Process

March 2, 2016 By: Walt Hunter

The assignment for this column is “process” or, the writing life. How does interesting and inspiring work come to be?

July 15, 2021 By: Walt Hunter

This column for Process is about poetry that tries to make sense of sharing time together as it passes. For that I turn to John Ashbery, about whom I have never been willing or able to write, except in a very brief and unsatisfying conclusion to my first book. I live with several of Ashbery’s poems ricocheting around in my consciousness, along with stray lines by Herbert, Dickinson, McKay, and Rich. The idea of writing something about his poetry is particularly daunting because it carries a lot of emotional weight. More than anything else, the name Ashbery calls to mind the people who shaped and continue to shape what I know or feel about poetry. So when I think about Ashbery, the situation in which I think about his poetry is, almost automatically, a social one.

February 23, 2021 By: Akua Banful

Sitting in my apartment, in parks, and on my roof, I have tried to keep track of the ebb and flow of the seasons in the relentless monotony of a socially distanced New York. Keeping track has been made all the more difficult by the seasonal monotony that my research asks of me—working on a dissertation about literary representations of the tropics has me fixated on heat even when I do not feel it.

January 7, 2021 By: Janani Ambikapathy

One of the frustrating things about academic writing is the categories set by the institution. These categories slice through histories to abstract people, epochs, and bodies of knowledge from their context and settle them deep into the belly of the institution to be studied as phenomena without cause or provenance.

August 31, 2020 By: Patty Argyrides

In his latest work, contemporary choreographer William Forsythe tries to create, in his own words, a “short-term literacy” in his audience. The piece begins without music in order to isolate the individual phrases of movement: “it might be perceived that there has been a subtraction, which would be music. But in fact, dancers being the musical engines behind any dance, their breathing alone causes you to understand the phrase.” [1] The intention is to create a more skilled viewer who is focused on the movements that make up the dance without the distraction of the music. When music and movement come together in a more traditional way in the second act, the audience is, or so is the idea, more literate in what is presented to them: “suddenly, you are able to read.”

June 5, 2020 By: Ama Bemma Adwetewa-Badu

In the spring of 2019, a new and welcome contact of mine in Ghana sent me a PDF of an anthology he had put together with a number of promising, young African poets. Through conversations with those involved with the making of the anthology, I began to note that these writers and editors are part of my intellectual and creative social-network and members of my living archive. In the days following my reading of the anthology, it struck me that the only reason I was able to have access not only to...

October 9, 2019 By: Hunter Dukes

Always mornings. Early. And there should be coffee. Breakfast will come later, but the best hours are now—when the world is still blanketed, the mind “puddled in dream melt.” [1] There are particular parameters for the page. The margins must be wide. The font Goudy Old Style or Garamond in a squeeze. Carriage returns between paragraphs. No indentation. I once justified my text; now I like the ragged edges. To write The Names (1982), Don DeLillo had to change his method. He began typing single, numbered paragraphs, each on its own leaf: a microclimate that allowed him to “see a given set of sentences more clearly.” This is a logic that makes sense to me. I learned to write from my mother. She taught me to revise a sentence aloud before putting it into print. To move from breath to inscription can be a mystical practice. The look of letters has long astonished, inviting cryptic explanations. The 22 paths connecting Kabbalah’s Sefirot—emanations of the divine Ein Sof—correspond to the letters of the Hebrew alphabet. The Latin “A” is an abstracted, phonetic descendant from an Ox hieroglyph. Flip it over and you can still see the creature’s horns: ∀. These ideas are important for the writers I study. They reveal a profound longing—the desire to rekindle a relationship between text and the body, at once archaic and arcane, and to locate the origins of writing in the sensual world.

