An interview with Nick Courtright and a review of Punchline

by Heather Stewart


 

Cover of Nick Courtwright's book, Punchline

Heather: After creeping around on your website, , I noted that you teach 鈥渃lasses such as Media and American Culture, Methods and Applications of Philosophy, and Survey of Romanticism, among other literature and writing courses.鈥 Obviously philosophy plays a huge role in Punchline, but what about Romanticism? How does Fate as an artifact of Romanticism factor into such poems as 鈥淗e Does Not Throw Dice,鈥 or how do you purposely dismantle Romantic notions in poems such as 鈥淩eluctant Prophet?鈥

Nick: Haha, that is a hell of a question. The easy answer is that the book was written before I started teaching Romanticism, but that鈥檚 not a very fun way to handle such a complex inquiry. The longer answer is all the way back in grad school a professor told me my work was Romantic, and of course I had no idea what this really meant, beyond some loose theoretical associations.

Now I know that there is truth to it: Romanticism, whether through Europeans like Wordsworth and Blake, or through Americans like Whitman and Emerson, I see as a passionate confrontation of the interior and exterior realms, and also an embrace of what there is to embrace. In short, it seems hopeful, even when that hope is a careening mania or impractical irresponsibility, the vagrant thought that the darkness leads to light, and that we can all find redemption, and not just in the afterlife, but right now, right here, with the world we鈥檝e been given. So, fate in the poem 鈥淗e Does Not Throw Dice鈥 is related to the end of that last sentence: 鈥渨ith the world we鈥檝e been given鈥搘e didn鈥檛 necessarily ask for things to be like this, but this is what we have, so we, like Keats might say, should stop kicking so mightily against the walls of our cage, and should sublimely acquiesce to our own inadequacies, and find peace in them. Hume called it Ataraxia, and it鈥檚 an idea I enjoy.

As for dismantling the Romantic, such as in 鈥淩eluctant Prophet,鈥 there鈥檚 also the problem that sometimes we don鈥檛 want to accept what we have been given, that we don鈥檛 want to lay back and deal with our lot in life. This I see in Gandhi鈥檚 evolution of Romanticism: although his practice was inspired by Thoreau鈥檚 Romantic civil disobedience, Gandhi said we should strive to 鈥渂e the change we wish to see in the world,鈥 which means he didn鈥檛 just accept his state 鈥 he battled it for betterment.

Is there a particular subtopic within philosophy which particularly interests you?

I love them all: the one versus the many, the mind versus the body, the fundamental nature of reality, the possibility of knowledge, the existence of a necessary being, the problem of governance, the issue of good/right action鈥ut of all of these, I鈥檇 say the one that inspires me most consistently is the last of those, ethics in all its forms. We get bogged down in our world by notions of traditional morality, and the idea of a moral act has been polluted by misinterpretation and dogma, but I think the attempt to 鈥渓ive rightly鈥 or 鈥渧irtuously鈥 or however you want to put it is the most practical and pressing of philosophical questions. While our role in society and the metaphysical questions have historically gotten a lot of attention, the bottom line is that we are confronted with dozens upon dozens of decisions to make every single day, from whether we cut someone off on the highway to whether we feed our children healthy food to whether we pay attention to the news to whether we tie our shoelaces or let them drag鈥搃n all of these issues both magnificent and petty, we have to decide, and ethics I see as the study of trying to find the 鈥渃orrect鈥 answer to these highly circumstantial issues. Of course, like any philosophical question worth its salt, there likely is no answer, or at least not one we can in good faith come to. Still, though, the pursuit is a dogged one, and always relevant.

Who is your favorite philosopher? Why?

That鈥檚 a tough one, since I find them all very interesting and wrong in excellent ways. I was always drawn to Spinoza, since he was so obsessed with God that he was, of course, excommunicated, and his peaceful approach to life and acceptance of the absolute I鈥檝e found consistently appealing. But I also enjoy Kant, since he鈥檚 brilliant and walks the line between perfect astuteness and utter inscrutability; also, his ethical system I find very useful. And Plato is great because his ideas are so absurd in the context of our material-scientific culture that they help shake those foundations for me mentally鈥揾e keeps the head in the clouds, as Socrates would have wanted.

Which poem is your favorite in Punchline?

