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The Poetry Critic and the Consumer (On Criticism #2)


written by the Judge

Criticism in most art-forms or media other than poetry is informed by at least two opposing registers. On one hand, it is concerned with the interpretation and elucidation of a text. On the other, it functions as a consumer guide. Just like the review of a car, a cruise company or a mobile phone, criticism of film, music, novels, comics and games is often concerned with letting the reader know what product they are about to invest their resources on. Is this movie worth my money? Is this music album the right type of gift for my girlfriend? Is this game something I can let my ten- and twelve-year old children play? Criticism will usually balance the ‘intellectual’ and the ‘consumer guide’ (CG from here) registers depending on how these two are balanced in the medium itself. Film reviews usually lean towards the CG, reflecting the fact that the most popular movies in terms of sales are commercial blockbusters; but they have a very powerful, firmly established institutionfor intellectual criticism as well, catering for the interests of the numerous viewers who are passionate about film-making as an art. Games, which are the youngest medium, never developed such a thing as an intellectual criticism until only very recently – and the release of triple-A titles continues to correspond to (mostly) homogeneous responses from the critics.

Poetry criticism is idiosyncratic because, even while sharing the first role of interpretation and elucidation, it lacks the CG register entirely. The question of whether a poetry collection is ‘worth your money’ is never seriously posed, and there are no concerns in terms such as parental control. Furthermore, most readers have already made up their mind on whether to buy a book or not before they read the review (often they will come to the review as a way of following up on reading the book itself). Word of mouth goes a much longer way towards popularising a collection than the established magazines and webzines for poetry criticism. Even when a reader is in doubt, the typical strategy is simply to look for poetry samples, rather than reviews. These can normally be found online, and they give a much better idea of the text than something like a trailer or an album’s single could ever hope to do.

Though these are, I think, realities of the poetic scene that most people are familiar with, newcomers to criticism (and sometimes not them alone) are still more likely to be troubled by the absence of the CG register than by anything else. We say this bearing in mind that, in a world as shifting and unstable as that of poetry, ‘newcomers to criticism’ are anything but a small or unimportant group.

Greener critics still approach the writing of a review as though its main purpose were to answer the question ‘Is it good?’ This is understandable, because it’s the question which seems to be at the heart of most other criticism out there. Unfortunately, it only really makes sense when there is a CG register behind it. ‘Is it good?’ can be translated in several manners according to the product – it can be a different way of saying ‘is it worth my money?’, or ‘does it work?’, or for more intellectual groups, ‘does it promote a set of values we approve (feminism, pacifism, liberalism, etc.)?’

On the other hand, what does it even mean to say that poetry is ‘good’? There is no consensus on the subject, no standards to appeal to. There is no Rottentomatoes.com to tell us what the critical community thinks as a whole. There’s barely any way of measuring popularity by sales, which at least provides one type of response. If anything can be said with confidence at all, it is that the criteria for ‘good’ and ‘bad’ – in terms of how they can be relevant to a piece of criticism – are completely different in poetry than they are in other arts. I would go further than that and say that they are irrelevant, and that critics should not be posing that question at all when approaching a collection. Praise along the lines of ‘this poet shows real confidence in his / her diction’, or criticism like ‘some of his / her formal poems are weaker than the others’ is generally giving sterile information. So this guy’s syntax is clever – so what? Where do we go from there? What is the point of reading this? What is there to discuss, other than personal taste? This is information that the reader was probably not looking for and that, by and large, s/he does not care about. Remember: the reader has, in all likelihood, either already read the book or already made up his / her mind as to whether to buy it.

The real question that should inform a poetry review is ‘What is it saying?’ Or, alternatively, ‘What is it about? What is it really about?’ In a form of art that is almost entirely built on subtlety, allusion, metaphor, reference and double meanings, this is the one question that is always imperative, and that can never be taken for granted.