May 28, 2019 By: Jacquelyn Ardam

In this conversation about Process, Jacquelyn Ardam and her undergraduate advisee, Cole Walsh, demystify the senior thesis. Cole’s thesis, “Mak[ing] Bright the Arrows: Recovering the Political Poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay,” examines the poetry of the underserved Millay, whose work with the sonnet, Cole argues, deploys its “memorable speech” to intervene within the isolationist politics of the United States. Here the two collaborators talk about the marginalization of poets within modernism...

February 28, 2019 By: Walt Hunter

It’s rare to read an account of the process of learning about a new artform or medium from the beginning. Maybe because, at least for me, it’s hard to remember the first time I read a poem or a novel or saw a painting or heard a piece of music. Or maybe because that experience merges uncomfortably with a non-critical stance of “appreciation,” a word that doesn’t deserve some of the pejorative associations attached to it.

January 8, 2019 By: Sarah Dowling

This second batch of writers on the process of finishing their books ranges from meditations on the situatedness of academic writing to blow-by-blow descriptions of the publication process to a call for more inventive and ethical ways of acknowledging one’s scholarly companions. Here you can find writing on the “hard edge of a colonial language,” in Sarah Dowling’s apt description of her work. Helen Rydstrand narrates the difficulty of accepting any work as good enough. Rebecca Colesworthy calls attention to the “not-writing”: the money, time, and resources that condition the long-term development of a book. And Alix Beeston’s “intervallic bridgework” concludes this installment of the Process cluster by pushing the form of the monograph toward a politics of citation.

December 7, 2018 By: Michaela Bronstein

For this two-part installment of Process, I asked eight scholars who had just finished a book—their first or their fourth—to write informally about their experience. Conferences often feature roundtables about writing and publishing, but I thought it might be a good addition to have some personal anecdotes, stories less attached to the mechanics of the industry and more to the quiddities of the book-writing process. A book might arrive as an artifact, but it begins as a dream or a compulsion or a hunch. No review or reading, however generous, does justice to the messiness of the life that seals itself into the final object of the book, as though in anticipation of the spell that may someday release it. The intent here is not so much to demystify as to re-enchant.

September 23, 2018 By: Johanna Winant

This summer, the modernist scholar Johanna Winant and I found ourselves working on a number of converging projects, from book chapters to essays on Stanley Cavell’s philosophy and Donald Hall’s poetry. Below we reflect on the process of writing together, sharing work, and discovering the kinds of friendship that collaboration makes possible

April 26, 2018 By: Walt Hunter

I’m taking over the Process blog from Lesley Wheeler at the moment when I’m nearly finished the process of writing my first book and am waiting for page proofs from the press.

February 26, 2018 By: Lesley Wheeler

My farewell post for the “Process” column is a brief conversation with Jahan Ramazani, University Professor and Edgar F. Shannon Professor of English at the University of Virginia, and a scholar whose work I admire greatly and follow closely. He gives serious attention to strong poets who aren’t always read with such insight, as well as leveling powerful arguments about how verse frames identity, feeling, and nation. In short, his labors help me think through scholarly problems and build syllabi...

December 10, 2017 By: Lesley Wheeler

Archival research possesses a hushed glamor. To realize that Marianne Moore carried around the very book you’re holding—or that Langston Hughes rolled that exact piece of paper into his typewriter late one night and yanked out a poem with the ink still damp—is like being visited by a character you thought you’d invented. Such knowledge can change how you think about art, and it certainly changes how you read.

September 18, 2017 By: Olivia Badoi

There is always some degree of confusion when I tell people that I am getting my PhD in English by writing a dissertation about wordless novels. While I’m used to giving my “elevator pitch” to fellow academics, describing my project to people outside of academia can be more of a challenge:

May 24, 2017 By: Lesley Wheeler

Some writing changes worlds, for better and for worse. The second executive order signed by President Trump, for example, speeds up environmental reviews “For High Priority Infrastructure Projects” such as the Dakota Access Pipeline. The effects of this order on the natural universe and on human culture may be profound.