I hemmed and hawed about this question, so I鈥檒l mention first the runners up: I really like 鈥淔un with Agnosticism,鈥 which is the only poem that I鈥檝e read at all the Punchline readings, and the title track, 鈥淧unchline,鈥 which may be the book鈥檚 most 鈥渂eautiful,鈥 and obviously thieving of Whitman. Also, I鈥檓 very happy with 鈥淐onnection鈥 and 鈥淲hat I Have to Say to You.鈥

Ultimately, though, I鈥檇 have to say my favorite is the most risky one in the book: the first poem, 鈥淭he Despot.鈥 It鈥檚 the longest poem in the book, and arguably the most difficult, which means it makes no reasonable sense as the first poem. But I always saw it as setting up the rest of the book鈥檚 themes, so it needed to bat lead-off. If I鈥檇 been trying to sell a pop album, and put the stylistically and thematically challenging 13 minute opus first, my record label probably would have let me go. But this wasn鈥檛 a pop album, so I think I鈥檓 safe. Hopefully.

What poets would you say most greatly influenced you in this book of poetry?

The three who likely destroyed me most for this book were Franz Wright, Frank Bidart, and Robert Bly. They are three wildly different poets, with very different ways of approaching the art, but I see in each of them a willingness to confront not just the small issues of a singular life, but the large issues of the cosmos and the absolute and capital T truth. From Wright, I was inspired to write with a spareness I鈥檇 never tested fully before, a very, as Nicky Beer said about Punchline, 鈥渄istilled鈥 approach that left the poems worn down to only the true necessity. From Bidart, I learned to take big risks, and shoot for high themes intellectually, even if it meant the poems sometimes escaped my grasp a little; he was also the poet who taught me to love the single-line strophe and the abjectly mad line break. From Bly, I found a writer willing to try to be 鈥渨ise鈥 in the way the poets of the old days were 鈥渨ise" 鈥搕he Lao Tse-types, the Rumi types, the Mirabai types; Bly gets some crap for seeming like he wants to be viewed as a sage or prophet, but that鈥檚 fine by me鈥 I want my poets to be prophets.

How has writing as a journalist (interviewer) manifested itself in your poetry?

Probably the biggest thing about being an interviewer is being able to shapeshift your approach and even your apparent personality depending on who it is you鈥檙e talking to. Just like being a teacher (my 鈥渞eal鈥 job), in which you best cater your style to the needs of each classroom dynamic and each individual student鈥檚 needs, when you interview you have to be able to meet the interviewee wherever he or she is, and not try to force this person into your preconceived world 鈥 if the subject is a fifty year old comedian, or a twenty year old rapper, you need to find a way for that person to trust you enough, and immediately, to open up.

In poetry, I see the parallel being that I want to find a place to meet my readers, and not try to batter them over the head with obtuse language or so much complexity or obscurity that they won鈥檛 be able to find an entry point. I understand that poetry, being what it is 鈥 a 鈥渘on-mainstream鈥 art 鈥 isn鈥檛 going to leap into comprehension and familial comfort with every potential reader, but I do hope that, in different poems, a wide variety of people will be able to find an inroad to appreciation, or enjoyment, or whatever a person wants to get out of it.

Besides that, being an interviewer has just shown me that there are myriad ways to be interesting, and that being 鈥渓iterary鈥 in the much-derided MFA mode isn鈥檛 the sole approach to art.

Based on your website, you seem very tech-savvy. Perhaps I am reading too closely into the relationship between internet culture and poetic form, but do you feel that the constant distractions, tidbits and fast pace of the internet age lend themselves to a more fragmented or free-verse style of poetry? Is there a place for form or narrative poetry in the 21st century?

The website, and the savviness it implies, is somewhat of a ruse鈥揑 don鈥檛 really know what I鈥檓 doing in the tech world, just enough to get by; I am, though, very interested in design, and I鈥檝e had some wonderful people who鈥檝e propped me up in this realm, most notable being Justin Runge, who designed Punchline鈥檚 cover, and from whose design I stole some of flashier elements of the website.

But to get to the real question, I worry a little about the relationship between the internet and poetry. The internet, as it鈥檚 called in Nicholas Carr鈥檚 book The Shallows, is basically a 鈥渄istraction machine,鈥 and distraction isn鈥檛 the way to go about an art as fueled by focus as poetry 鈥 if you can鈥檛 pay attention, and sink yourself into a puzzle of understanding, poetry鈥檚 going to pose problems for you. So while I don鈥檛 know quite yet what the medium鈥檚 impact on form has been, I can guess that it may lead people into a quippier poetry that jumps from topic to topic, with only the most superficial, or Freudian, connections linking the work together.