Note that I specifically said ‘What is it saying’ and not ‘What is s/he saying’. Though the most academically versed of my readers may roll their eyes and take this for a given, it’s always important to state that a poem speaks for itself, independently of the poet’s intention. Interpreting a poem is not an act of archaeology directed towards a hypothetical urtext held inside the poet’s head. Instead, it’s about letting the poem open up and speak for itself, in ways that even the artist may have been unaware of (this is easier to understand when the interpretation is negative – if you are describing a poem’s failings, you are pointing out questionable statements and internal contradictions that the author likely did not intend; the act of interpreting a poem positively should be seen as essentially no different).

The poetry critic is responsible for providing an engaged and researched interpretation for a reader who may only have skimmed through the poems casually, or may not be familiar with the context or cultural objects treated in the text (for instance, the reader may come from another country, or even be new to poetry altogether). People who dislike a collection may simply not understand it (sometimes, even those who like a collection may do so without knowing why). The poetry review should be the first place where they can turn to find someone to help them out. In this sense, a review functions a little like an introduction that is published outside of the book.

At the same time, however, the poetry critic meets in the question ‘What is it saying?’ a responsibility that is more profound than that of the mere introduction. To the extent that poetry is its own scene, environment and (sub)culture, it also carries with it its own prejudices, biases and misconceptions. There are myths – within, not only outside of the culture – that mischaracterise the poet, the reader, the media, the history, or even individual figures and movements. Sometimes poets come with ideological agendas, determined by their class, their culture and their background. It is the critic’s job, then, to identify and question specifically those discursive tropes in a poetry collection which are particular to the world of poetry.

Though we ideally assume that reading poetry always frees and expands our minds, there are ways in which it can do the opposite (and this, I would argue, is the only case in which we can legitimately talk about bad poetry – a matter which has nothing to do with technique, emotional impact or beauty / lack thereof). Lofty embellishments aside, poetry is still fundamentally one person expressing him / herself through language. And like any other mode of expression, it can and will be weighed down by the speaker’s own conceptual and cultural limits. I make an extreme example: a racist individual writing a poem will likely reveal his / her bias in the choice of words and imagery, and this will often be the case even if the chosen topic has nothing to do with ethnicity (if this does not hold true of an individual poem, it will for a full collection). The case-study is implausible – anti-racism is pretty much taken for granted in poetry circles. But what are the values that are not taken for granted? Racism is something that is easily recognised (and rejected) by the poetic groups because it comes from outside the subculture – but what of those beliefs and ideas that are particular, if not exclusive, to the subculture itself? For example, what do we consider the role of art to be in society? Are we all on the same page? Is anyone right and anyone wrong? More to the point – could our views on art be discriminating certain groups or types of artists? Could they be promoting a perspective that is in any way hegemonic, for instance by pressing the view that a poet should be doing or saying particular things, belonging to any given class or group, or that s/he should behave in certain ways in (relation to) society? Does a poetry collection in/directly promote a political agenda, and does it thereby imply that poets in general should conform to this agenda? Is thisa form of discrimination that we are genuinely trained to recognise and not tolerate?

I am making examples that are generally ‘ideological’ in nature, but they don’t have to be. Any interpretation of the text that is aware of how the text derives its power and slant from its medium, its sub/culture, or its institutions will be answering the question ‘What is it really saying?’ Here are some more examples: how does the fact that an opinion is written in a poem affect our reception of that opinion? What are the themes or statements that typically appear in poetry as opposed to other forms of expression– and why are they so typical of poetry? What is it that makes them ‘poetic’? How, and how aptly, does poetry give a voice to minorities? What are the forms of minority discourse in poetry, and how is our response to this discourse different in poetry than it is when we encounter it in other media? And how do ‘minority’ poets in turn reflect these poetic expectations in their verse? Where does poetry come from, i.e. which social groups produce poetry and operate its forums – is there a pattern? – and how does their background reflect itself in the verse (we have asked this question, for example, of academics)? How is poetry represented by the greater media and popular culture, and how does this representation in turn affect poetry’s own understanding of itself?

These are exactly the kind of issues that a poetry critic has a responsibility to address, and which define his / her job as something quite different from that of the film critic, the game critic or the music critic. Poetry is not an Olympus of intelligence and sensitivity; it has its own discursive, formal, ideological limits which clamp it and its interpreters down. Recognising and pointing out these limits, so that we may all move beyond them, is the job of the critic. And if this sounds difficult or complex, you are probably reading too much into it. It is enough, when approaching a collection for a review, to ditch all the questions of whether it is good or bad or average or whatever, forget the useless mystery of what the author may have intended, and simply keep asking yourself while reading: ‘What is it saying? What is it really saying?’