April 12, 2017 By: Helen Sword

My process of writing this blog post about the writing process was slow, circuitous, and emotionally fraught. I started out with a clear idea of my overall structure—or so I thought—but ended up abandoning it after several hours of drafting, redrafting, and repeated applications of my Delete key. Frustrated, I tried free-writing for twenty minutes: an unstructured word-dump to find out where “writing to think” might get me. Unfortunately, it got me nowhere. By that time I had already spent...

January 9, 2017 By: Lesley Wheeler

The U.S. presidential election of 2016 made many professors think harder about teaching toward a better world. My colleagues and friends found the immediate aftermath especially challenging. If, on November 9th, your students were shocked, sleepless, weepy, angry, afraid—how could you console them, or help them channel their responses constructively? If they were pleased by the election, ready to report you if you said something partisan—how should you behave then? There’s a Professor Watchlist...

September 21, 2016 By: Lesley Wheeler

If I were Edna St. Vincent Millay, I might begin this letter by describing some bit of local foliage I’d enclosed, its leaves pressed among scrawled endearments. But by the time broadband has advanced enough to transmit an actual crape myrtle blossom, it would be very faded, I’m afraid. So a photograph from my front yard will have to suffice.

March 2, 2016 By: Lesley Wheeler

In 2015, the airwaves crackled with debate about the value—or pointlessness—of academic conferences (see, for starters, “The Conference Manifesto” and “A Conference Manifesto for the Rest of Us”). Yet I love the Modernist Studies Association meeting for reliably reenergizing my research and writing. Come November, I’m generally buried under a drift of student essays, plus the holidays are looming, with their burden of extra work and anxiety. It can be hard to see the point in crafting another labor-intensive scholarly essay for a coterie of readers when there are so many administrative deadlines pressing and weepy students knocking, plus a late-capitalist shopping frenzy to orchestrate.
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Beginning Further Back: Dylan Thomas’s Early Work

January 18, 2020 By: Imogen Cassels

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Geoff Charles Visits Laugharne with his Camera, Dylan Thomas Country.
Fig. 1. Geoff Charles Visits Laugharne with his Camera, Dylan Thomas Country. Photo by Geoff Charles. July 28, 1955. Courtesy Wikimedia Commons.

To begin at the beginning is a cliché, Dylan Thomas knew, worth opening with, and also a task more difficult than it seems, as Wittgenstein points out:

471. It is so difficult to find the beginning. Or, better: it is difficult to begin at the beginning. And not try to go further back.

Then,

472. When a child learns language it learns at the same time what is to be investigated and what is not. When it learns that there is a cupboard in the room, it isn’t taught to doubt whether what it sees later on is still a cupboard or only a kind of stage set.[1]

Beginnings, or cupboards and stage sets, might at first seem unrelated—and yet here we find them sitting next to one another. And so comes the readerly temptation to “go further back,” beyond the bounds of the text, certainty, or even seriousness, in a search for clues or source-traces. This is, in Thomas’s case at least, a temptation a careful reader might find difficult to resist. When Thomas began his Under Milk Wood (1953), “To begin at the beginning,” he was well aware of the irony that, with that line, he had already begun; as Eric Griffiths had it in a lecture on Hamlet, “I’ll begin just before the beginning, with the title.”[2]

It is difficult to take Thomas’s beginning entirely seriously, it being both too obvious and not exactly true; as readers who have learnt language, then subsequently learned how to ask a little more of the words we read or use, we might begin to investigate the productive “doubt’” Wittgenstein highlights and question whether, say, a cupboard really is a cupboard, or actually part of a stage set. And this might involve refusing to take things quite seriously, or learning to take seriously that which might be otherwise dismissed as trivial: the stuff which happens before the proper bounds of the “beginning,” stage sets, rehearsals, false starts and flirtations, rather than confining ourselves solely to what literary criticism might traditionally take seriously. Studying Thomas we may well “go further back”: to his notebooks, early letters and reading habits, taking a serious interest in what some would call “juvenilia” (or just juvenile), and studying it as a formative, instructive template for his lifelong poetic habits.

