Of Donald Hall, who reads at Ulster Community College next Wednesday, it has been said that poetry is his day job. Hall, the author of 10 nonfiction books including two baseball classics, Dock Ellis in the Country of Baseball and Fathers Playing Catch With Sons, of numerous children's books, left a professorship at the University of Michigan in 1975 to return to his ancestral farmhouse in New Hampshire, along with his wife of three years, Jane Kenyon. There, until Kenyon's death in 1995, they led twin lives devoted to poetry. Now Hall continues that life alone, if anything, even more intensely: "Since Jane died," he said in a recent interview, "I haven't been able to be a general writer. I've written only poetry."
What is the life of a full-time poet? It says in Hall's bio that he has given over 4,000 readings at colleges, schools, arts centers, libraries, prisons and other institutions. "That was a few years ago," Hall says. "It's probably more than double that by now. "
Close to 10,000 poetry readings. This is a career in itself, and an impressive one. It means a lot of work at reading, a lot of attention to the relationship between poet and audience, between poetry and audience. The performance artists still talk about freeing poetry from the musty confines of the academy, but anyone who's come to the UCCC spring readings over the past few years, who've heard Sharon Olds, Carolyn Forche, Maxine Kumin, knows that it's this myth that's musty, not the combination of subtlety and dynamism an audience can get from a fine poet who's also a fine reader.
"Reading poetry aloud makes a difference in one's relationship to one's words," Hall says. "When I started writing, I thought of poetry exclusively on the printed page, though I was always very much aware of the sound of words. Poe was my first influence, at the age of 12 - then Stevens, at 14. Even when I was writing with no sense of words to be spoken out loud, my throat would move as I wrote
."But reading one's own poetry out loud to an audience was unheard of back then. Frost did it. But Wallace Stevens, William Carlos Williams, Marianne Moore - they virtually never read out loud.
"So I was writing for 'sounded print,' not for the spoken word. Then one day when I was about 27, an agent for lecture tours called me. I was flabbergasted. He wanted to me schedule a tour of reading poems to people--on stage--in public?
"I started out by reading with my hands at my sides, in a high-pitched monotone. Then I started to think more about what it meant to read poems aloud. When I was young, I'd thought about being an actor-it was between poetry and acting for me-but acting is only a part of it. As a teacher, teaching other people's poems, I had always tried to implant a voice in the poems I was teaching. Now I started to think about that voice. I started to think about how poetry sounded out loud. What was at one time writing theoretically for voicing, has now become writing actually for voicing.
"This can do good things for your poetry, but it can do dangerous things, too. I remember a time-it was in 1959-when I was working on a poem, and there was a key word that I knew was wrong. 'Ah,' I heard myself say, 'but in a reading I can make it sound right.' And, fortunately, I caught myself. 'Uh-oh,' I remember thinking. 'Watch your ass. This can be dangerous.'
"There are other dangers in thinking about reading poetry aloud. You don't want to be writing for the applause of college students. You don't want to limit yourself to writing poems that can be understood in hearing, although there's nothing wrong with writing some poems like that.
"On the other hand, there are ways it can help. I go through many drafts in writing a poem. I write every day, but an individual poem may take me a year or more to finish. I don't start reading a poem aloud until the late stages of revision, so all of my initial relationship is to words on a page, but when I do start reading it aloud, sometimes I'll find my voice will drop when I get to a certain word, as if I subconsciously didn't want anyone to hear it. That's a good signal to me that I should be taking another look at that word."
An audience at a reading, Hall notes, should remember that "it's different from reading a poem. Basically, you want to listen for pleasure - pleasure in the sounds of the words, pleasure in the moment - with no thought of interpretation. Just take it in, and let it flow through you.
"I compare listening to spoken poetry to learning a foreign language. At first you hear words and translate them into your own language. Then, you get to the point where you can make that leap to thinking in the other language. To get the most out of a reading, you need to make that leap - to turn off the translation machine, and just listen to the flow of that spoken language. You don't want to be writing a critical essay in your mind as you're listening."
Hall writes every day, from 6 a.m to noon. "I never begin a poem knowing exactly where I'm going to go. At one time, when I was younger, I felt I had to know just where I was going before I started. But I outgrew that. All writing is action writing--when you cross out a word, you open yourself to all sorts of alternatives, and things become really dynamic.
"Robert Bly, who's my oldest friend, was here to visit not long ago, and we got to talking about how when you write in longhand, and you start writing quickly, you may find that when you come back to it later, you can't read your own writing, and in trying to decipher it, you make up a new word. I have a phrase in one poem, 'You are clear to me.' What I had actually written was 'You are dear to me,' but I realized that my misreading of my own writing had brought me to a better, truer line.
"Other times, you find things by instinct, and you don't know why. 'Letter at Christmas' (from Without), ends:
"Now, there was no real zinc there-I think it was the sink I had meant at first-but the word sounded right to me. I guess there was butcherblock, but I didn't put it in because there was really butcherblock, I did it because it sounded right. A long time later, someone pointed out to me that 'butcherblock' had a suggestion of castration, which fitted perfectly with what I was trying to get across in the poem-but I hadn't consciously intended it.
"A poet is prone to have lightning strike him, to say what he wants to say without necessarily knowing what he means. As I get older, it sometimes seems as if I rely less on inspiration, and more on Freudian slips. Sometimes I can go into a state which I call 'dreaming awake' - I'm wide awake, but my consciousness is as though I'm dreaming, with the kind of distortions that come from dreaming, and I can find poems in that state. When I find myself making a lot of Freudian slips, I know that poems are on the way."
Mention of Without, the moving book of poems occasioned by the death of Jane Kenyon (which has already sold out its first hardcover edition of 10,000 copies), leads Hall to some thoughts on the woman who shared his life so utterly.
"Jane was sick for 15 months, and during that time, I did no reading at all. There was only one thing in the world for me, and that was taking care of her. And when she finally went into the hospital, I sat by her side. I read to her some, but it was hard for her to concentrate, with the pain. I had been used to reading Ulysses or The Ambassadors-now we were lucky if she could focus enough to listen to a page of Dave Barry. So I sat by her side and wrote poems. Many of those poems were about her illness, and my preparing myself to be without her. When she was able to listen, I read to her-I never held anything back, and she wouldn't have wanted me to. When I was ill [with liver cancer], she had written about the possibility of my death, and shared those poems with me.
"When she died, I couldn't write at first. Then, after three weeks, I found myself drawn back to poetry again, and I know that in the poems I've written since her death, I've incorporated her into me, both consciously and unconsciously. I address her, and I write about things I know she'd want to know about-the weather, the grandchildren. And she may be in the poems, too-my poems may sound more like her now. When a couple has been together for a long time, and they're close, the one that's left does tend to acquire the characteristics of the one that's gone. Jane was a bird watcher. I never knew one bird from another, but now I find myself out in the fields and woods, Peterson guide in hand. My hair is down to my shoulders now...I just don't cut it any more. Jane was my barber. But I realized recently that it's more than that. Jane had big hair. Now that's become a part of me, and I'm the one with big hair."