(Part three coming next week, fellas. We’re not done yet).

Aspects of the Poetry Review (On Criticism #1)


written by the Judge


Attempts at describing any mode of criticism must account for the fact that said criticism will always be shaped by the object which it describes. Thus the critical industries behind film, music, literature and gaming are shaped in a way that reflects the industries of those same media and art-forms. It is exceptionally hard to speak of such a thing as ‘general criticism’; the review of a concert will of course differ from the review of an art exhibition in a way which reflects the (potentially incompatible) differences between the two arts.

Accounting for poetry criticism must therefore take into account the particular aspects that distinguish poetry from other arts – and there is probably no better point to start from than the fact that, as we all know (and at times lament), there is no money in poetry. There are what one may call superstars in the subculture, but their status is more likely to be measured by the number of times their names are mentioned in articles rather than by the number of cars in their garage.

The fact that there is no money in poetry comes with several important consequences; for one thing, it has an enormous effect on the form of poetry criticism. Lacking the sponsorship to make a living out of reviews and articles, critics can only operate out of passion and personal interest, balancing these activities with their everyday needs. This poses a number of challenges for any would-be editor: it becomes exceptionally hard to assemble a group of reviewers working together for the same platform – their specific interests and desires being driven by personal curiosity, they are less willing to conform to editorial rules and standards than someone who is paid to do so. Even harder than setting up such a hypothetical platform is the task of sustaining it for an extended period of time; any event in the personal and professional life of a critic could potentially draw him / her away from this type of voluntary work. Many would-be critics in fact start out writing enthusiastically, only to find after two or three of these unrewarded reviews that they do not have as much time as they expected to keep doing this on the long run. Even assuming a stable critical platform can be set up, it is hard to endow it with a stable critical voice – too often its members will simply come and go, meaning that the opinions and ideas held therein will change very quickly. Needless to say, the inherent instability of any critical platform means that communication between different platforms will be even more volatile.

In brief, the primary challenge posed to those who would approach poetry criticism, either as writers or as simple readers, is the lack of a cohesive, unitary critical voice or referent. Instead, the newcomer is faced with a variety of sources, each operating according to its own terms and by its own standards (and often unstable enough that even its own internal standards will demonstrate inconsistencies and variations).

This is a direct reflection of the status of poetry itself, at least as opposed to other arts. There are no stable critical platforms because the artistic platforms themselves are considerably weaker and disjointed. There is no such thing as an MTV, in poetry – a centralised space that distributes poetry according to a democratic sweep of the consumer base. Instead, there is a kaleidoscope of small and smaller independent presses, almost unfailingly run by poets, working in a very intimate relationship with their main artists. The world of poetry is fragmented into small social circles interacting with each other in a way that is unique to the art – and criticism is correspondingly fragmented into even smaller social circles, corollary to the ones above.

It is true that there are some presses which are larger and more powerful than the others (Faber and Picador stand out in the UK), and whose publications tend to make waves. But they too depend for their criteria on selected (if relatively wider and more prestigious) social circles, as opposed to consumer response in terms of what’s selling. It is very rare for a new collection published by Faber and Picador to earn a critical reception that is, on the whole, negative, and this for the simple reason that the press and the critical platforms are very closely interwoven (not, mind you, in the sense that the critics are ‘corrupted’, ‘bribed’ or dishonest in any way – only that they belong to the same social group as the editor and poet, and are thus more likely to share in the aesthetic taste). In addition, there is no such thing in poetry as that phenomenon we sometimes see in other arts, when a product sells enormously but gets bashed by the critics (or vice versa). The consumers and critics are pretty much the same, in poetry, so good sales (in relative terms) will correspond to good reviews.