What was the first poem Dylan Thomas ever wrote? In his Dylan Thomas: A New Life, Andrew Lycett claims to have found it, or something like it; aged “six or seven,” Thomas would write about “literally anything”—and also on “literally anything,” like the “cardboard that came back from the laundry as a stiffener inside [his father’s] ironed shirts.”[3] One of these, perhaps the only one we have record of, reads in its entirety:

I like

My Bike. (Lycett, Dylan Thomas, 26)

Don’t be ridiculous, you might say, but the fact remains that Thomas, author of poems as striking (and strikingly different) as “Do not go gentle into that good night” and “Altarwise by owl-light,” is also the author of this small work. It rhymes.

Acknowledged as unserious, Thomas’s juvenilia nevertheless deserve to be taken seriously. Lycett sticks with this pre-poetic work, finding in one of Thomas’s physics exercise books a doodle or couple of lines “on the physical properties of light”: “Light is invisible / Light travels in straight lines”—“It could almost have been a draft of his early poem ‘Light breaks where no sun shines’” (Lycett, Dylan Thomas, 30). Lycett’s impulse bears reflection on how we approach writing which—for want of better words—we call “juvenilia.” Labelling it “juvenilia,” that is, allows the critic to implicitly apologize for its poor quality or embarrassing habits, and justify taking it seriously for what it might foreground or suggest; it allows us to “go further back,” ostensibly without really leaving the enclosure of a writer’s “serious” adult œuvre.

Reading “juvenilia” is always a reading backwards, looking for signs of things which may or may not be there in the name of better understanding later work. It is perhaps surprising that there has been little scholarly work done on unpacking “juvenilia”: what the term denotes, how it has been used historically, and how we might manage it now. Early work always seems to appear at the end of an author’s Collected Works, appendixed, like a cute post-credits scene. It is as if you are only allowed to read “juvenilia” once you have read an author’s “real work,” making sure that a reader is well aware that the person they are reading was serious, and also setting us up to recognize early traces through the lens of mature work. Embarrassed or embarrassing teenage drafts (which are really, frequently not embarrassing at all) are excused, editorially, by the reassurance that an author went on to do great things.

Dylan Thomas. Drawing by Jessica Dismorr. 1935.
Fig. 2. Dylan Thomas. Drawing by Jessica Dismorr. 1935. Courtesy Wikimedia Commons.

Volumes such as Christopher Ricks’s edition of T. S. Eliot’s early work, Inventions of the March Hare: Poems 1909-1917 (1996), or A. T. Tolley’s edition of Philip Larkin’s Early Poems and Juvenilia (2005) make the case by virtue of their presence for the importance of considering a poet’s “juvenile” work, impressing upon us the necessity of making this work public while also keeping it separate from a writer’s “proper” body of work. [4]  Tellingly, neither Ricks nor Tolley comments on the significance of “juvenilia” as category; Ricks notes that his edition “is based on the conviction that . . . the important thing is evidence of where the poems came from, and of where they went to in Eliot’s other work,” but the actual question of how an author’s work is separated and, subsequently, how it might be read is left unanswered (Ricks, Inventions, xxii).

The fact that we as readers might approach earlier work with a greater degree of leniency, or even a patronizing touch of the cute, is a problem which is solved by separating writing into “young” and “mature,” so that sticky readerly fondness is unable to migrate to “serious” older work, and “juvenilia” can remain safely a curiosity for the critic only. We might instead read Thomas’s early work and appreciate it on its own terms, while also ameliorating our understanding of how a writer—of how this particular writer—forms, and learns to write.

