Monday, April 15, 2024

Arts and Animals: Poems by David Campbell



 Arts and Animals: Poems by David Campbell

Goose River Press, 2022 95 pages $14.95

Review by Off the Shelf Correspondent Denise Provost

Especially in Somerville, many will recognize David Campbell’s extraordinary paintings of local scenes. Campbell’s hyper-realistic scenes of our post-industrial landscape are easy to recognize. His subjects, often painted from rooftops, include defunct factories, dingy streets, wire-crossed horizons, moody skies. Have you looked at Campbell’s painting of Everett Avenue, which hangs in Somerville City Hall – doesn’t it take your breath away?

Campbell’s brilliant paintings have overshadowed his accomplishments as a poet. The poems of Arts and Animals demonstrate the same clear vision and dedication to craft that radiate from Campbell’s canvases. His two chosen arts inform each other in highly satisfying ways.

Some of Campbell’s poems observe the act of painting. In “The Art Life,” we are taken on a journey of growth and disappointment: Ambition came home from the marketplace. Its narrator recollects the doors/I was ushered into and out of. Ultimately, direction shifts:

Ambition is at home

contemplating a plain wall and a window

among trains and loading docks

in a warehouse district

I tend my own house of wares

my light industry.

Expanding on this theme in “Ambition is a Crop,” the poet describes his work this way:

My job freeze-frames/the planet in its tracks/grinds halts/to time’s continuum/for shing moments/across Somerville and Cambridge.

Other Campbell poems are conventionally ekphrastic – a term taken from the Greek language, referring to poems about other works of art. From them, we can picture a fall of puppet-wire rain, in a print by Hiroshige; almost see how “the two Vermeers muse quietly/in their tiny halls of mirrors….” Yet in these poems, Campbell also reveals much about his own philosophy of art – and of life, the two seemingly inseparable for him. The wry “Rembrandt Self-Portrait” interrogates the artist to reveal his motive force, receiving as its answer: The visual is everything/or else why paint?

In the marvelous “Colmar,” Campbell describes the history and details of Grunewald’s spectacular Isenheim altarpiece. Unflinchingly, he links the pests and famines/and flames of God’s Gothic will to the present horrors of our epidemic wars. Then, musing on the depiction of malign beings

Up they come from Europe’s darkside undertow,

in from a background of arsonist

house-wrecking devils: Fear and Dread

personified, a toppling wave

of jabbing beakheads, blubbery mouths

spiked and blade-feathered hybrid howlers

scrabbling like panicked crabs in a box….

Unexpectedly, some of Campbell’s ekphrastic poems are about music. Some poems tackle the challenging task of describing orchestral music. Others, like “The Hills of Roane County,” arise from song lyrics.

Long, narrative poems are difficult to pull off, especially in these times. Readers have become used to shorter, more episodic or lyric poetry. Campbell’s Roane County poem is based on an Appalachian ballad about thwarted love, and what becomes of two separated lovers over time. It’s a beautifully wrought work, philosophically wise about the workings of the heart. The jarring “Snapshot, 1953” recalls the dissonance of hearing a group of ankle-chained prisoners sing “Without a Song” while doing road work.

Campbell’s poetry is generally preoccupied with human creativity, morality, and sense of meaning. But he is just as attuned to the dramas of the natural world. “Crows,” as he describes them, are all revved up like a motorcycle gang/taking over a forest in a drunken ruckus, then/suddenly moving on….” “Monarch” portrays the butterfly as, sovereign of sovereigns, its broader wings/the tickets to Mexico/when it locks eyes with the lowering sun/at the inbred angle. Of “Squirrels,” Cambell relates how:

Winter came

and wiped out the coordinates

of their buried hordes. We watched

their random, hopeless clawing at the snow….

The image presented by these four lines is not just visual – it is practically an animation. It brings to mind Bruegel’s painting “Hunters in Winter,” weary figures

trudging through the cold, returning almost empty-handed. It’s a reminder that nature, while it has its own laws, is indifferent to individuals.

David Campbell’s paintings – which also give us much to think about - are displayed in the collections of esteemed museum and private collections. His deep, reflective poetry is as close as a favorite bookstore. Campbell’s vision and insight shine from both.


Sunday, April 14, 2024

Climate Capitalism by Akshat Rathi

 

Climate Capitalism by Akshat Rathi. Greystone Books, London, 2024. 

