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Put aside your fear, laborious poet of the days,
learn what you’re asking about and
hear my words with your mind.
– Ovid, in Fasti
When I first started writing (and reading) poetry at dVerse, someone suggested I obtain a copy of, “How to Read a Poem: and Fall in Love with Poetry,” by Edward Hirsch. I obtained it right away and did make an earnest attempt to read through it cover to cover. At some point the book was moved to a less-than-prime grabbing position; but before it was I took a look at, “The Glossary and the Pleasure of the Text” at the back of the book. What a treasure trove at my fingertips! Thank you to whomever made the recommendation.
I decided for the prompt today to let my fingers do the walking through Mr. Hirsch’s “glossary and…” until something “hit.” One word that jumped from the page was “vatic.” He says it means, “inspired with the power of prophesy.”
Merriam-Webster says:
Some people say only thin lines separate poetry, prophecy, and madness. We don’t know if that’s generally true, but it is in the case of vatic. The adjective derives directly from the Latin word vates, meaning “seer” or “prophet.” But that Latin root is, in turn, distantly related to the Old English wōth, meaning “poetry,” the Old High German wuot, meaning “madness,” and the Old Irish fáith, meaning both “seer” and “poet.”
Hirsch goes on to say that, “The vatic impulse is signaled in poetry whenever a poet speaks in a prophetic voice beyond the social realm.”
A.E. Stallings said that, “Virgil’s works were … used in the Middle Ages for prophesy by the picking out of verses at random…. but that, “The contemporary poet has largely eschewed any claim to the ‘vatic,’ a mantle many poets a generation or three ago aspired to.”
Donald Hall said, “A premise: within every human being there is the vatic voice. Vates was the Greek word for the inspired bard, speaking the words of a god… We must find ways to let this voice speak. We want to get loose, we want to regress in the service of the ego, we want to become as children. We want to do this not only to make poems, or to invent a new theory of linguistics, but because it feels good, because it is healthy and therapeutic, because it helps us to understand ourselves and to be able to love other people. I think, I truly think, that to clear the passageway to the insides of ourselves, to allow the vatic voice to speak through us, is the ultimate goal to which [humans] must address themselves. It is what to live for, it is what to live by.”
How many times have you felt like someone or something else wrote your poem and you were merely the transmitter? I think this is what we become receptive to and is meant by the vatic voice. I want you to think for a moment how you got to a place where the words were pouring out. Is it a time of day? A mood you’re feeling? A topic you’re passionate about to write on? Is it something you don’t want to examine too closely for fear it will fly away? Has that spark or impetus changed over time? I found the following poem quite entertaining on the subject of my last question:
Art
By Sydney Lea
—for Fleda
It seems so different art that moves me now
From the sort of art I longed for long ago
Soaring Vatic Agon
I waited yesterday on the unsure shoulder
Of a drenched back road From my car I could behold
Our highway agent Gordon
Fill a rut with a spade climb up on his grader
And smooth things smooth as the top of a kitchen table
There were frost heaves by the score
And culverts clotted shut by April floods
So it was brilliant what Gordon did with mud
On Wallace Hill Pure mire
Out there The road goes narrow as a needle
On which you might wonder could dance how many angels
I don’t care I didn’t
No earthly need to summon spirits daemons
No sign of them at all Nor would I dream one
I might have once but wouldn’t
Nor gyre nor golem Nor great Leviathan
Nor djinn Nor fiend Nor signifying wind
Nor Elementargeist
That lingering in that lane might make me conjure
I had to get somewhere and fetch my daughter
To bring her home Sweet Christ
She might be standing in that mix of sleet
And ugly rain which called for Gordon’s art
I’m trying to be a grownup
Better late than never I suppose
Or am I only jaded I don’t know
It was as though I’d shown up
Just to see him wield his spade and blade out there
It kept me from surmising some furor
divinis Why should I bother
Now that I moved on thanks be to Gordon
Who signaled with his thumb for me to pass him
He pulled the grader over
Yes give me something useful here I said
Impromptu In my car it sounded odd
To say it now sounds different
I hope that Gordon watched me yesterday
As I signaled back I’d never have made my way
Without a skillful agent
I hope he saw me wave
As a recap, the vatic voice of a poet is one that is infused with spirit that comes from another place. That voice has been regarded by some as a sign of divine transmission and by others as a sign of madness.
Here’s the challenge today. Write a poem, any form, about the vatic voice. It could be speaking as a God to a poet. It could be a poet receiving a message. It could be a poem of prophesy. It could be about one others regard as mad by their words. It could be you invoking the vatic voice. After you’ve chosen your perspective and completed your poem, I would like you to say a few words about the process you went through and how it felt.
If you are new, here’s how to join in:
*Write a poem (in any form) in response to the challenge.
*Enter a link directly to your poem and your name by clicking Mr Linky below and remember to check the little box to accept the use/privacy policy.
*You will find links to other poets and more will join, so check back later to read their poems.
*Read and comment on other poets’ work–we all come here to have our poems read.
*Please link back to dVerse from your site/blog.
