Commentaries on Bob Cobbing - The Argotist Online
Commentaries on Bob Cobbing - The Argotist Online
Commentaries on Bob Cobbing - The Argotist Online
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A L’aveuglette<br />
<strong>Cobbing</strong> claimed that the sequence had been written in a few days during the Christmas 1964/<br />
New Year holiday. Often, he added to that claim that he had influenza at the time of writing and had<br />
drunk Scotch whiskey to alleviate the symptoms.<br />
I am in no positi<strong>on</strong> to deny or even doubt that he had influenza. Nor that he drank whiskey.<br />
However, it has occurred to me that the story, whatever its reliability as fact, might be seen as<br />
being a little defensive, initially at least, before he could be sure of the t<strong>on</strong>e of wide recepti<strong>on</strong> of the<br />
book.<br />
I can say no more than that. I did not know him then. By the time I met him, perhaps five years<br />
later, he was rather c<strong>on</strong>fident of his achievements; but I suspect that he would always have seemed<br />
that c<strong>on</strong>fident. Nevertheless, I find it an odd story which, it seems to me, he adapted later to a<br />
different kind of defensiveness whereby he made light of the poems’ perceived brilliance. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
c<strong>on</strong>tain no delirium or intoxicati<strong>on</strong>. Sound Poems is work of great clarity:<br />
Bombast bombast<br />
Bomb bomb bomb bast<br />
Bombast<br />
Emphas<br />
Em- em- em- phase<br />
Bombast emphase<br />
Bombast<br />
Phebus<br />
If he finished it, dotting each letter I as it were, with drink and or a virus in his veins, that is<br />
something else, because it had been the work of many m<strong>on</strong>ths at least to get to that point in the<br />
writing.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n there is the variety of approaches, formal approaches. ‘He is just playing with word sounds’,<br />
some<strong>on</strong>e has said [4]. Yes, he is playing; but I hesitate at and even object to just playing. Play is the<br />
basis for almost all learning; and it is “learning” which is the process necessary to keep art from<br />
degenerating into the flaccidity of entertainment. (Art is often entertaining; but it is not much if<br />
that is all it is.)<br />
It may be that the more we play the more we learn; and I want to go further than any of these<br />
statements and assert that play is the basis of all art even though some art is rather serious. <strong>The</strong>se<br />
poems are serious for all their joie de vivre. What may alarm some readers, or give them pause to<br />
shut themselves out from the poetry, is that the verse does not offer itself for reducti<strong>on</strong> into prose<br />
statement of the functi<strong>on</strong>al kind.<br />
I am seeking here to differentiate purposes in writing. I see no validity in the idea that verse is<br />
different to prose, a priori, in terms of its value. It is clearly different in a number of mechanical<br />
ways; but it is useful to avoid, in this c<strong>on</strong>text, all sense that prose is superior to or inferior to<br />
verse.