Nine Gates: Entering the Mind of Poetry

Nine Gates: Entering the Mind of Poetry

by Jane Hirshfield

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Nine Gates: Entering the Mind of Poetry by Jane Hirshfield

"With the exactitude of a surgeon and the sensuous attention of a chef, Hirshfield addresses, essay by essay, the art, craft, and act of making poetry. . . . These essays are both brilliantly ambitious--one random passage in her last piece, on 'writing and the threshold life,' flows 14th-century Japanese poet Ono no Komachi (whose poems she has translated in the past) into Czeslaw Milosz into Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman--and confidently clear."
--Village Voice

"A cross between a reader's guide to poetry and a how-to guide for would-be poets, Hirshfield's collected essays on poetic understanding read like a series of vigorous, well-documented university guest lectures...With her feet firmly planted in both the Western and Eastern canons, Hirshfield delivers a thorough and timely collection on our relationships to poetry, our relationship to the world and everything in between."
--Publishers Weekly

"Jane Hirshfield dares to write about the mysteries of art, and she approaches the poem in a way that feels exactly right to me: plainly, reverently, intelligently. She respects subject matter and gives due weight both to past masters and her own intuition. The result is rare and fine: a collection of essays combining the richness of a daybook with the pointed quality of a good lecture."
--Robert Pinsky, Poet Laureate of the United States

"These expansive, fearless essays are on the basics of--not poesy in any small sense--but mind, wit, stalking, silky focus, the eros of knowledge, the steely etiquette of art. For those who want it, here's guidance toward the power of being in the margin, the calm ease of the center."
--Gary Snyder, author ofMountains and Rivers Without End

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780060929480
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 08/26/1998
Series: Harper Perennial
Pages: 240
Sales rank: 296,676
Product dimensions: 5.31(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.54(d)

About the Author

The author of five previous poetry collections and a book of essays, Jane Hirshfield has been a finalist for both the National Book Critics Circle Award and England’s T. S. Eliot Prize for Poetry, and she is the winner of the Poetry Center Book Award, the California Book Award, and fellowships from the Academy of American Poets, the National Endowment for the Arts, and the Guggenheim and Rockefeller foundations. Her work has appeared in The New Yorker, Atlantic Monthly, The Nation, the Los Angeles Times, and multiple volumes of The Best American Poetry and Pushcart Prize anthologies.

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Poetry and the Mind of Concentration

Every good poem begins in language awake to its own connections--language that hears itself and what is around it, sees itself and what is around it, looks back at those who look into its gaze and knows more perhaps even than we do about who and what we are. It begins, that is, in the body and mind of concentration.

By concentration, I mean a particular state of awareness: penetrating, unified, and focused, yet also permeable and open. This quality of consciousness, though not easily put into words, is instantly recognizable. Aldous Huxley described it as the moment the doors of perception open; James Joyce called it epiphany. The experience of concentration may be quietly physical--a simple, unexpected sense of deep accord between yourself and everything. It may come as the harvest of long looking and leave us, as it did Wordsworth, amid thought "too deep for tears." Within action, it is felt as a grace state: time slows and extends, and a person's every movement and decision seem to partake of perfection. Concentration can be also placed into things--it radiates undimmed from Vermeer's paintings, from the small marble figure of a lyre-player from prehistoric Greece, from a Chinese threefooted bowl--and into musical notes, words, ideas. In the wholeheartedness of concentration, world and self begin to cohere. With that state comes an enlarging: of what may be known, what may be felt, what may be done.

A request for concentration isn't always answered, but people engaged in many disciplines have found ways to invite it in. A ninthcentury Zen monk, Zuigan, could be heard talking to himselfrather sternly each morning: "Master Zuigan!" he would call out. "Yes?" "Are you here?" "Yes!" Violinists practicing scales and dancers repeating the same movements over decades are not simply warming up or mechanically training their muscles. They are learning how to attend unswervingly, moment by moment, to themselves and their art; learning to come into steady presence, free from the distractions of interest or boredom.

Writers, too, must find a path into concentration. Some keep a fixed time of day for writing, or engage in small rituals of preparation and invitation. One may lay out exactly six freshly sharpened pencils, another may darken the room, a third may develop as odd a routine as Flaubert, who began each workday by sniffing a drawer of aging apples. Immersion in art itself can be the place of entry, as Adam Zagajewski points out in "A River": "Poems from poems, songs/from songs, paintings from paintings." Yet however it is brought into being, true concentration appears--paradoxically--at the moment willed effort drops away. It is then that a person enters what scientist Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi has described as "flow" and Zen calls "effortless effort." At such moments, there may be some strong emotion present--a feeling of joy, or even grief-but as often, in deep concentration, the self disappears. We seem to fall utterly into the object of our attention, or else vanish into attentiveness itself.

