Intentionality
as Sensuality in Harmonium
Charles Altieri
English Department
UC Berkeley
Berkeley CA 94720-1030
Having
been asked to compare Wallace Stevens early poetry with
his later work, I found myself eager to write about what I thought
were innovative aspects of Harmonium that Stevens was later
to reject entirely. These innovations seem to me to establish
a relation to philosophy drastically different from the efforts
in his later work at explicitly thematizing what self-consciousness
produces, and so they hold out the possibility of an avant-garde
Stevens much less assimilable to humanist ideals than is the aging
wisdom figure.
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Discussing this relationship brings to the
fore some basic contrasts in ways that lyrics render subjective
states. And exploring those differences provides what
I hope are significant ways of attributing a distinctive philosophical
heft to the opening poems of Harmonium, a sequence that I think
brilliantly flaunts traditional expectations about lyric agency.
Let us work our way back to early Stevens
from the highly self-conscious efforts at philosophical poetry
we find in later works like Ordinary Evening in New Haven
or Prologues to What is Possible. Late Stevens offers a good deal of discursive meditation,
but the poems do not comprise arguments. Nor are they in any sense impersonal constructions
inviting distance from a socially contextualized speaker. Rather philosophy depends on making the lyric
agent transparent and representative in its capacities to make
value coincide with fact:
Only recently I spoke of certain poetic
acts as subtilizing experience and
varying appearance
. A force capable
of bringing about fluctuations in
reality in words free from mysticism is a force independent of one's desire
to elevate it. It needs no elevation. It needs only to be presented, as best
one is able to
present it (The Necessary
Angel p. viii).
Being a philosophical
poet does not entail doing the work philosophers do. Poets do not propose and develop specific theses. Rather their emphasis is on pursuing the implications of
their investments in bringing about fluctuations in reality
with words. Poetry simultaneously
manifests an ability to make visible the life of mind in its most
intimate exchanges with the world and to construct a way of speaking
making it possible to identify with the energies of those acts
of mind without imposing on the world anything mystical or mystified. The poet wants an intensified sense of what the name indicates,
and his or her audience wants an intensified sense of our powers
as users of such names.
Harmonium is a very different enterprise. It
is a strange philosophical poet indeed who does not introduce
a reference to an "I" until the volume's seventh poem
and who treated everything putatively human as if it were merely
a figure in some flattened and opaque quasi-allegory. Imagine William James or Josiah Royce or George Santayana,
the major philosophers of Stevens' Harvard education, sanctioning
a philosophical position in which there are no dramatic speaking
situations or efforts at self-understanding until the volume arrives
at the speaking presence who offers "Le Monocle de Mon Oncle." And here, when we do get drama, we find even more irony
and distance than we did in the flattened allegories, perhaps
because what had been experiments in impersonal distance now become
renderings of how distant even personality can become from its
own immediate needs and desires.
These contrasts with later Stevens
require our asking why the younger poet was so insistently unyielding
toward traditional modes of attaching persons to their reflective
lives? The most ready answers take negative form since
we can easily speculate on why these poems might refuse to provide
certain kinds of satisfactions. It seems as if Stevens' desire to address modernity required
his overtly rejecting even the desire to identify with the self-reflexive
attitudes fostered by romanticism as ideals of poetic thinking. As Andre Salmon put it, the new emerging
modernism in art "set apart the men who were beginning to
look at themselves 'on every side at once' and thus learning to
scorn themselves" (In Chipp, ed., Theories of Modern Art, p. 204). For the young Stevens the conventional meditative
roles he would later assume would have seemed absurdly humanistic. The young poet would doubtless have admired the lush inventiveness
of his later avatar. But all the subtlety of the later poems would
not have compensated for the embarrassing coda to Notes Toward
a Supreme Fiction, the awkward abstraction of Owls
Clover, and the somewhat mawkish idealizing of Examination
of the Hero in a Time of War. It would have seemed that the appeals of being
able to assume the mantle of wisdom could not compensate for running
the risk of preserving deeply ingrained cultural structures allowing
humans to think well of themselves even as they blinded themselves
to everything alien and alienating that confronts consciousness.
