With the advent of technology our whole world has speeded up. A small click and we can make purchases, view photos, listen to music, watch videos and much more. Our senses have been, perhaps without us noticing too much, receiving a considerable stimulus to seek feedback in a way that perhaps found us unprepared. At the same time, it is interesting to note that communication has seen a strong and decisive impulse to contract, to shrink, to become telegram like.
This subject has been the center of some blog posts in the past. This time, the focus of this post is not on the struggle between the new and the old, between texting and letters, but it rather seems a good occasion to deal with reduction of the text from an artistic perspective.
Haikus, particularly in the context of poetry, had been existing long before the founding of Twitter, but one cannot help but think that anyone who engaged in this type of literary art in the past, only did it in the spirit of experimentation and artistic research. If the Internet becomes a platform that enables everyone to write Haikus, for example, aren’t we faced with a devaluation of the Haiku itself? Do not run the risk of trivialising the art form in question?
But more importantly, can you reduce and maintain the same level of quality at the same time, this being judged from a literary point of view? Broader terms have been coined to speak of very short and concise poems: “Micropoetry” or “Twaiku” being some of the most used. But when speaking of “Flarf poetry” one is defining a specific genre: the term was coined by poet Gary Sullivan, the first poet to experiment with it; it’s the result of mixing, elaborating, collaging words which have been gathered by internet searches or that randomly came up browsing the web. The results are often hilarious and challenge one’s approach to the idea of poetry, as Flarf is a sort of genre that refuses to seek quality. Then, can art be art when it has no specific message? Perhaps. Yes, art needs to challenge the mind of the reader, but does it not need to keep quality high, or at least deliver the message? Art is such a relative concept that we will never have one valid and universal answer as it entails a subjective approach.
The reason why this topic mostly applies to poetry is because that one is the only literary form to well adapt to verses or shortness in general. What about novels? Should there be standards of length in a novel? Can labels as provoking as “Micronovel” or “Facebook novel” ever be taken seriously? Would it not be similar to claiming that a letter, for instance “F“, is a word? Some specific means of literary expression do have standards, structural ones, ones you just cannot deconstruct without keeping the label which was previously attached to that concept intact. Once one deconstructs the building called novel and experiments with its separate parts, then one must accept that the outcome’s new label cannot be the same as the one applied to its previous form. There is no such thing as a 140-word novel.
I think we can embrace new forms of communication, but we should embrace their differences and not keep trying to make them be something they are not. Tweets can be Haiku’s but obviously most are not. So it’s irrelevant when people try to compare. Quality is quality in whatever form, but giving it a cute name such as Facebook novel will always detract from the quality for me, however good they are. Thank you for the post
You’re welcome. I agree that we should *keep an eye out* for new forms of communication, but still, it is possible that these new forms open the way to less refined outcomes in terms of quality in art.
“less refined outcomes” – love it! I don’t know that I could have been that polite… An internet dependent last few “special” generations that has a predilection for labelling everything feels they have the right to flood us with an outpouring of posts, sites and stuff where everyone and their dog is considered an artist, a writer or photographer…. unfortunately, not alot of it is any good. In the past, people wrote in their diaries or doodled on paper and pretty much kept it to themselves or a select few, those who were “great” became so through the recognition of the peers (even if it may have been in some cases, posthumously) – now we are bombarded by it on a daily basis. It becomes difficult and time-consuming to separate the diamonds from the dreck: if you follow 20 or 30 blogs on a regular basis you don’t want to be reading reams. On the other hand, if someone has something valid (or imagine, new) to say about the arts, history, literature and the like then it is time well-spent. Whether people reduce their output to a few words or blather on for paragraphs is moot and at the risk of sounding elitist, what out of any of it even has any merit? As I mentioned to a fellow blogger, would Nabokov have produced any masterworks if he had spent all his time on Twitter?
I imagine that there are theses being written about this very topic as we “speak” – I know I could certainly go on about it – Guess you just have to “refine your search” as Google would say…
Thanks for your comment! It’s absolutely spot on. I share with you the feeling of being overwhelmed by things that are proposed as “art”. I think that the greatest artists have set the bar high and I am one of those who would never come up with something and call it “art” unless I truly stand by it, and it’s the outcome of a long and complicated process.
I believe we are now forced to be elitists because not all that is presented to us truly is what is supposed to be. I completely understand your point!
Oh thank goodness…