This may explain why the creative is so often described as impersonal and beyond self, as if inspiration were literally what its etymology implies, something "breathed in." We refer, however metaphorically, to the Muse, and speak of profound artistic discovery as revelation. And however much we may come to believe that "the real" is subjective and constructed, we still feel art is a path not just to beauty, but to truth: if "truth" is a chosen narrative, then new stories, new aesthetics, are also new truths.

Difficulty itself may be a path toward concentration--expended effort weaves us into a task, and successful engagement, however laborious, becomes also a labor of love. The work of writing brings replenishment even to the writer dealing with painful subjects or working out formal problems, and there are times when suffering's only open path is through an immersion in what is. The eighteenthcentury Urdu poet Ghalib described the principle this way: "For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river--/Unbearable pain becomes its own cure."

Difficulty then, whether of life or of craft, is not a hindrance to an artist. Sartre called genius "not a gift, but the way a person invents in desperate circumstances." Just as geological pressure transforms ocean sediment to limestone, the pressure of an artist's concentration goes into the making of any fully realized work. Much of beauty, both in art and in life, is a balancing of the lines of forward-flowing desire with those of resistance--a gnarled tree, the flow of a statue's draped cloth. Through such tensions, physical or mental, the world in which we exist becomes itself Great art, we might say, is thought that has been concentrated in just this way: honed and shaped by a silky attention brought to bear on the recalcitrant matter of earth and of life. We seek in art the elusive intensity by which it knows.

Concentration's essence is kinetic, and the dictionary shows the verb as moving in three directions. The first definition of "to concentrate" is to direct toward a common center. This form of concentration pulls a poem together, making of its disparate parts a single event. A lyric poem can be seen as a number of words that, taken as a whole, become a new, compound word, whose only possible definition is the poem itself. That unity of purpose is a poem's integrity and oneness, drawing it inward and toward coherence.

The second definition is to focus one's attention; this aspect of concentration faces outward, and has to do with the feeling of clarity a good poem brings to both writer and reader. Clarity does not mean simplicity, or even ease of understanding--at times, only the most complex rendering can do justice to an experience, and other times, ambiguity itself is a poem's goal.

Table of Contents

Preface vii
Poetry and the Mind of Concentration
3(30)
The Question of Originality
33(21)
The World Is Large and Full of Noises: Thoughts on Translation
54(28)
The Myriad Leaves of Words
82(25)
Poetry and the Mind of Indirection
107(20)
Two Secrets: On Poetry's Inward and Outward Looking
127(26)
Facing the Lion: The Way of Shadow and Light in Some Twentieth-Century Poems
153(23)
Poetry as a Vessel of Remembrance
176(21)
Writing and the Threshold Life
197

What People are Saying About This

Robert Pinsky

"Jane Hirshfield dares to write about the mysteries of art, and she approaches them in a way that feels exactly right to me: plainly, revently, intelligently. She respects subject matter and gives due weight to both past masters and her own intuition. The result is rare and fine: a collection of essays combinging the richness of a daybook with the pointed quality of a good lecture." Robert Pinsky, Poet Laureate of the United States

Gary Snyder

"It takes nerve to talk about 'nine gates.' Jane Hirshfield, for all her mild tones, has a diamond-hard set of insights to share and no fooling. Her territory reaches from ancient Greece to traditional Japan, from the preliterate to the refinements of contemporary literacy, and she sews them together. these expansive, fearless essays are on the basics of--not poesy in any small sense--but mind, wit, stalking, silky focus, the eros of knowledge, the steely etiquette of art. For those who want it, here's guidance toward the power of being in the margin, the calm ease of the center."

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Nine Gates: Entering the Mind of Poetry 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
THIS AUTHOR SEEMS TO NOT GAIN THE ATTENTION SHE DESERVES. HER WORKS ARE INSIGHTFUL, DESCRIPTIVE AND VERY ENCOMPASSING CULTURALLY. A MUST HAVE FOR ALL POETRY FANS!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is based on several lectures Hirshfield gave on poetry and then expanded. Its following exploration of the creation, translation, and experience of poetry is quite lovely. Only occasionally does it get bogged down.