Irony offered one way of evading those
structures since it could deflate the identifications promised
by philosophical meditation. But
irony could not build on this scorn. An ambitious poetry would have to use these negatives as
means of establishing new modes of lyric reflection better attuned
to those points at which self-disgust modulates into fictions
worth exploring for the positive energies they make available. If the negative could make ideals flutter, lyric
intensity might give new vitality to the shades and shadows created
by that fluttering. This
seems to me one plausible framework for interpreting the sensualism
usually attributed to Harmonium. Stevens resistance to idealization required his poetry
to focus more intently than it was accustomed on the very processes
of taking in the sensuous information usually ignored by our conceptual
habits. That orientation
allowed one to pay attention to what makes the psyche flutter. Then one might encounter "gusty emotions
on wet roads on autumn nights" (CP 67) that were too elemental
for idealization; and one might be able to dwell without irritable
reaching for ideals by which to interpret the compelling forces
created by lyric rhythm and aural density. Such commitments might make poetry matter not because of
how it pursues or celebrates belief but because of how it manages
to hold off the temptation to impose belief on sensation and all
that binding the imagination to sensation might elicit. And Stevens might matter as a poet because he
could exemplify what happens when poetry accepts the imperative
that whatever art might claim for spirit has to be based on a
radical commitment to the primacy of the senses. The very critique of mysticism that would shape his subsequent
philosophical ambitions could in Harmonium be experienced
as a demand to let the imagination pursue the pleasures of refusing
to let philosophy control how sensation released imaginative energies. The opening section of Harmonium then has as its
fundamental ambition the desire to map modes of investing in imaginative
energies whose basic claim upon us is their resistance to inherited
modes of idealization.
It is crucial that for Stevens this new orientation did
not make him content with the rendering of heightened sensation--for
many modernists the basic error of impressionism was its so confining
artistic ambitions. He was not a straightforward materialist envisioning
consciousness fulfilled if it could get free to represent only
what the senses register about the world. Fascination with the senses helped him realize how difficult
it is, and how exhilarating it is, to link these senses to the
forces language brings to bear, especially when one's ambitions
for poetry demand finding some way of continuing to honor the
imaginative energies that typically go into self-idealization. So Stevensian sensualism takes as its primary role forcing
consciousness to recognize its own tenuous hold on states and
processes for which it cannot successfully impose interpretations
but also upon which it cannot stop imposing projections. As Stevens suggests by having his criticism
of Williams' anthropomorphism occur so early in this volume, the
best way to appreciate the senses is to attempt identifications
with their resistance to the poets metaphors.
Once we allow ourselves to participate
in these apparently negative energies, we also enter a space where
it makes sense to yield ourselves to forms of constructive energy
that ride these sensual possibilities. As our heavenly labials are undone, we at least come to
see what it might like to be a giant. Perhaps there can be structures that fully engage the mind
precisely because they yield to modes of linkage for which the
mind has no categories and no pre-set expectations. This is where poetrys lushness comes in. It provides a locus for those aspirations the psyche can
pursue when it turns away from the need to provide imaginary representations
of its desires. And as
those aspirations find possible satisfactions, the energies that
go into identification can be rerouted, as can the desperate need
to make sense of experience. Perhaps
making as an extension of sense can replace making sense as a
cognitive enterprise. And as the psyche finds satisfactions that do
not lead back to identifications as a meditative or lyric poet,
it can become fascinated by something close to an
inhumanity at the core of its investments in
the flesh. So when the
opening poems in Harmonium turn to the romantic vision of
the imagination approaching theophany, the most they allow themselves
is an identification with the figure of an aesthete god observing
the sacrificial labors undertaken by Ursula and her virgins:
And he felt a subtle quiver,
That was not heavenly love,
Or pity. (CP 22)
Poetry's job is
to build on this "not" so that we glimpse what scepticism
can propose as not entirely ironic transcendental belief. Then poem after poem confronts the corollary of this not,
the constant reminder that to be flesh is to be doomed to mortality. But a sharp awareness of this mortality also
brings with it the challenge that we make that sensation itself
the impetus for lyrical expansiveness.
