yes, chosing sincerity, our authentic voice, can be a powerful tool and a path to empathetic understanding.
Thanks, Anna. Today’s poem is about why I write. – mosk
really like how you gave the poem a voice and personality mosk
I look forward to it.
ah’ight den… after a quick trip to the university, where I found an English major who somewhat understood Anna’s instructions, I gave this a whirl. The young coed confused me almost as much as Anna did, but I enjoyed the fact she kept calling me Bubba, and her cute little laugh was charming; I especially liked it when she’d giggle then say, “You are such a ca-yute lil ol’ mayun.”
I might be in love.
haha… this is lovely indeed… smiles
Thought it might take some of the edge off the poem.
Haha, I’ll be around to read it in a bit. I still haven’t finished my piece.
okey dokey poets… just coming back from a business trip and signing off for today… read ’til viv’s and will catch up in the AM… have fun writing and reading…good stuff out on the trail… and thanks anna for tending bar..
alright…back in and playing catch up…got pullled into a meeting after school and just resurfacing….
Interesting question. I have an old piece which is very much on the side of volition, so have posted that and linked to it. Off to run my rl writers’ group now, so will get back to others’ posts some hours later. 🙂
have fun at your writing group rosemary
I’m headed your way soon.
I applaud your engagement, Anna, in more ways than one! I reveal little here because I kept it on an intellectual level–I minored in philosophy as an undergrad and loved it. However, I think my slip is showing a bit, my spiritual juggling to find the truth.
Thank you kindly Susan :). I look forward to reading your work!
alright, good night poets….
sleep well bri…
up and reading with a cup of coffee in hand… good morning…smiles
I was all tuckered out after writing my version of the prompt last night and had no energy left to visit as by then it was midnight over here. I never like to read others before I write, for fear of being influenced or even subconscious ‘stealing’.
Such hard work Anna, you know how to stretch us, don’t you?
Time to repay the intelligent readings. It never fails to surprise me with what care people read. Thank you all. I will do my best now, although I am always a touch embarrassed about not quite being able to express how others’ poetry affects me.
Commenting is an art, and some are masters at it.
I will be taking a poet friend from Singapore around Rocky Mountain National Park today! If I haven’t commented yet I will be around later this evening (MT) or early tomorrow morning. I’ve enjoyed all the great responses so far.
Ah! came here finally. Well, I hope I have served up well!
I had to look up the words… I still do not understand what they mean. I wrote hoping I will hit not too far off… 🙂