Review by Ed Meek 

We Have Made Progress 

In 2007, Al Gore’s film An Inconvenient Truth warns of melting ice caps, rising seas, flooded cities and other disasters. Although Gore was the object of ridicule for what seemed then to be outlandish predictions, the manifestations of climate change since then have been relentless. In the years since Gore’s film, New Orleans, Miami, Atlantic City, lower Manhattan and the Seaport of Boston have all been underwater. Oh, and last year was the warmest in 125,000 years.

In 2014, Naomi Klein wrote This Changes Everything in which she argued that capitalism was leading to climate change catastrophes. In 2019, David Wallace Wells published Uninhabitable Earth. with worst-case scenarios: the end of life as we know it. For a few years there, the news was all bad, from UN climate reports to extreme weather events. Many of us were beginning to feel as if we were doomed and that humans, not especially good at playing well together or planning long-term, were not up to the challenge presented by climate change.

But recently, a shift has taken place in the global zeitgeist. There is now a preponderance of positive developments regarding the efforts, worldwide, to deal with climate change. This is happening for two major reasons. One is the plunging cost of green energy resulting in the fact that in many cases it is now cheaper to go green than to rely on fossil fuels. At the same time, it is becoming more and more apparent that the costs of not transitioning from burning fossil fuels to green alternatives are rising every year. The fires, storms and floods cause billions of dollars in damage and lost work. And the changes in climate may even be in large part responsible for the international refugee crises. Insurance companies are raising rates and, in some cases, refusing to insure coastal regions. And lawsuits against companies like Exxon are increasing.

Akshat Rathi, a reporter for Bloomberg News with a PhD in organic chemistry from Oxford has written Climate Capitalism as a testament to the positive changes that are taking place all over the world as a result of actions in “politics, technology and finance” to address climate change. “It is now cheaper to save the world than to destroy it,” he tells us. Rathi traverses the globe to engage with some of the major players in the fight against climate change.

He goes to China to talk to Wan Gang who was China’s minister of science and technology for many years beginning in 2007. Gang was directly responsible for developing China’s electric car industry “which sells more than 6 million EVs each year.” That’s three times as many as Tesla the most valuable car company in the world).. Rathi points out that “EVs are a climate solution because…they convert 90% of the energy stored in batteries into motion.” By contrast, gas powered engines use less than 30% of the energy from burning fuel while spewing carbon into the air. As in many other sectors of manufacturing, the Chinese government invested vast amounts of money to help develop their EV market share. Rathi goes from there to talk with the CEO of Contemporary Amperex Technology Limited, the biggest manufacturer in China of batteries. According to Morgan Stanly, “China owns more than 90% of the EV supply chain.” Volkswagen and BMW get their EV batteries from China; Tesla recently switched to Chinese batteries. In addition, if you want solar panels and battery back-up for your house, they are probably coming from China.

Rathi travels to India where solar power is particularly suitable to India’s hot climate and despite the high cost of capital, Indian entrepreneurs like Sumant Sinha are developing massive solar farms.

He talks to the head of the International Energy Association about the conflict between those who care about climate and those who emphasize energy. You can see this tension in China’s development of green energy while they continue to rely on coal. Rathi then zeroes in on Bill Gates whose foundation invests in innovative approaches to climate change. Among other things, Gates is investing in methods of manufacturing “clean steel” and cement.

Rathi spends a couple of chapters on a subject I was skeptical about: carbon capture. Removing carbon from factory emissions is actually being done effectively now. It is not a solution to climate change, but is similar to switching from oil to “natural gas” in that it reduces the amount of carbon going into the atmosphere. It is from that point of view an effective tool, since it gives us more time to implement enough green energy to support our economies. There are still entire sectors that need to use fossil fuels: trucking, aviation, the production of steel, cement and asphalt to name a few. In Texas, Rathi finds CEO of Occidental Oil, Vicki Hollub is using carbon capture to increase yields and cut carbon by sending captured carbon back underground to oil wells cutting emissions and increasing oil production.

Rathi goes on to green energy standout Denmark which now gets two thirds of its electricity from wind turbines (why can’t we do that?) and to the UK which has transitioned from nearly total reliance on coal to a mix of gas, wind and solar.