It is tempting at this point to go
directly to a reading of this opening sequence. But were we to do that, I fear we would have only a series
of commentaries without a sufficient organizing thread. So to establish that thread I want first to
propose a general model for characterizing Stevens early
experiments, then to test the model in relation to the volumes
opening sequence. We have seen that we cannot treat the poems
as representative acts of a responsible reflective subject trying
to express in language what gives significance to specific qualities
of personal experience. These
poems present an emphatic challenge to those cultural assumptions
which tempt us to seek an organizing narrative or the corollary
figure of an expressive agent exploring how its psyche adapts
to a range of dramatic situations. Yet while the poems share much with the ironic
side of Eliots enterprise, it cannot suffice to treat Harmonium
as seeking Eliotic impersonality or as rendering ironically modulated
dramatic speakers. I think
we have to treat the poems as intensely immediate in their psychology,
but immediate in strange ways for which we lack the appropriate
vocabulary. Clearly we
cannot pursue the expectation that finding relations among these
poems will lead us to a richer understanding of the authorial
agent whose efforts at self-understanding shape both the poems
and their relations to each other. While these poems are decidedly about the needs
and powers we can attribute to consciousness, they are just as
decidedly not about a specific person struggling to
make sense of his particular life history and present social situation.
So can we use a languge of aboutness
at all? Must we treat these
poems as singular constructs or can we see them as closely linked
elements within a cogent and provocative experimental enterprise
with its own way of giving a philosophical dimension to lyric
agency? One possible response is to ask whether we can
envision a version of agency that need not be connected directly
to the presence of an expressive subject seeking to transform
personal immediacy into representative forms of self-reflection. Perhaps we can do that if we make a somewhat artificial
but useful sharp distinction between the kind of reading that
locates expressivity in a speakers intentions and one that
is content to deal with the expressive force as an aspect of the
mode of intentionality it constructs, without implying any needy
and ultimately self-congratulatory presence underlying how the
experience is formulated. Harmoniums
opening lyrics become experiments in foregrounding versions
of intentionality that can stand in themselves as states of agency
while refusing to allow the modes of recuperation we employ when
we pursue intentions. An emphasis on intentionality may be able to
how how poetry can subsume the person within the disposition of
consciousness that it renders. We can then speak of the structure of the opening segment
of the volume in terms of how each of these modelings of consciousness
need supplements and adjustments if the sequence as a whole is
to respond to the sense of challenge Stevens saw in the need to
make lyric poetry adequate to twentieth century realities.
Now, however, I have to define intentionality
in a way that enables us to preserve this sense of purposiveness
without projecting on that purposiveness overt authorial intentions
and expressive projects. So
I will seek the help of Richard Wollheim, a philosopher I find
unfailingly clear and helpful in distinguishing various aspects
of mental life. He defines
intentionality as that aspect of a mental phenomenon which captures
and preserves not just what the thought is of, or its object,
but how the thought presents its object (Thread of Life,
p. 35). When we attend to intentionality we cannot be
indifferent between saying
Tom would like the author
of the pamphlet brought to trial and Tom would like
his brother brought to trial (35). Intentions have to be represented in the form
of intensional rather than extensional statements. Their reference is opaque: we cannot take the
statement to refer to all the objects that fit the asserted proposition,
but only to the specific features within the proposition that
are the agents actual thought content. (If Toms brother were the author, then extensionally
the statements would be identical but intensionally they are different
because Tom was intending only the author and not thinking about
his brother.)
When we turn to Stevens early
poetry as our topic, I think we need preserve only the spirit
of Wollheims distinction. We can locate the source of the opaqueness of reference
not in what some person intends but in how a particular utterance
evokes a particular relation to the world because of how it disposes
the intending mind. Intentionality
need refer only to that orientation of consciousness by which
a situation becomes this situation for a particular
point of view.