One important piece of evidence demonstrating the lack of unity and agreement in the voice(s) of poetry criticism is the absence of such a thing as a ‘scoring system’. Though the notion of grading a poetry collection with numbers from one to ten or with percentile scores may appear ridiculous, there is a reason we don’t have it – and this is not that the critics have all looked at each other, shook their heads and said, ‘No, what a silly notion’. Bad ideas, however bad, tend to have at least one or two practitioners, especially in the universally democratic field that is represented by the internet. (That said, I would not be surprised were I now to receive an e-mail linking me to some fellow who reviews poems and gives them numerical scores; the internet is indeed a cavern measureless to man and I can only apologise for not having explored all of it).


No, the reason there is no such thing as a scoring system is simply that poetry criticism is unable to support it. The idea of quantifying merit is just as good or bad for any other art as it is for poetry; if you cannot do it for a pamphlet of verse, then you cannot do it for a movie either. But scoring systems abound in the world of film, even in some intellectual sites, simply because there is such a thing as a common language for criticism. This doesn’t mean that everyone speaks from the same voice; but it does mean that (almost) everyone understands where others are coming from. It is quite clear whether a site (or a writer) is dedicated to an intellectual analysis, a consumer guide, a casual blog or even that peculiar but surprisingly established genre of comedy criticism. These modes of criticism are all consolidated because the film industry is equally well-ordered, as movies are accurately divided by genre, target audience and production value. Imagine doing the same thing with poetry. Think of the last five poetry books you have read or purchased, and try placing them in a genre. Or, try defining the mainstream modes of criticism behind poetry. (The challenge is rhetorical, but if you can indeed do that – then we want to hear from you!)

A scoring system would in fact be practical in many ways – its purpose, after all, is never to evaluate a work of art, but simply to provide common terms of discussion across critical platforms. But if the whole thing is to have any meaning at all, you need to get your critics to all agree on the criteria for the scoring rates, and give them the time to refine their judgment according to those same criteria. As we mentioned above, gathering such a durable assembly necessitates criticism to be a paid profession, and not a (very noble) hobby. A scoring system could only be practiced with consistency by someone writing alone, but (again) if that person is not paid, s/he is unlikely to be able to review more than one book every three weeks (which is not very much). And even then, how long can that person go before life gets in the way and the output is cut short?

The subculture of poetry compensates for the lack of a compass point in its criticism thanks to an exceptionally high level of preparation in its readers. The ratio of reader per critic (or artist) is probably lower in poetry than in any other art. In fact, almost anyone who reads contemporary poetry habitually is qualified, at least potentially, to be a poetry critic. This means that the reader of a poetry review will in principle be equipped to understand and contextualise the review with no need for an established source. It also means, however, that the critic must have some special standards in terms of how to write the article. The readership is different than what it is for a film or a game, and the review must account for this difference, respond accordingly and then take responsibility for the way said readership may respond.

What are these ‘special standards’? Having established some of the ways in which the form of the poetry subculture influences the form of its criticism, I now find that space is coming short. This doesn’t mean that I’m going to cut the argument short, only that I’ll have to continue it next week. In the upcoming month Drfulminare.com is going to publish a few more articles dealing with poetry reviews themselves, with what makes them unique as items of criticism, and with the special responsibilities of the critic in this particular context. See you next Wednesday.

Part Two is out! Read it here!

Magma 54



A good showing for us again in issue 54 of Magma, available from here. It features poems by Ian McLachlan (co-author of our team-up pamphlet Confronting the Danger of Art), Mark Waldron (who launched the opening salvo in our micro-anthology Pocket Spellbook) and Ben Stainton (who will be appearing in the forthcoming Coin Opera 2).

It also includes a poem by me, alongside the other winners of this year’s Eric Gregory Awards, who are a fine bunch that we’re keeping our eyes on.

Finally, it includes a wonderful review of School of Forgery by David Morley. Morley, one of the editors of Bloodaxe’s The New Poetry (the book that convinced me to start reading poetry seriously), is usually very generous when describing the work of others but also crafts his reviews meticulously, avoiding cliches and trite praise and instead trying to articulate what is unique about a particular poet’s output. Well, I would say that. But I’m serious! Here are some choice extracts:

“So intense is the attention to things and forms that every poem in School of Forgery could be described as high definition performance.

