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smokingboot ([personal profile] smokingboot) wrote2005-06-24 10:35 am

Sappho and poetry

http://books.guardian.co.uk/news/articles/0,6109,1513491,00.html

Thanks to [profile] larians for this link. Too few know of Sappho; she is not taught in schools for two reasons, the first that there is very little of her poetry intact, the second that she is an icon of lesbian love.

But this poetess was so magnificent as to be considered a muse among the Greeks. Many who read her poetry now wonder what all the fuss is about. Everybody has heard the phrase, 'Rosy-fingered dawn'. Who cares? It has been overused by bad 'borrowing' poets for centuries. Well, meet the person who looked at the morning sky and created that pattern, the first, the very first to to see it, to frame it in words, to pass it on. This latest poem, they say, is ostensibly about her hope for love from a young man. If it is found to be a true fragment, the cynical side of me says that Sappho will instantly become more acceptable.

I remember reading Robert Graves' 'White Goddess,' in which the author claims that women should not attempt poetry, they should keep their place as the muse to male poets, that in fact, poetry is the province of those enthralled by the Goddess, and anything else is not 'true' poetry. At the same time, he admits that Sappho was a great poet. 'That's the trouble,' he quotes. His implication is that her poetic genius comes from her unacceptable (i.e lesbian) dedication to the feminine principle.

No-one ever dares to suggest that Shakespeare's genius came from his homosexual tendencies; he's rescued from that ignominy by his sonnets to a dark lady. In the same tradition, doubtless we'll soon all know that actually Sappho was bi not gay, and liked men after all, so that's all right then. Once we can get past that same-sex thing, she'll be on the school curriculum, being dissected with the rest of the dead poets.

Genitals. Genius. There is no correlation.

[identity profile] scary-lady.livejournal.com 2005-06-24 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
I love my painting of Sappho in all her wild darkness of soul, but can never remember who painted it. Do you know?

[identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com 2005-06-24 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
It is a beautiful painting, I love it too. It's by a man called Charles Mengin I think, but I'm not sure.

[identity profile] bad-moon-rising.livejournal.com 2005-06-24 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not sure you really want her to be acceptable. How much literature and Poems are dragged down a dark alleyway and the creative life strangled out of them by godawful classes or teachers ? :) Personally I hope my particular favourite poems never get such treatment and are instead allowed to be something people approach for personal interest.

[identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com 2005-06-24 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
Very good point indeed.

But without the classroom, how would we find those who are to become our favourites?

There's a meme thing I did a few days ago that points out a few people/interests I have virtually never heard of; Odilon Redon, Jan Something-that-sounds-like-a-pornstar. And yes, I google away and I am very interested. But otherwise I would never have known.

Stroke of early luck for the boot; I never had one bad literature teacher, from my father letting me crawl over the newspapers on the breakfast table to my Reader at Uni. The very worst of them encouraged me to read and write.

Education needs passion and love of the subject.Don't know where it's gone or how to bring it back.

[identity profile] bytepilot.livejournal.com 2005-06-24 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Genitals. Genius. There is no correlation.

Dig through all the libraries of the world for great works by eunuchs.
You'll come up with naught but dust.

It matters not their shape, but the one drives the other.

[identity profile] smokingboot.livejournal.com 2005-06-24 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Dig through all the libraries of the world for great works by eunuchs.
You'll come up with naught but dust.


I am not sure of that my dear.

It matters not their shape, but the one drives the other.

Desire is a driver, one of the most beautiful among many. But its anatomy is the least important thing about it.