Rathi’s refreshing take on the green revolution reinforces Saul Griffith’s book Electrify in which Griffith tells us that when we need to replace cars, appliances, heating, we should go for the electric option. Rathi gives credit to the Paris Accords for jump-starting international efforts and he reminds us of the importance of the Biden Inflation Reduction Act in investing in green energy in the United States.

Hannah Ritchie, Deputy Editor of Our World in Data, has a new book Not the End of the World in which she also argues that we are making progress in dealing with climate change (see her Ted Talk).  And David Wallace Wells in his NYT climate newsletter tells us that he is surprised at much progress has been made.

There are areas Rathi doesn’t get into, hydrogen, new batteries from California based Quantum Scape, artificial meat (and/or vegetarianism), walkable cities, etc. Nonetheless, Climate Capitalism is a well-informed, accessible take on how the challenge of climate change can be met with capitalism.

Saturday, April 13, 2024

Red Letter Poem #202

 The Red Letters

 

 

In ancient Rome, feast days were indicated on the calendar by red letters.

To my mind, all poetry and art serves as a reminder that every day we wake together beneath the sun is a red-letter day.

 

––Steven Ratiner

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Red Letter Poem #202

 

 

 

 

Family Photographs:

My Brother, Solar Eclipse, 1965

 

 

In a year, Haldol, ECT, the closed gates of a sanitarium.

But for now—how happy you were.  To be eleven and unconcerned

For once with school, the Cubs, who punched who.

For a few minutes to be unlearned, to be taught

A new world.  O, distant boy, how marvelous

It all must have been, to be turned into a ghoul with your friends,

To spurn the murmur of grown-ups with their highballs and hair

On the deck for a lowering sky burned sepia, orange.

At three o’clock to feel yourself disappear inside yourself —

To cast no shadow.  And – so long ago now

how did you put it? —the delicious, insistent thought

What if it stays like this?  To yearn and yet not to know yet

What that yearning meant.

 

                         ––Danny Lawless

 

 

 

Danny Lawless is twice-blessed.  This might seem like a strange thing to say because––reading through the poems of his new book, I Tell You This Now (Cervena Barva Press)––we find no small amount of anguish in his work, though it’s certainly balanced with an equal measure of love (with the two often inextricably braided inside a single poem.)  In a note to me, Danny helped identify the source of both this grief and his early impulse to poetry: “I imagine the stirrings of poetry begin in one's sensitivity to the world. . .in my case, among three schizophrenic siblings: brilliant, kind, reserved, graceful boys and girl...until taken up by the whirlwind, each at puberty.  I was 8 when my older brother was diagnosed; and then on down the line.”  How carefully observed, agonizing, and yet utterly restrained his phrasing––“and then on down the line”––all qualities that appear throughout Danny’s poetry.   Such sensitivity can easily become a burden, powerful enough to drag an individual under the waves, if one does not find a way to discharge some of those dire energies––and certainly Danny has done so marvelously in this, his second collection: clear-eyed, dream-stunned, painfully beautiful.  His first blessing.

 

But then there is the life of a public poet, something Danny achieved slowly, only after a number of decades.  As a young man, he began ‘publishing’ his poems on mimeo sheets stapled to telephone poles in Louisville where he went to college (influenced by his fascination with homemade concert posters similarly displayed during the early days of punk rock.)  It would require a long gestation, but he eventually founded Plume: A Journal of Contemporary Poetry which has published monthly issues ever since 2012, as well as annual anthologies under the imprint Plume Editions.  A dozen years on, and his journal has become one of the most vibrant forums for poetry and aesthetics, with a broad and loyal readership.  The roster of poets who have appeared there is a who’s-who of contemporary writing.  Blessing number two.

 