*Have fun!
Sources:
Dvorak, Franz image: The angel of the birds (1910)
Hall, Donald (1969) “The Vatic Voice: Waiting and Listening,” first appeared in the Fall 1969 issue of Michigan Quarterly Review.
Hirsch, Edward (1999,) How to Read a Poem: and Fall in Love with Poetry, p. 319
Lea, Sydney, “Art” from I Was Thinking of Beauty. Copyright © 2013
Merriam-Webster. (n.d.). Vatic. In Merriam-Webster.com dictionary.
Stallings, A.E., Poetry Foundation, Poetry and Prophesy, published 11/26/07
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Hello… let me have a glass of wine please… I don’t know what I wrote, so it was probably someone else guiding my hands.
msjadeli said:
Okay, Bjorn, what kind of wine would you like?
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Something red perhaps
msjadeli said:
Here is a nice glass of Roscoto Rosso Dolce. Sounds good I think I’ll have one of those also. Cheers!
merrildsmith said:
😏
msjadeli said:
Greetings Poets! Today is poetics day and I am hosting, ready to serve up your favorite liquid refreshments. Really looking forward to seeing what everyone comes up with for the prompt.
merrildsmith said:
An interesting prompt, I’ve definitely had this experience. I’ll have to ponder.
My daughters once sang part of this duet in a recital.
msjadeli said:
Can’t wait to hear what bubbles up for you Merril. I think this duet is one of the prettiest things my ears have ever heard. She must be good to be able to sing those notes!
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kim881 said:
Good evening all! We are just still recovering from our horrendous weekend. The Internet is still a little unreliable – fingers crossed it won’t drop out this evening. The vatic voice is familiar. 😉
msjadeli said:
Hey there, Kim. Glad you got through the weekend and hope the internet straightens out soon. I have heard your vatic voice once or twice, Kim 😉 You and she are well-acquainted.
kim881 said:
🙂
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Dora said:
Lisa, I’m reaching deep within for my vatic voice and my fear is it won’t be there. Still, I’m reaching for some Dutch courage so what do you recommend that I may find my vatic fill? It’s five o’clock somewhere, right?! (Truly irresistible prompt by the way!)
msjadeli said:
Dora, I can’t answer that for you! I think you have at least a day or two to link up to Mr. Linky, so let it rest and maybe you’ll have a dream about it tonight? So glad you find the prompt irresistible 🙂
Dora said:
😉
robtkistner said:
Great prompt Lisa, thank you! Prophetical pontification is one of my hobbies — oft times an annoying one I’m sure. But, it’s my nature. So I’ll just have fun doing what comes naturally… 😉 Looking forward to reading the other dVerseprophets.
msjadeli said:
You are so welcome, Rob, and I know your vatic voice well. Looking forward to see what springs forth 🙂
rothpoetry said:
An excellent choice of prompt Lisa! New, but not new! We poets have been prophesying for ever!! Just a more focused and concentrated effort this time. I will see what emerges from the galaxies and dark holes of the mind!
Dwight
msjadeli said:
Exactly, Dwight, on the new but not new. It’s what poets do! Can’t wait to see what starlight and shadows spring forth 🙂
rothpoetry said:
Well I tried something very different for me!
msjadeli said:
Just read it, Dwight. Potent Poetry!
rothpoetry said:
Thank you Lisa!
msjadeli said:
You’re welcome.
calmkate said:
Great prompt Lisa, so ‘different’ … might take me a while to connect my direct line but I will be joining in, thanks
msjadeli said:
Good to know, Kate, the prompt linky stays live for at least a couple of days.
calmkate said:
lol just posted it Lisa … the muse was closer than I thought
msjadeli said:
She was probably looking over your shoulder 🙂
calmkate said:
in my heart waiting to be released 🙂
peterfrankiswrites said:
Marvellous challenging prompt Lisa. Not feeling the spirit this morning. Maybe after some coffee.
msjadeli said:
Thanks, Peter, I was hoping you would like the prompt. Coffee is a sure spirit enhancer in my experience.
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memadtwo said:
Jade, you’re channeling the Oracle! (K)
msjadeli said:
She had her way 🙂
-Eugenia said:
An excellent prompt, Lisa! I’ll have to ponder this one to see what I can come up with. I’ll have a glass of that Roscoto Rosso Dolce you suggested for Bjorn.
msjadeli said:
::::pouring:::: Here ya go, Eugi. Looking forward to seeing what you come up with. Cheers!
-Eugenia said:
🍷
Mother Wintermoon said:
Great prompt! Thank you for hosting. 🥰
msjadeli said:
Thank you and glad you like it, MW.
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Xan said:
I like the prompt. I did a humorous one, but may come back for more. I’ve touched on the theme of Cassandra, my namesake, a lot in my work, so it’s right up my alley.
msjadeli said:
Happy you joined in on the prompt, Alexandra. Heading off to read it right now.
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-Eugenia said:
I didn’t make it in time for Mr. Linky but here is my take. Have a great day, everyone. https://amanpan.blog/2020/10/01/last-night/