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idealize the family, it does suggest that coming to know one’s family, even distant
family, is a way to know oneself. The verdict on the family in Close Range (1999),
a series of stories set in the West, is more corrosive. And equally corrosive is the
verdict on the West. Here, families disintegrate, relationships rarely last for more
than “two hours,” and the culture itself seems to be given over to the abstractions of
money and image. In one story, “The Mud Below,” a character called Diamond Felts
tries to pursue a model of cowboy masculinity and courage that he finds seductive
by joining a rodeo. He is motivated, it turns out, by the refusal of his father to accept
him: “Not your father,” his father tells Diamond, “and never was.” But his adventure
ends in a disastrous accident. Even before that, the brutal reply of his mother when
Diamond asks her who his father was, “Nobody,” lets us know how much this is a tale
about two kinds of failed paternity. There is the failure of the literal father, of course,
but there is also the failure of the founding fathers of Western myth. Casting a cold
eye on that myth, Proulx sees it as a mask and a masquerade: a concealment of the
real, historically, that has been converted into a commodity. Proulx is, of course, not
alone in this, nor is she in the conviction that the two rivers of American history
have become fatally mixed and muddied. Or, as the caustic epigraph to Close Range
has it: “Reality never been of much use out here.”
Beats, Prophets, Aesthetes, and New Formalists
Rediscovering the American voice: The Black Mountain writers
In 1950, Charles Olson (1910–1970) began his essay on “Projective Verse” in this way:
(projectile (percussive (prospective
vs.
The NON-Projective
With these words, he declared war on both the formalists and the confessionals; and
he announced the emergence of new and powerful forces in postwar American poetry.
“Closed” verse, the structures and metered writing “which print bred,” was to be
jettisoned, Olson declared; so too was “the private-soul-at-any-public-wall,”
the lyricism and introspection of the strictly personal approach. What was required
was an “open” poetry. A poem, he announced, was “a high-energy construct,”
the function of which was to transfer energy “from where the poet got it” in experience
“to the reader.” This transfer could be achieved by means of “FIELD COMPOSITION:”
“FORM IS NEVER MORE THAN AN EXTENSION OF CONTENT,” Olson insisted,
writing the words large (as he often did) to register the importance of what he was
saying. And in his view the ideal form would consist of a steady, dense stream of
perceptions: “ONE PERCEPTION,” as he put it, “MUST IMMEDIATELY AND
DIRECTLY LEAD TO A FURTHER PERCETION,” so the poem could become more
“the act of the instant” than “the act of thought about the instant.” The “smallest
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