But let me focus for a moment on what takes place inside Danny’s poems.  In “My Brother, Solar Eclipse, 1965”, for example, the diction has the lightness of childhood patter: school days, sports teams, “who punched who.”  And so the contrast with that opening line (“Haldol, ECT, the closed gates of a sanitarium.”) strikes us like a gut-punch.  The poet’s spot-on depiction instantly takes us back to our own childhoods when we experienced things like illness and loss as if they were vast and almost supernatural forces.  How are we to comprehend, let alone resist, being swept away by them?    But as an adult, we can’t help but feel a certain indignation: how dare illness trespass inside the precincts of innocence (followed quickly by the sobering realization: how dare I be surprised?)  The love of his older brother is infused in the poem’s every detail; and then––beneath the encompassing darkness of a solar eclipse, the very natural order of the universe seemingly overturned––the brother risks a teasing/terrorizing proposition: “What if it stays like this?”  But from where we readers are standing, the deeper meaning of the statement erupts, and our hearts can’t help but plummet.  It is one thing to write poems that––in a sense which extends far beyond the metaphorical––help save one’s own life.  In fact, I think that’s every poet’s and artist’s first responsibility: to build their own creative life raft to buoy themselves across the world’s treacherous flood.  But when I am reading Danny’s writing, I don’t just feel a deep kinship with that elusive speaker; I find that the poems become vessels which I may board, bringing my own history and emotional turbulence as cargo.  To say that something within a work of art has rescued me from my own disasters––that’s one of the highest compliments I can pay a fellow-poet.  Danny strikes me as being quite a self-effacing individual, and I seriously doubt he would claim any of this for himself––but we can do it for him, and gladly.  So perhaps I was incorrect when I called Danny Lawless twice-blessed.  Thrice.

 

 

 

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Thursday, April 11, 2024

Discipline by Debra Spark.

 

Discipline by Debra Spark. Four Way Books, Tribeca, 306 pages. $19.95.

 

Review by Ed Meek

 

Debra Spark is the author of a number of novels and short story collections as well as a couple of anthologies. She teaches in the MFA Program at Warren Wilson College and at Colby College.

Her novel Discipline is a mosaic of mysteries.

 

It begins with an art appraiser, Gracie, who is hired in 2018 to examine a collection of paintings owned by a collector, but when she arrives at the house in Maine where the art is stored, she finds that the work the artist is most famous for is missing, presumably stolen. Then the novel jumps back to 1978 and the point of view of an adolescent rebellious boy, Reggie, living with foster parents in a poor urban area. This occurs because Reggie has a history of “mouthing off” to authorities. When he insults the owners of a restaurant who refuse to serve him, they call the police and that leads to Reggie being called to the principal’s office. From there, he is turned over to a man who takes him to a “therapeutic boarding school” in remote Maine where Reggie is to be rehabilitated.

 

The novel moves back and forth in time exploring various points of view including, in addition to Gracie and Reggie, the famous artist known for the missing painting, the daughter of the artist, the son of the daughter of the artist, a man who rides in a horse to rescue the daughter of the artist and the grown-up degenerate son of the daughter of the artist.

 

The novel is almost mathematical in the way all these stories are woven and brought together and the theme of discipline Spark focuses on is compelling. And who doesn’t love an art heist? If you are from Boston, you know the story of the Isabella Stewart Gardner theft in 1990 in which thirteen works were stolen including a Vermeer, a number of paintings by Rembrandt, and a few by Degas. The case was never solved. There’s still a ten-million-dollar reward!

 

Spark is adept at writing from the point of view of the women in the novel; artists and art lovers will enjoy the art talk. The other discipline in the novel concerns the boarding school. It is based on an actual boarding school called Elan that used a disreputable version of “attack” therapy to demean and break down troublesome boys and girls by doing things like making them sing “Mary had a little Lamb” in front of everyone, or dress up in a chicken costume as punishment, or engage in boxing matches with multiple opponents.

 

Although the portrait of the school is based on interviews the author did with adults who attended Elan, the novel runs into the problem Tim O’Brien brings up in The Things They Carried where he talks about the difference between a war story and what makes a good story. The retelling just doesn’t feel right. Reggie, a sensitive young man who doesn’t fight, drink or take drugs is somehow committed to this horrific school where he is degraded and severely beaten. It’s a little over the top.

 

Here and a number of other places in the novel when a character asks, “Can you believe this really happened?” You might find yourself saying, “No, I can’t.” In addition, Spark makes use of Deus ex machina’s to move the plot along. Reggie meets the daughter of the artist by jumping into a cab with her. A character actually shows up out of nowhere on a horse to rescue the daughter of the artist.

 

As Foucault says in his book Discipline, “truth isn’t outside power.” And “power produces knowledge.” Whoever has power determines what the truth is. Debra Spark’s, Discipline touches on this and some intriguing issues that resonate in our current era when scandalous Indian Boarding Schools, lynching stories and questions about the atrocious behavior of people in the past are uncovered daily. Meanwhile, we are faced with questions about the role of art and the nature of truth, truthiness and alternate truths in our news and politics.

