“What
is more important in a library than anything else - than everything else - is
the fact that it exists.” – Archibald MacLeish
Archibald MacLeish, one of the
so-called “Lost Generation” of writers and artists who made Paris their home in
the 1920s, grew out of a rebellious writer into who American
Libraries called, “One of the
hundred most influential figures in librarianship during the 20th century,”
working tirelessly to promote the arts, culture, and libraries.
Among other impacts, MacLeish became
the first Librarian of Congress to begin the process to name what would
ultimately become the position of U.S. Poet Laureate, a position he himself
easily could have fulfilled.
Associating himself with the
Modernist school, he wrote so eloquently and powerfully that he ended
up with dozens of prizes including two Pulitzers for Poetry and another for
Drama. His dramatic winner, the Broadway
play J.B. – a modern day re-telling
of the Book of Job – also won a Tony as Best Drama.
Often at odds with journalists, he
once said, “Journalists don’t understand how poets work. Journalism is concerned with events, poetry
with feelings. Journalism is concerned with the look of the world, poetry with
the feel of the world.
“Poets,” MacLeish said, “are
literal-minded men who will squeeze a word till it hurts.”
For a definitive look at his poetic
style, read his first Pulitzer winner, the epic Conquistador, written after he literally “walked the walk” of the
pathway taken by the conquistador Cortez when he first marched through what
would become Mexico. And for a quick
look at his work, here’s a segment his poem “Ars Poetics,” a poem written to show how he himself viewed
poetry.
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs
A poem should be equal to:
Not true
For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf
For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea -
A poem should not mean
But be
As the moon climbs
A poem should be equal to:
Not true
For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf
For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea -
A poem should not mean
But be
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