Jon Stone understands that a poetry collection is a poetic form in itself … The whole composition matters. So does every weld. The structure of School of Forgery is ingenious and impressively intricate. Its slotting architectures are slit, mortised and battened.

Ultimately, it’s not its complexity or élan that resonate with me but genuine tristesse. Like Mandelstam studying the science of saying goodbye, it understands the heartbroken space between possibility and requital.”

I am slightly jealous that, as it turns out, my book got to see more of this year’s swifts than I did, however. Maybe next year I’ll try to spend more of the summer outside of London.

Where Rockets Burn Through


Both Sidekick editors – that is, me and the other one – that is, Jon Stone (me) and Kirsten Irving (the other one) – feature in this brand new anthology of science fiction poetry from Penned in the Margins. Where Rockets Burn Through is edited by Edinburgh-based writer and researcher Russell Jones and is a timely revival of a wonderful subgenre of poetry – one on which I wrote an article for Poetry News last year.

The book also features work from poets who have appeared in our previous and forthcoming books, including Aiko Harman, Simon Barraclough, Bill Herbert, Ross Sutherland, Ian McLachlan and Chrissy Williams.

Order the book here. The London launch is on 6th December at Toynbee Studios – more info here.

Interrobang Festival this Saturday!

This Saturday promises to be a spectacular romp through spoken word as London hosts the irresistible Interrobang Festival!

Book launches, bookmaking, readings, the divine Ladies of the Press and much more, all spread across three floors! Get yourself down to The Betsey Trotwood in Clerkenwell and dive in!

Facebook page riiiight here!

Balancing the Books: An Interview with Dennis Harrison from the Albion Beatnik


We take a break from our series on emerging foreign poets to pay our tribute to the Albion Beatnik book store, who are about to stage several poetry readings in Oxford. Judi Sutherland interviews their man-o’-the-moment Dennis Harrison. Any of you who happen to be in or around Oxfordshire these days, be sure to go and check them out!


Life is tough for booksellers these days, but one famous independent bookshop and cultural hub in Oxford is working extremely hard to boost sales and build its brand, with a programme of poetry readings throughout November. Judi Sutherland interviews Dennis Harrison from the Albion Beatnik, which sells a range of books, both new and second hand.

Dennis, why is bookselling so tough these days?

It isn’t only the rise of online book sales and e-book readers. I’ve been in the business thirty years now and I’d say that the book is no longer central to cultural life. Having said that, our poetry section is doing well.  Poetry books have remained tactile – those that sell well are also beautiful objects in their own right.

How do you choose the poetry you sell?

I don’t come from an academic standpoint. Some modern poetry I find difficult, and the best way to get to grips with is sometimes to learn it. My tastes are quite eclectic, I like Jamie McKendrick’s poems, and John Hegley’s rhymes are funny. I hope it isn’t old-fashioned to say I love John Fuller’s work for its form and construction. I buy in a lot of American poetry, and it flies off the shelves.  I’m not sure why that is (maybe the name of the shop? – JS), but it has something to do with the tactile quality I was talking about; American  books seem to be beautifully produced, and some British presses could learn from that.

The poetry scene is bewilderingly large.  I sell contemporary and local poets like Bernard O’Donoghue, Jamie McKendrick and Vahni Capildeo, plus all the 20th Century warhorses such as Eliot, Hughes, Heaney.  My choice might be rashly termed serendipitous.

In general, I think there is probably too much poetry being produced these days and the quality seems patchy. Some presses (who shall remain nameless) appear to publish anything they are sent… There’s probably not enough filtering by editors, but I suppose it is hard for publishers to know how to back a winner.

You put on a lot of readings in the shop.  How did that evolve?

It’s been a gradual process. To begin with, people came to me and asked if they could put on readings, but for our new series, ‘Sounds of Surprise’, I was quite pro-active, which allowed me to be more choosy; I’m aiming for consistency and high quality. This time I’ve done a lot of the asking. Not everything that reads well on the page sounds good out loud (fishes out ‘The Same Life Twice’ by Frank Kuppner) – this is fascinating, but I’m not sure how well it would go down as a reading!