Saturday, April 06, 2024

Shakespeare Also Wrote Poetry by Michael Todd Steffen

 


 Article byMichael Steffen

To dot our i’s and cross our t’s, technically Shakespeare would be measured as the greatest dramatist of the English language. He has been vaulted to posterity, and in no small way, largely due to his plays, which are written in verse, but so are the plays of the great precedent cultures. Aristophanes and Sophocles wrote their plays in verse, yet it is Homer who wears the laurels as the father poet of Greece. The same is true for Rome, with its popular literature from the playwrights Plautus and Terence (who exerted a great influence on Shakespeare’s drama), while Virgil with his Aeneid is the eternal city’s, and the early West’s, fountain from the myrtle shades of literary inspiration. Molière and Racine wrote high neoclassical drama in masterly Alexandrine verse, but the French, very particular themselves about classification, would never call either of them “poets.” Pierre de Ronsard of the High Renaissance monarchs Francis I and Henry II sits high on a pedestal as the voice of the Muses of recognizably modern French for educated francophones.

Even in Shakespeare’s day, as Peter Ackroyd notes in his biography, “[t]here was no question…of creating an eminent ‘career’ out of writing for the playhouses; these men were not established poets such as Samuel Daniel or Edmund Spenser, patronized by royalty and financed by nobility. They were journeymen or workmen. Whether Shakespeare considered himself in this light is an open question.”

Sure Shakespeare wrote an edificial sonnet sequence, from which a good deal of the language’s wisdom is quoted. Yet, great as that sequence is, promising eternity to his beloved (and making good on that promise), it would hardly constitute the ecstatic and robust popularity Shakespeare holds to this day as The Bard, English of English terms for the culture’s preeminent master of verses. America, our country, I think is chronologically as Democratic as it is demographically. Though we continue to remember and somewhat revere father Walt and mother Emily, there really is no notion of a greatest American poet, not in the sense England has celebrated Shakespeare or Italy enshrined Dante.

Yet Shakespeare also wrote substantial narrative poems, not meant for the stage. Two of these works in particular, Venus and Adonis and The Rape of Lucrece, are noteworthy literary oeuvres, which were the first of the poet’s works to appear under his name in print in London and won him fame as England’s proud example of a contemporary (1590s) dolce stil nuovo poet to rival the famous poets of Italy. Even though, observes the Arden Shakespeare Introduction to Shakespeare’s Poems:

[h]is claim to the continued attention of posterity rests essentially on the four ‘great’ tragedies [in which he explored the mysteries of good and evil], Hamlet, Othello, King Lear and Macbeth…this is not how Shakespeare was seen by his contemporaries. His literary reputation was quickly established in the mid-1590s on the strength of the two long poems, currently the most neglected items in the Shakespeare canon…

Continuing with the Readers’ Poem segment of our series, The Hastings Room will be presenting one of these narrative poems, The Rape of Lucrece, upon the author’s 460th birthday, on Tuesday April 23rd. An abridged version of the poem will be read by Annie Pluto, David Gullette and (myself) Michael Steffen, in the Auditorium of the Somerville Public Library at

79 Highland Avenue. One of many opportunities granted by the reading will be to hear a notable concentration in this narrative poem written in rhyme royal, comparably to the dramatic verses we know so well from A Midnight Summer’s Dream, Macbeth, and the others.

“The poem,” writes Peter Ackroyd, “like his drama, begins in media res with a rushing speed and it maintains its dramatic momentum throughout…Shakespeare renders everything instinct with palpitating life. The Rape of Lucrece is extravagant in diction, elaborate in cadence, filled with paradoxes and oppositions, epithets and exclamations, conceits and images; it has a vaunting rhythm and an arresting rhyme-scheme. It is…a high-spirited performance in which Shakespeare displays all of his excitement and eloquence. Once more the pleasure of the reader [and listener] is equaled only by the pleasure of the writer.”

There’s a lot about Lucrece to open readers’ eyes today. The work gave William Butler Yeats his resonant epithet in “The Second Coming” for the impending tragedy felt in Europe in the late 1930s. It is telling that the term appears at the critical moment in Shakespeare’s poem as the sinister prince is on the brink of assaulting the defenseless woman:

While she, the picture of pure piety,

Like a white hind under the gripe’s sharp claws,

Pleads, in a wilderness where are no laws,

To the r o u g h b e a s t that knows no gentle right, 545

Nor aught obeys but his foul appetite

The passage, taken from a crescendo of tension at a singular moment, under the poet’s extensive sensibility, becomes a warning of great magnitude to the civilization of any age, that a “wilderness where are no laws” not only encompasses our human world but can and does often encroach upon the human mind and its conduct.