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Then we can see that while concerns for intention
lead us to focus on what an agent might be trying to express,
concerns for intentionality focus our attention on how consciousness
is structured and affect explored in bringing about the sense
of this situation. Correlatively, the emphasis on how situations are composed
brings with it a complex set of questions about the projected
satisfactions that elicit the particular orientation and the actual
satisfactions that explain why it persists. With works of art we have to ask why we might
care as we engage a sensibility taking up a certain disposition
toward the world? What kinds and
qualities of affective investments become possible by virtue of
occupying particular intentional positions? Then the volume as a whole can deal on a second-order level
with how the range of intentional positions can be seen as weaving
consciousness into the world and so enabling a particular range
of possible identifications. The volume must provide the sense of context
that we conventionally derive from projections about expressive
intentions.
These links between intentional states
and possible identifications are important in all aspects of life,
but they seem to me especially pressing concerns for poets of
Stevens generation. For
these poets seemed always forced to engage both the particular
structure of lyric investments and the constant general pressure
of justifying to themselves identifications staging themselves
as genuinely modernist. Yet lyric has very little to recommend it as
a means of responding to such cultural demands because it usually
cannot rely on argument or analysis or even the elaboration of
fantasy for its effectiveness. That is why those seeking its power may have
had to do so in ways that evade the person and seek a direct manifestation
of what lyric can produce. Were
poets to rely on narratives about how individual intentions were
shaped, they would find it very difficult to avoid the dominant
cultural order, an order that obviously reinforced the very conventions
on every level that modernism wanted to unsettle and transform. Narrative accounts of selves were fundamental to that order:
narrative sustained roles and identifications continuous with
the dominant practices. But putting all ones reflective energies
into the articulation of intentional states enabled one to treat
lyrics as pure moments for engaging aspects of the world and of
seeing how consciousness might be altered by its efforts to draw
out what it could from such moments. On such a basis poets might be able to pursue
identifications that could satisfy the psyche at its most intense
without subjecting it to conventional forms of life ill-suited
to such intensities. Dominant
culture has substantial interests in poets making the kinds of
simple identifications that find satisfaction simply in the fact
one is functioning as a poet and so demonstrating a certain kind
of approved sensitivity. There might be a certain frisson possible
within this marginal mode of production, but the frisson was part
of the licensing by which society maintained its authority. Fully embracing modernity required pursuing
quite different modes of identification, modes based not on the
role poet but on the sense of embracing a task whose
practical consequences had yet to be defined.
I have spent considerable time blithely
making assertions as if I could be sure that everyone reads Stevens
as I do, so that there is no need to provide evidence for my claims. And indeed I am not sure that evidence will
persuade anyone not already leaning toward this kind of interpretation. But just for the aesthetics of it, it is worth
now trying to indicate concretely how Stevens' opening poems are
structured to establish the challenges to which I have persuaded
myself these remarks are responding.
Is there a stranger opening poem to
a volume of poetry than "Earthy Anecdote"? It seems that to enter this volume we have to
be willing to place ourselves in this spare allegorical space,
with all dramatic and personal details suppressed as irrelevant. We are offered neither a clear speaker nor a
dramatic context. There
is only a troublingly distanced perspective before which there
unfolds an apparently timeless and very flat scenario. The poem seems both a revelation and test--a revelation
of a logic fundamental to imagination and a test of what one might
go on to see if one were willing to persist in the inhuman mode
of seeing required by the poem. Whatever the bucks represent--probably the working
of the imagination--seems both dependent on and inevitably blocked
by the unyielding resourcefulness of the firecat. The scene seems to allow for no hope of change or fulfillment. But its spareness allows consciousness to persist
without lament or self-pity. In
fact the poem seems to present a challenge to try on its disciplined
mode of seeing so that one might shift from whining about powerlessness
to being able to share a fascination with the cat's ultimate self-absorption. Allegory itself then serves less to interpret
the world than to facilitate a relation to it not available if
we insist on decoding meanings. Allegory makes it possible to identify with the cats
narcissistic repose because even if we do not know quite what
it represents we know that it stems from successful resistance
to everything the bucks come to symbolize. In this case the quasi-allegory even justifies
the distant, inhuman writerly presence that carries the intentional
focus of the poem. How
else might we position ourselves to heed those aspects of human
life that are subjected to forces beyond our control?
