As long as there is a written form of culture there will be written poetry.
Poetry on the page exists the way that human eyes and deep pools of water do: it gives something back to us that is more than what it contains on the surface.
Some people believe written poetry is under threat because spoken word and performance poetry is flourishing, drawing crowds of young people who respond to a predominantly oral, communal-based poetry.
Are these two forms mutually exclusive? Do they share connections that have not yet been explored?
We must reassess what we understand to be poetry and its role within society.
Elitism versus the popular In Africa oral expression is woven deep into the roots of the continent’s cultural traditions. The vitality of this tradition has been a well-spring of inspiration and continues to be so.
A confluence of rap, traditional praise poetry and street culture, contemporary spoken word and performance poetry is on the ascent.
But the popularity of contemporary oral forms, as well as the backlash to them, are predicated on a number of myths around poetry, resulting in us misconstruing the distinction between written and oral poetry, misconstruing even what written poetry is and its purpose is.
South African poet Mxolisi Nyezwa demolishes the idea of poetry as an intellectual and academic pursuit in the 2014 special issue of the South African poetry journal, New Coin. He argues that poetry is a part of daily life and that it belongs to all, including the “illiterate masses”.
If we do not understand how this can be, it is because we have a notion of poetry as something rarefied, above, different from what we as human beings go through on a daily basis. This is a false idea of poetry. Poetry for me is basic. It is elemental.
Nyezwa further argues that part of the reason for this misconception of poetry is the fact that South African schools and universities still operate out of an elitism that favours the Western English canon — the Great Tradition.
Here is Lesego Rampolokeng on this notion of elitism in poetry in ‘For the Oral’: ORAL not a blow job though it goes for the top Or maybe it is if you’re an academic It’s got yeats on heat fat sweat keats bubbling to the beat Rock to the rhythm of this poem of the year Shakespeare Your bigotry begets my poetry”
Falling foul of misconceptions. This sense of elitism separates popular, mass-based forms of expression from the solitary individual facing the page.
It promotes a high versus low division in culture and a false view of the poem on the page as divorced from the masses.
If we separate poetry into these categories we fall foul of misconceptions.
We privilege elitism above the popular and build walls between them.
We end up with a situation where oral forms are regarded as more hip, relevant and socially acceptable than written poetry — because a warped view of written poetry has been adopted.
It gets us nowhere to distinguish between page and stage poetry. There is bad and good on both sides. Nyezwa writes: “Stage poets need to adopt a more critical and less egotistic view of their work. I am tired of poets from South Africa putting on American accents and borrowing US hip hop cadences to deliver poems.”
But page poets need to remember the origins of all poetry — in song, in prayer, in the human voice and, most specifically, in the rhythm of the heartbeat. It is there already. Look at the line. The beginning and the end of the poetic line as a unit of phrasing, of sense-making, of breath. That is part of what written poetry has inherited from the voice.
In South Africa we have poets who understand and feel the strength of the rhythms of voice and the expressive potential of the visual line. Try, just for starters, the work of Vonani Bila and Lesego Rampolokeng, Malika Ndlovu and David wa Maahlamela. Look for the Afrikaans poets Toast Coetzer or Gert Vlok Nel.
But also engage with those traditions outside the borders of our country, particularly some of the avant-garde traditions too often occluded in the west: language as sound, resonant and non-lingual in Canada’s The Four Horsemen; the concrete poetry of Brazil; and the Mbari Club in Nigeria in the 1960s.
Poetry is in our blood. It is in our breathing. Whether we read it quietly by ourselves or listen to it in an audience.