Lucrece was written in 1592-93, during a severe plague outbreak that closed down the London theatres, giving rise to a demand for sustained readerly verse. In contrast to the dramatic verse, the narrative verse is palpably inward and isolated, relating to the anxiety and loneliness still much with us in our Internet existence in the wake of the COVID quarantine year and on.

As with Venus and Adonis, the poet’s focal and elaborate interest in Lucrece is a feminine subject, one in high standing with society. She is both liberally educated and articulately moral, intellectually observant and analytical. Lucrece’s circumstance as victim will not allow her Hamlet’s complexity in the dilemma of avenger, yet more lines and more psychological attention are given to Lucrece than to any other character in Shakespeare’s canon. In this respect, as is the case with many of his plays, Shakespeare is wholly in step with the attention of England in the reign of Elizabeth I.

Who was Lucrece? Lucretia (died circa 510 BCE), anglicized as Lucrece, was a noblewoman of ancient Rome. Her rape by Sextus Tarquinius and her subsequent suicide incensed the Roman people to rebel against the tyranny of Tarquin’s father, Lucius Tarquinius Superbus, the last king of Rome. The Tarquins were expulsed from the city and the government transitioned from a monarchy to a republic.

The Roman historian Livy upheld Lucretia to Roman girls as an exemplar of beauty and purity—a virtuous combination, which would take on great significance for those conflictual qualities (the pride of beauty vs. the kindness and modesty associated with the faithful, symbolized by the clash of roses, blushing red vs. smiling white) extensively throughout Shakespeare’s writing.

The mytho-historical account that Ovid and later Shakespeare took up revolve on a woeful unmindfulness of the tongue, on the part of Lucretia’s husband, Lucius Collatinus, bragging that his wife’s chastity was impeccable and unassailable. In the company of this boast stood the king’s son Sextus Tarquinius, more than used to having his way in all things, who quietly took his friend’s boast as a challenge. Thus to a secondary yet very poignant degree, blame for the tragedy that unfolds stems back ironically to the victim’s husband Collatinus, with a finger pointing at the immodesty of his unlocked confidence in his wife.

But why tragedy at all? The world is full of it, from terminal cancers and local shootings to Haiti, Ukraine and Gaza. Ignorance for the sake of precious innocence will not satisfy our demand for honesty with the state of the world and our mortality. Aristotle knew this long ago when he perceived the cathartic nature of tragedy, to be presented with the darkness of the world, and within each of us, effecting pity and fear, in the simulated arena of art, waking our compassion for human failure (not denying our own) and for the suffering of others.

Ackroyd, moreover, has noted how “The Rape of Lucrece can be seen as a mine of gold for Shakespeare’s later dramas; he becomes fascinated by the idea of the unquiet conscience and by the murder of innocence. The poem may also be the forerunner of murders in bed, among them those of Duncan and Desdemona.” The Rape strikes at an archetypal moment, in other words, of an other-worldly annunciation. She is asleep in her bed when Tarquin’s hand alights on her breast:

His hand, as proud of such a dignity,

Smoking with pride, marched on to make his stand

On her bare breast, the heart of all her land…

She, much amazed, breaks ope her locked-up eyes,

Who, peeping forth this tumult to behold,

Are by his flaming torch dimmed and controlled.

Imagine her as one in dead of night

From forth dull sleep by dreadful fancy waking,

That thinks she hath beheld some ghastly sprite,

Whose grim aspect sets every joint a-shaking… (ll 437 – 452)

The poetry is spirited, rhythmic and melodious, while the act it portrays is atrocious (though it does “ope her locked-up eyes”). We know from Horace’s adage that art must somehow please (or fascinate) as it instructs. In a later passage in Lucrece, we find the desolate subject beguiling her grief and the time awaiting the return of her husband, viewing a painting of the fall of Troy. She expresses her awareness of this dual nature of tragic art, the beauty of the rendering vs. the horror of its subject:

Here feelingly she weeps TROY’s painted woes:

For sorrow, like a heavy-hanging bell,

Once set on ringing, with his own weight goes…

And chid the painter for his wondrous skill…

So fair a form lodged not a mind so ill. (ll 1492 – 1530)