The Albion Beatnik is a natural space for poetry; the wooden floors help with the acoustics. We can move back some of the free-standing shelves and put in benches, giving us an audience limit of about seventy people. I’ve always loved jazz, so we have some musical events too.

What are the highlights of ‘Sounds of Surprise’?

There’s a lot I’m looking forward to. We have something happening almost every night through into early December. Liz Berry and Isabel Dixon have both read here before.  I loved Liz’s work and I’m delighted that she will be reading here this time with Kevin Crossley-Holland. Not many people are familiar with Kevin Ireland, but he’s almost like the Larkin of New Zealand, and because Kevin knows Fleur Adcock, we will have the two of them reading together. David Herd and Simon Smith will be reading from their collaboration ROTE/THRU, with music from The-Quartet – that will be an exciting evening.

Will the readings boost your sales?

Not really. I don’t want to sound like a natural depressive, but putting on a poetry evening is a lot of effort to sell another five or six copies.  But it raises the shop’s profile, and it’s great fun to do.  People love reading here – it works.

And how does the future look to you?

The jury is out on independent bookshops.  People tell me that the future is dead but I don’t think that’s true – the book trade will adapt.  Shops will have to work harder at presenting themselves and fitting what they do into a commercial framework.  The world is always changing. And if the internet ever crashes – I’m quids in.

The Albion Beatnik Bookstore is at 34, Walton Street, Jericho, Oxford, OX1 3AA.

Details of the Sounds of Surprise programme can be found here.

Language and Shape: A Judge’s Report


Today the National Poetry Competition blog tour arrives at the Sidekick site for its seventh and final stop. We’re delighted to host the following short article by renowned poet and critic George Szirtes. Remember: the deadline for the competition is in one day. Entry details are here.


Language and Shape: A Judge’s Report

Reading individual poems among a mass of others is not like reading a book. Reading a book is reading a poet: judging competitions is reading poems. The poems have to stand out. The best poems – usually forty or fifty – do so for two main reasons: language and shape.

The poem will be fascinated by language, not in an overt or flashy way, but so you feel the words have come to the poet clear and fresh. Something will have struck the poets in a new way, tipped them slightly off balance, tipped them into language that is at some level a surprise.

A  poem is also a shape. It is a thought or feeling that has moved through language to attain an all but ideal form that takes your breath away. All but ideal is important. A shape isn’t a box that clicks shut. The shape is something that is capable of flight. It is a potential.

There are competent poems that have grace or originality of thought or feeling but don’t fully excite. They seem to be satisfied with elegant turns of phrase and some neat observations. They tend to concentrate on experiences that are in themselves touching or humane but insist on a certain propriety. They are substantial and decent but are never really off-balance.

Subject matter is secondary.  Being a good human being is secondary. Being full of passion is secondary. Being right is secondary. Being clever is secondary.

Language and shape are primary, or so it seems in the heat of judging when graces and virtues look to cancel each other out.

You choose the forty or fifty, you lose confidence, you grow whims, you lose concentration, you experience sudden blinding clarities of judgment that turn out to be wrong. Eventually you emerge with five or six and try to put them into order. You could still be wrong. You could still have missed the great poem among the good ones.  But here are some that seem gorgeously off balance, almost flying, whose language happens to have flown in, fresh as light. Or so you think. You are only human.

Then you face your fellow judges and hope.



George Szirtes has probably written thirteen books of poetry but by some counts it’s fourteen. Reel (2004) was awarded the T S Eliot Prize, for which his next single volume, The Burning of the Books (2009) was also shortlisted. His new book, Bad Machine will be published by Bloodaxe in January 2013. Bloodaxe also published his New and Collected Poems (2008) which weighed in at 1 kilo. It is now available as an e-book that weighs 1 kilo less. He is also a translator of poetry and fiction from the Hungarian and has edited a number of anthologies, as well as the Summer 2012 issue of Poetry Review.

He has judged the National Poetry Competition twice, the first time with Jonathan Barker and Edwin Morgan in 1988, the second time with Deryn Rees-Jones and Sinead Miorrissey in 2010. He has also judged the Faber Prize, the Eliot Prize, the Independent Foreign Fiction Prize and many other prizes. His full-bottomed judge’s wig is currently at the cleaners.

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