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Letters

In response to:

Recent Poetry: Three American Poets from the June 25, 1964 issue

To the Editors:

If Mr. Flint [in “Three American Poets”, NYR, June 25th] had bothered to read my film criticism, he would be aware that I have inveighed against the school of Menotti more bitingly than he. To say that my disgust with the school of personal anguish implies a return to romanticism or a neo-romanticism like that of Barber Menotti, is to make a total misreading of my text My call is not for a regression, but for an advance. If semicolons are pregnant, what are Silences? Mallarmé could write of the blank page, but to surround a bland university poet’s impeccable standard verses with Mallarméan pregnancies seems stretching it. Perhaps Mr. Flint is saying that since the verses are unexciting, the silences are preferable. But I am not concerned with the university poet, whether in vacation or term-time.

I am concerned with the fashionable school of self-proclaimed excruciation, for which Mr. Flint has long been a vociferous and uncritical apologist. This school, after eighteen years of dominance, is beginning to show signs of use and abuse, as are its promoters…. The grey-beards in their forties and fifties, of whom Mr. Flint speaks with a certain feeling, are no longer the revolutionary anguished youths of twenty and thirty. Their inner turmoil has a certain wooden, repetitive quality to it. The drums are getting dumb from over-beating. And can Mr. Flint still be the Apostle to the Gentiles for such consolidated, entrenched, honor-bedecked revolutionaries?

Joseph Bennett

New York City

R. W Flint replies:

I am unable to establish any contact with the Mr. Flint of Bennett’s letter who has long been a “vociferous and uncritical apologist” for some school or other. Does anyone know him, and if so will they please shoot him on sight?

What I thought I was doing, among other things, was goading people to read Mr. Bennett’s piece, out of curiosity or perhaps outrage at my tone.

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