Depending on your sense of history, what Lucrece’s politico-erotic fate represented to Shakespeare and his readers might reach for equivalents, to us in the early 21st century, at Maria Callas/Jacqueline Kennedy, Marilyn Monroe or Lady Diana. Again, depending on your sense of history. A female personage/character is liable to absorb any resemblance from our present-day social and political icons back to Eve. From the two long narrative poems, Shakespeare’s contemporaries could have readily identified the Venus/Lucrece dichotomy as echoes of the recent royal pretenders, Elizabeth the powerful and liberal and her sister Mary Queen of Scotts the contentious, victimized and tragic.

Still any modern comparison to the chaste Roman Lucretia would fail. We would have to stir in Mother Theresa for that. For though Renaissance history and culture is scant in sexually virgin models, the 1500s are not so far removed from the ecclesiastically dominant Medieval period, which was profoundly devoted to Our Lady, as to have lost all sense of respect for the dignity of chastity and fidelity. To us, at least without the bridge of Shakespeare, it’s an Atlantean feat to uphold purity and popularity.

The Introduction to The Arden Shakespeare’s Poems points out: The image of Lucrece could be viewed in sharply conflicting ways. Though apparently delivering a warning to wives to die rather than betray their husbands…it nevertheless showed a disheveled and bare-breasted woman whom less serious-minded young men might view as an erotic pin-up…The great South German painter Lucas Cranach (1472-1553) painted Lucretia’s suicide many times, sometimes showing her bare-breasted, but often wholly nude. It was one of Cranach’s nude versions that appears to have been most popular, surviving in at least fifteen versions or studio copies.

In the narrative of the poem, we also encounter conflicting views, ambiguities—at least, leading up to the rape. For Lucrece initially greets Tarquin very openly and amicably, as would be expected of hostess to guest:

When at Collatium this false lord arrived,

Well was he welcomed by the Roman dame,

Within whose face Beauty and Virtue strived…

Tarquin “makes excuses for his being there,” and talks to Lucrece of her husband’s deeds in battle and the fame he’s won, all to mask his true intent to “have” her; “seduce” never even enters the picture. That is, he has acknowledged her marriage. It’s odd that Shakespeare, so easily invited to elaborate upon opportunity, is satisfied to impart that Tarquin “makes excuses” without listing even one of those excuses for visiting the house of Collatine.

Amplification was a major trope in the Renaissance poet’s professional repertoire. Readers and listeners in the 16th century were evidently not impatient with verse. Indeed, with the theatres closed due to the Plague, poetry, already a major entertainment, would become even more important—as our televisions streaming movies had to reassert their privilege over cinemas during the COVID quarantine. Instead of being full and fast, time for people in the day of Shakespeare, and certainly when in quarantine, tended to be tedious and oppressive; “beguiling” its slow pace with story-telling was welcome, as was conversation, and listening to poetry.

Mirroring this appreciation of language, Tarquin is shown as a skilled conversationalist, precisely exercising and exhausting the spirit while passing the time:

… after supper long he questionèd

With modest Lucrece, and wore out the night.

Now leaden slumber with life’s strength doth fight,

And every one to rest himself betakes,

Save thieves and cares and troubled minds that wakes.

As one of which doth Tarquin lie revolving

The sundry dangers of his will’s obtaining…

That is, conversation appeases the socially engaging spirit. Because his intentions with Lucrece aim beyond mere talk, after retiring, Tarquin’s spirit is still restless, with the debate about carrying out his sexual conquest. With the poet’s insight into human nature, the poem’s elaborations hold our interest in their pertinence, continuing to unfold Tarquin’s specific lust to a general defect of greed.

Here’s another theme so relevant to our time, as it must have been to Shakespeare’s in the growing personal fortunes of the Renaissance era; remembering his subject is the behavior of the cream of society 2000 years in Shakespeare’s past, around 500 BCE. Not only is the poem’s antagonist overstepping social norms, he is putting into question his own limits of satisfaction, not just sexually but in all manner of possessing, and his own sense of owning up to what he attains, of being genuine:

Despair to gain doth traffic oft for gaining…

Those that much covet are with gain so fond

That what they have not, that which they possess

They scatter and unloose it from their bond,

And so by hoping more they have but less,

Or gaining more, the profit of excess

Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain,

That they prove bankrupt in this poor rich gain. 140

… And this ambitious foul infirmity,

In having much, torments us with defect

Of that we have: so then we do neglect

The thing we have; and, all for want of wit,

Make something nothing by augmenting it.

