Wednesday 2 January 2019

THE POETIC PROCESS


The Orcadian poet, George Mackay Brown, wrote weekly news articles for the local newspaper for many years. These were published in Rockpools & Daffodils, An Orcadian Diary 1979 - 1991, by Gordon Wright Publishing, Edinburgh, 1992. One had known about these, but had dismissed them as trivia, concentrating on his 'more serious' poems and novels.




How wrong can one be! Little wonder that the publisher was so keen to bring them to the public as collected notes, An Orcadian Diary, as the subtitle labels it. On discovering a copy of Rockpools & Daffodils in a secondhand shop in Lerwick, the book was purchased and casually picked up later from time to time to be perused piecemeal. The frequency of the readings increased with the interest. The articles were personal and general; observations on life, living and ideas. They remind one of Alistair Cooke's Letter from America in their eclectic approach: anything is likely to turn up in these tales. They are all short pieces, beautifully written, involving everyday trivia and items on the meaning of life and dreams, interwoven.



One piece caught the eye. It was on the poetic process:
p.184; from The Gabo' May  printed 12/5/88 -
. . .
There's always work to be done. I sat at my desk and opened a notebook, on several pages of which were scrawled first drafts of a Brodgar poem, written six weeks ago or so. I tried to imagine the setting up of the stones . . . the kind of early Orcadians . . . what they thought they were up to. It is impossible to enter the minds of such people.
. . .
I discovered that, to my cost, when I went over the first drafts with a pencil. It was pretty awful. Whole sections had to be cut out. Other sections might be worth working on. There were fleeting felicities here and there. But I did not give myself much hope that the poem could ever be made satisfactory, either to myself or a publisher or to some readers in the future.
So I retired from the contest bruised and battered, but with a faint hope that some day (the little host of scribes in the subconscious working on it secretly in the meantime; this is a phenomenon of all artistic creation, without doubt) I might turn those scarred pages of the notebook again.

The Ring of Brodgar



Then, on p.29:
Every human life is fascinating - even the two boring aimless hopeless tramps in Waiting for Godot.
This discovery of the marvellousness of the ordinary is modern writing's greatest contribution to the sum of literature.
. . . .

Stromness, George Mackay Brown's home town



Modern architecture has yet to catch up. It needs to find its 'hopeless tramps' who can embody the concept of the ordinary by way of example. Architects still indulge in the clubby, snobby, elite, bespoke professional image that the Victorian era promoted both in the individual and the work. While modern architecture has seemingly protested about nearly everything else in this era, it has not bothered to rid itself of the rudely, smart and slick pompous attitude of the profession and its output.

Stromness

Other eras appear to have been more successful. Just look at the buildings in English villages, and the little Australian country timber homes, buildings designed by architects. More needs to be done to understand the importance of the ordinary, not only as an intellectual pursuit, but, as Ananda Coomaraswamy pointed out, as a spiritual matter too.


‘For what should it profit a man . . .’ (Mark 8:36) comes to mind . . . gaining the slickly smart whole world with no simple soul.

Stromness

We have to overcome the idea of architecture as a uniquely attractive veneer, a pretty promotional, grandly bespoke image to be drooled over on bright screens or glossy, coloured pages, and coveted for its prestige and difference. It is in the living that architecture finds its true roots: real enrichment in contentment rather than in any singularly smart behaviour.




‘Consider the lilies . . .’ (Luke 12:27): see: https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2016/12/theory-thinking-architecture-today.html and https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-desire-for-exceptional-dundee-by.html


George Mackay Brown would have understood this: Stromness is an excellent example of a place shaped by a nonchalant architecture more interested in modest sharing and living than in any clever, ingenious performance.

George Mackay Brown in Stromness

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