I love many of the poets called 鈥淣eo-Surrealist,鈥 but I think there may be some of this going on there鈥揳 love for the jump, for the unexpected transition, for the hyperlink-like surprise you can get when going from one line/image to the next鈥搕hat circumvents a greater narrative, or 鈥減urpose鈥 behind the work. This, along with a prioritization of 鈥渆ntertainment鈥 over 鈥渨isdom,鈥 I do think has led to some fragmentation in the poetry of today. Even if I personally don鈥檛 adhere much to narrative i.e. 鈥渃haracters and plot,鈥 I do find much good in narrative i.e. 鈥渃oncept and argument,鈥 and, like postmodern art that is driven more by the title or the artist鈥檚 explanation of the work than the substance of the work itself, I think we may be losing something.

As someone who is involved in so many disciplines 鈥 poetry, journalism, literature (Romanticism), technology, philosophy 鈥 do you foresee a movement away from specialization and into a new Renaissance of multi-genre intelligence? What role do you think interdisciplinary studies plays or should play in poetry?

I think interdisciplinary is where it鈥檚 at. I don鈥檛 know that we鈥檒l have a wholesale movement away from specialization, because we live in a world/economy that often demands of us a very narrow expertise, but I find for myself a much greater satisfaction in diversification. There鈥檚 so much to study and experience, so why carve such a small niche? All the old school philosophers were people of many talents, being doctors, scientists, politicians, thinkers, farmers, artisans, whatever, and I do think we鈥檝e given up some of that 鈥渨orldliness within one鈥檚 own space鈥; this is why I am skeptical of educational paradigms that limit people鈥檚 abilities to take classes outside a 鈥渕ajor鈥 鈥搕here鈥檚 so much a sociologist could learn from a biologist, or a lit student could learn from an electrician, or a physicist could learn from a religious studies major, and on and on鈥

As for poetry, I feel the same way 鈥 we need it all. If I were a poet who only read poetry, what qualification would I have to make judgments about the world at large? 鈥淐reeds and schools in abeyance,鈥 someone famous once said, and whatever you study most is your school. I am drawn to the writing that is drawn from the elements of the world both close and most distant from the style of that writing, and not just from one鈥檚 own graduate school bookshelf.

You recently published a poem in Permafrost in the summer of 2011 entitled 鈥淗oliday.'  How would you say that this poem relates to the collection exhibited in Punchline?

Very much so, and in a different universe, 鈥淗oliday鈥 would have been in the book. They were written as part of the same manic push of creation, but I saw 鈥淗oliday鈥 as being very strong as an individual lyric, whereas much of the book relies on the relation between individual poems, very few of them having that big and bold 鈥#1 single鈥 feel to them. The book, as I see it, is not so much a collection of poems as it is one big statement, while 鈥淗oliday鈥 is a statement of its own. Because of this, I think the specificity of place of 鈥淗oliday鈥 would have felt odd in Punchline. That said, I really do love that poem because it has something different, something tight and direct that most of my work does not have.

There seems to be a theme in both 鈥淗oliday鈥 and Punchline about the relationship of the silly or trivial to the divine. What role do you think humor plays in poetry? What role do you think the quotidian plays in poetry, philosophy, or the divine?

The quotidian is just as important as the maximal 鈥 they both seem to be part of one system, so I can鈥檛 with good conscience spiritually consider one to be of greater importance than the other. That鈥檚 Romanticism sneaking in there again鈥ut I do see the small and the large to be, in a way, of one means and one end, even if we are laughably uncertain what those means and end are all about.

Humor is good times. For years I thought humor in poetry was a cursed, foolish thing, and that it was an affront to such a serious, damning art. Then I realized what a snobbish and nihilistic way of looking not just at art, but at the universe, that viewpoint was. So I think there鈥檚 funniness to be had, even if I think the typical 鈥渏oke poem鈥 often falls flat. I at one point thought Punchline was not funny at all, that it was in fact extremely unfunny due to the utter consequence of many of the philosophical meanderings it tackles, but the book eventually told me that that too was craziness, and that I myself needed to remember how ridiculous it is to try to figure out the meanings of our lives, how absurd it is to write a book, and how we should enjoy this magnificent, confounding playground we鈥檝e been given.