The poet goes on, augmenting and lavishing as he criticizes copia, the aspired-to literary style of his day:

Such hazard now must doting Tarquin make,

Pawning his honour to obtain his lust;

And for himself himself he must forsake.

Then where is truth, if there be no self-trust?…

Self-esteem comes, not in having—possessing—but in justification through debate, in thorough consideration of the pros and cons of the critical moments. It was a habit of the mind for scholars and the educated in the Renaissance. As Ackroyd highlights in the biography,

The final stages of Shakespeare’s education were perhaps the formative ones. He moved from grammar to oratory…[being] trained, as part of this act of creation, to take both sides of any question. The ancient habit of the philosophers and rhetoricians was to argue in utramque partem—on either side of the argument. Any event or action can thus be viewed from a variety of different perspectives.

The observation is eye-opening in our time where partisan thinking and a deaf ear and blind eye to the other side’s points of view have become so prevalent, even, if not radically, from their academic sources. In The Rape of Lucrece, the poet’s ambidexterity with argument extends deeply into the thinking and mindset of his characters. And for Shakespeare’s time, these Roman characters and their history were exalted, even in their tragic acts. The build-up to the rape is fraught with Tarquin’s doubts and awareness of his intention’s treachery. Lucrece’s grief following the rape is remarkably suspended with philosophical considerations about circumstance and human nature, though she ultimately resolves on the extreme act to express her fidelity—with its anagogical result of inciting a public response and ridding Rome of a corrupt autocratic monarchy.

References

Shakespeare: The Biography, by Peter Ackroyd, Nan A. Talese Doubleday: 2005, New York.

Shakespeare’s Poems, The Arden Shakespeare, London, eds Katherine Duncan-Jones and H.R. Woudhuysen; an imprint of Cengage Learning: 2007, London.

DAVID GULLETTE was one of the founding editors of Ploughshares and is a literary director of The Poets’ Theatre, which presented his adaptation of Seamus Heaney’s translation of Beowulf in December 2015 and his BOSTON ABOLITIONISTS in March 2017 at the Boston Athenaeum. He has also acted with the ART, Christmas Revels, Actors Shakespeare Project, and NPR’s The Spider’s Web. His book of poems Questionable Shapes was published by Cervena Barva Press in 2017. His novel Dreaming Nicaragua was published by Fenway Press in 2011.

ANNE ELEZABETH PLUTO grew up in Brooklyn, NY before it was cool. She is Professor of Literature and Theatre at Lesley University in Cambridge, MA where she is the artistic director of the Oxford Street Players. She is an alumna of Shakespeare & Company and was a member of the Worcester Shakespeare Company 2011 – 2016. She was a member of the Boston small press scene in the late 1980s and is one of the founders and editors at Nixes Mate Review and Nixes Mate Books. She has two full-length collections The Deepest Part of Dark, Unlikely Stories Press, NOLA (2020), and How Many Miles to Babylon?, Lily Books, (2023).

MICHAEL STEFFEN holds an MA in Northern Renaissance Studies from Sussex University in Brighton, England. He is the recipient of a Rotary International Fellowship, a Massachusetts Cultural Council Fellowship, and an Ibbetson Street Press Poetry Award. Of his second book of poetry, On Earth As It Is, available from Cervena Barva Press, Joan Houlihan has noted Steffen’s intimate portraits, sense of history, surprising wit and the play of dark and light…the striking combination of the everyday and the transcendent.

THE HASTINGS ROOM READING SERIES is now in its 10th year. As well as presenting an annual Seamus Heaney Memorial Reading, the series has brought the best Boston area poets to read for audiences at our home location, First Church Congregationalist near Harvard Square, and set up our lectern in the Cambridge Public Library as well as in the three Somerville Public Library locations. Among our celebrated readers, we have welcomed Pulitzer Prize poets Franz Wright, Lloyd Schwartz and Frank Bidart. The esteemed translator of Horace and Virgil, the late David Ferry and his colleague George Kalogeris have appeared as guest readers, as have Daniel Tobin, Joan Houlihan, Martha Collins, David Rivard, and Miriam Levine.