In his edition of Thomas’s Notebook Poems (1989), Ralph Maud includes what he terms Thomas’s “Early Rhymed Verse,” or “Juvenilia from Manuscripts,” dated to as early as 1929, when Thomas would have been fifteen or so.[5] However, what Maud publishes does not include, for example, “I like / My Bike,” or even the “nursery rhymes” Thomas wrote “extra-specially” for his sister Nancy in around 1926, among them “The Sea”:

Behold the wonders of the mighty deep,

Where crabs & lobsters learn to creep,

And little fishes learn to swim,

And clumsy sailors tumble in. [6]

By not including these small, playful verses by a small, playful Thomas (aged twelve or so), Maud makes his editorial position visible: to include such verse in a collection of Thomas’s notebook poems and “early verse” would be to go too far back beyond the bounds of reason or serious scholarship: they simply can’t be taken seriously.

But, of course, they can—or, at least, Thomas was a poet who made a habit of not taking himself seriously. Asked once what his poem “Ballad of the Long-legged Bait” was about, Thomas announced succinctly that it described “a gigantic fuck.”[7] But he could be heart-warmingly earnest as well as shocking: speaking to Alastair Reid once about the “Ballad,” he noted that writing it “had been like carrying a huge armful of words to a table he thought was upstairs, and wondering if he could reach it in time, or if it would still be there.”[8] To “go further back” and take an interest in Thomas’s early writing, his draft-poems and letters, is to stick with an instinct for caprice or serious play which we find throughout his work, and also to investigate the difficulty of writing which evades seriousness—where we might also learn usefully to destabilize writing which we are told we should take seriously.

On Emily Dickinson’s poetic fragments, and how we manage them as critical readers, Virginia Jackson points out that “formal criteria will not separate finished poem from draft”—“[b]oth sets of lines may be scanned in the alternating three- and four-foot patterns typical of Dickinson’s writing.”[9] We simply don’t have a critical idiom to differentiate between formative draft and polished final piece; nor, perhaps, do we need one. This ultimately comes down to readerly approaches: “we would only know that a poem intended (if poems could intend) to be a lyric once it has been critically rendered as such at various moments before the moment in which you encounter it” (Jackson, Dickinson’s Misery, 115). The words we read of writers who have been covered over with innumerable analyses are subsequently mediated by their criticism. To “go further back,” then, offers both a liberation from critical stickiness, and an opportunity to reestablish ways of reading Thomas which are themselves open to difficulty, ambiguity, un-seriousness and the spirit of flirtation.


Notes

[1] Ludwig Wittgenstein, On Certainty, ed. G. E. M. Anscombe and G. H. von Wright, trans. Denis Paul and G.E.M. Anscombe (Oxford: Basil Blackwell, 1995), 62.

[2] Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood: A Play for Voices (London: J. M. Dent, 1979), 1; Eric Griffiths, “A Rehearsal of Hamlet,” in If Not Critical, ed. Freya Johnston (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2018), 86–111, 87.

[3] Andrew Lycett, Dylan Thomas: A New Life (London: Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 2003), 26.

[4] Christopher Ricks, Preface to T. S. Eliot, Inventions of the March Hare: Poems 1909-1917, ed. Christopher Ricks (New York: Harcourt Brace, 1996), xi–xxxiii, xii; Philip Larkin: Early Poems and Juvenilia, ed. A. T. Tolley (London: Faber and Faber, 2005).

[5] Dylan Thomas: The Notebook Poems, ed. Ralph Maud (London: Everyman, 1999).

[6] Dylan Thomas to Nancy Thomas [?1926], in The Collected Letters, ed. Paul Ferris, 2nd ed. (London: J.M. Dent, 2000), 7.

[7] John Goodby, notes to “Ballad of the Long-legged Bait,” in The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas: The Centenary Edition, ed. John Goodby, 2nd ed. (London: Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 2016), 370–73, 370.

[8] Alastair Reid, in Dylan Thomas: The Legend and the Poet: A Collection of Biographical and Critical Essays, ed. E. W. Tedlock (London: Heinemann, 1960), 53–54, 54.

[9] Virginia Jackson, Dickinson’s Misery: A Theory of Lyric Reading (Princeton, NJ: Princeton University Press, 2005), 24.