Wednesday, December 19, 2012

A Pragmatic Critic: Across the Literary Divide

The latest transient traveler knocking on the door of my mind is the Pragmatic Critic. Being one who prides himself on being impeccably dressed (indeed is the epitome of dapper fastidiousness) he is slightly disheveled from the road and already irritated. Finding himself in company with a begrimed Golem who glares balefully at the newly-arrived does not improve the situation. Sliding reluctantly through the doorjamb Pragmatic Critic surveys the immediate environment, mouth pinched with distaste, taking note of all resident deficiencies: odds and ends of things, clutter and accumulation, a medley of littered details, tarnished with neglect and gathered beneath a coat of dust. He re-situates the glasses on the bridge of his nose and gives a supercilious sniff of disapproval. "So this is it, is it?"

He finds a chair on which to perch and retrieves a notepad from his satchel. "I took the liberty of making notes, and thought we might review them together." Pragmatic Critic looks down at me across the expanse of a protuberant nose, one eyebrow raised in a slightly skeptical manner as if personally ambivalent of the merits of this entire endeavor.

"Now, let us begin." He clears his throat, peering down at the meticulous jottings on his pad. "Humble Musings of a Literary Kind? That is what you call it? Literary would you say?" Pragmatic Critic snorts, the sound a curious combination of sardonic amusement and scoffing disbelief. I squirm on my chair. "I perused your...what did you call them?..ah yes...your musings..." A tight smile that more closely resembles a grimace crosses his lips. "And I must say I found them wanting. So much fluff. Romantic dither-dather. What is this nonsense about sepia-toned images coming alive?" He scrutinizes me with a narrowed gaze over the rim of glinting glasses; his tone, when he spoke again, was heavy with haughty disdain: "I daresay you might have some potential..." Pragmatic Critic waves one long-fingered pale hand in languid dismissal. "But you do insist upon these long-winded fanciful notions...who do you presume is interested in reading such drivel?" He shakes his head dubiously as he unwinds his lanky frame from the chair. He has retrieved his satchel, redeposited his notes, and stands, obviously eager to be gone. "What you need to do...." Pragmatic Critic pauses for maximum effect, "is pursue serious writing."

With his hand on the door, he turns to look over his shoulder. "One last word of advice, my dear. Dispense with these utterly irrelevant musings...and for goodness sake reevaluate your choice of roommate." And with a final scowl in the Golem's direction, who issues a guttural growl in response, Pragmatic Critic is gone, the door slamming heavily behind him...leaving the Golem and I together in the darkness.

So I am ruminating on Pragmatic Critic's advice, and a marvelous quote by Ezra Pound springs to mind: "I consider criticism merely a preliminary excitement, a statement of things a writer has to clear up in his own head sometime or other, probably antecedent to writing: of no value unless it come to fruit in the created work later." A preliminary excitement - what a gorgeously optimistic assessment! Of little account unless it contributes to the fundamental improvement of one's final narrative. So upon my next encounter with Pragmatic Critic I will keep Pound's wisdom firmly in mind,  extract any useful elements and mentally discard the rest, all the while offering a seat, a smile and a cup of tea to my most fastidious of guests.

10 comments:

  1. Grinches come in all forms,
    Pragmatic aside.
    Its you and the Golem
    That neatly reside
    In the thought of your process
    Whom would you tell
    Next time it rings,
    Don't answer his bell......

    PJ, I just love the way you capture words and lend them to paper. I could read you all day. Keep it flowing for all to be be enlightened and a-mused......

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    1. Simply ADORE your poem Blackhorse - thank you so much for your utterly gorgeous contribution! It is delightful beyond measure and so kind of you to share it and to visit my humble abode again! Thank you!

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  2. no writing is artistically barren.Gbemi Tijani201212 am

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    1. Yes, indeed Gbemi, thank you for your visit and your intriguing contribution.

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  3. “When we judge or criticize another person, it says nothing about that person; it merely says something about our own need to be critical.” ~ Anonymous

    Dear PJ, you handled yourself with grace and aplomb, comme toujour. What could be more serious that your humble musings? Did I detect a bit of the green-eyed monster in the critic? XOXO, Shari

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    1. Thank you Shari, you are, as usual, all kindness. And perhaps the Pragmatic Critic is indeed perhaps the less for his inability to indulge in flights of fancy! How staid and ordinary and proper he is indeed. :)

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  4. Was "my dear" an echo of Harold Bloom?

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    1. Could be indeed! In Bloom's own immortal words: “That will not do, my dear. I must protest!” Perhaps the Pragmatic Critic is a little less melancholy that his Shakespearean counterpart (Bloom) who has become (by his own description): “a tired, sad, humane old creature,” who greets his many friends and detractors with an endearing, melancholy exuberance. But I do relish in Bloom's fondness for the Emersonian adage: “That which I can gain from another is never tuition but only provocation.” I think Pragmatic Critic would concur with that one! Thanks for your illuminating comment and for the honor of your visit!

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  5. Hi PJ,
    Say the word and I'll pass your thoughts along to other channels. But only the channels you and I would prefer to watch. :-}
    Cheers, Don

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    1. Very kind, thank you Don - any broader marketing of my humble musings would be greatly appreciated indeed! With the deepest gratitude for your kind support, PJ

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