Permafrost readers may remember Courtright from the poem 鈥淗oliday' published in volume 33 in summer 2011. Following close on the heels of this publication, Courtright鈥檚 鈥淧unchline鈥 (Cold Wake Press, 2012) does justice to Courtright鈥檚 penchant for philosophical poetry. In this book, as well as in 鈥淗oliday,鈥 Courtright manages to balance witty anachronism, Romanticism, and comedy. These tensions are made explicit as his narratorial voice haggles with long-dead and living philosophers in the search for Truth. 鈥淧unchline鈥 is smart and sassy in this search with its impeccable timing and timelessness.

The humor in the book is woven into every page. One of the highlights of 鈥淧unchline鈥 is its sections organized by the tongue-in-cheek fragmented words of wisdom from various famous wise people such as Albert Einstein, Carl Sagan, Lorca. The section 鈥溾nvent the universe鈥 is footnoted by such a quote:

If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you  must first鈥︹

~Carl Sagan, astronomer, cosmologist,  astrophysicist, author, and, apparently,  baker, 1934-1996

As if this quote wasn鈥檛 humorously absurd on its own, as per usual Courtright isn鈥檛 using text just for laughs. This quote itself acts as a bridging poem which weaves together micro and macro themes of 鈥淧unchline鈥 surrounding the section: for example, the poem 鈥淭he Garden鈥 alludes, obviously, to the Garden of Eden, referencing the 鈥渢earful rush of falling,/ and sing each of these seeds鈥 which develop into that Fatal fruit of the tree of Knowledge. Furthering this apple metaphor, the poem 鈥淲hat I Have to Say To You鈥 describes:

One apple who is just that,

core, seeds, stem, meat, skin, in many ways the apple

is us

causing the fall of us.

In addition to this small weaving of themes, the sections weave the book together in terms of the larger themes of the duality of 鈥渘ow鈥 and 鈥渢hen,鈥 the micro and the macro as one and the same, and the unspoken answer/question which echoes through every poem: 鈥淲hy? Why.鈥

The title poem, occurring late in the book, teases the reader into thinking they are closing in on the answer to this question:

The Proof now

is the Proof then,

in the ringtones of college students, the darning

needles of grandmothers

and the lawnmowers and skillets of everyone in between.  

The duality of 鈥渘ow鈥 and 鈥渢hen,鈥 is the overarching theme which permeates 鈥淧unchline.鈥 No time receives preferential treatment within the poem, as is evidenced by the ringtones of college students falling within the same line as 鈥渢he darning,鈥 and the same couplet as the 鈥渘eedles of grandmothers.鈥 The use of 鈥渄arning鈥 broken up by a caesura is an apt choice in diction to interweave the two generations: darning is defined as both an act of weaving (creation), but also an act of mending the destroyed. The various objects in the stanza 鈥 ringtones, needles, lawnmowers and skillets 鈥 are all objects containing a potential for creation and a potential for destruction. A ringtone can initiate communication, but it can also disrupt it within the classroom setting (a fact Courtright is no doubt familiar with as a college-level instructor). Needles can puncture and needles can weave. Lawnmowers can cut and lawnmowers can maintain control of nature. Skillets can burn and skillets can cook. In all of this is 鈥渢he Proof鈥欌 of what, exactly?

And

it鈥檚 in the punchline that is all our being and all our seeking 鈥

these are

the roadsigns of proof, the victory of one definition

over others, the abstract

absurdity of living, here, wherever this is and why.

The movement from capitalized Proof in the first stanza to uncapitalized in the last stanza indicates a movement away from a sort of Romanticized notion of objective Truth, towards a realization of the 鈥渁bsurdity鈥 of the idea of 鈥渙ne definition鈥 for multifarious proofs and truths. By ending on 鈥渨hy鈥 with a period rather than a question mark, the poem plays upon the certainty that every answer is only a question, and emphasizes the finality of the intrinsic impossibility of 鈥渒nowing鈥 anything.

The gestures Courtright makes towards truth or meaning become virga, dissipating before they can hit the mind. The bridge from Romanticism to modernity The Punchline seems to be that there is no Punchline, or multiple punchlines, because to assume that there is a Punchline would assume an overarching meaning. The tension lies between the emphasis upon the duality of Proof and proof, punchline and Punchline 鈥 which leaves the reader delightfully disturbed at the nihilistic absurdity of living.