The rest of the volume's opening sequence
explores what becomes possible if consciousness pursues this fascination
with strange perspectives.
There is no drama
of self-expression and no reach toward "profound" thematic
resolutions. Yet these
refusals are not without a sense of new permissions. The poems invite us to try out a form of participation
that has no clear ethical correlates and no obvious way of reaching
beyond what the senses activate.
Once "Earthy
Anecdote" has defined the imagination's dilemma in relation
to reality, it seems perfectly plausible to attempt directly addressing
the soul, if only in terms of its relation to whatever in us aligns
us with the bland motions of ganders
all too well adjusted to their realities. Then as soon as the soul makes its entrance,
it seems that the volume has to find a way of addressing the body
within the same reductive abstract perspective. But for Stevens,
introducing the body also requires introducing gender differences. Thus the volume turns to four poems on different aspects
of the feminine as a framing of the sensual world. The last of these, "Infanta Marina" so thoroughly
links body with the motions of mind and the uttering of subsiding
sound that it enables the volume to introduce a speaking lyric
I, now accessible in "Domination of Black"
as an elemental force, teased out by the play of sound, color,
and motion.
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Stevens lyric poetry will eventually need
the "I," but thanks to this sequence its "I"
can be much more fully a matter of relations among the senses
than romantic ambitions had allowed.
With "Domination of Black,"
two further expansions become possible. First, this "I" seems to bring together
the abstract soul and the feminine body given substance
by its ways of inhabiting flux. There seems to be no deep motive beyond the evocative power
of the specific situation, and so no sense that the expressive
agent must dig deeply within to call up a responding self.
Harmonium's first
"I" is as elemental as its "soul" or its "bucks"
seeking to escape the firecat. And it is as intensely sensual as the sense of a pine tree
sweetening the body. But here that sensuality occupies a threshold
between what the colors and sounds make present and what they
articulate as a cause of fear and memory. The present takes on intensity less because of sensual
vividness than because of the sharpening of the second-order engagement
produced by attention to what the scene withholds at its horizons. The fullness of sensual apprehension seems inseparable
from some fundamental lack that the peacocks register because
they are so deeply responsive to the contrast between the turning
leaves and the immobile hemlocks.
Second, this reconciliation
of abstract soul and feminine" body is by no means
a conventional one. Body
and soul are living out a kind of bad marriage in which each haunts
the other. No wonder then that it will take three more
poems engaging these elements before a recognizable speaker emerges. "The Snow Man" tries an entirely different
direction. Instead of dwelling
on sensibility immersed in oppressive physical detail, this poem
explores what power can be mustered by pursuing as abstract a
version of intentionality as possible. We are asked to test the possibility of a quite different
kind of sensuality located in the shaping force of the poems
single intricate sentence. Can
syntax provide sensuality for something like pure negation? Playful allegorical space and flattened detail
become the instruments for a new synthetic power that is philosophical
precisely because it refuses all imperatives for argument and
for self-congratulation. Here poetry manages to shift from its newly
found "I" to the composing of a "one" able
to reflect directly on its constructive powers. In effect what had been the work of rhythm now takes on
semantic force. And we find in this capacious sentence a minimalist
giant able to resist those "heavenly labials in a world of
gutturals," and therefore perhaps also able to confront directly
the horror of death that accompanies fascination with the unknowable.
But poetry will
not be confined to marmoreal structures, however elegant and capacious.
The feminine returns, first through women rising from poverty to "puissant
speech" giving resonance to the endless "insinuations
of desire." Then,
with "The Load of Sugar Cane," the feminine becomes
as abstract and as elemental as the mind of winter. Where silent immobility had been, now there is a marvelous sense of
the clausal and phrasal connectives in language bringing all of
nature into conjunction with the sudden emergence of the boatman's
red turban. All of nature seeks this possibility of the
pure event of emergence.
In this context we are in a position
to appreciate why when Le Monocle de mon Oncle presents
the volumes first contextualized human speaker, it has to
be so wary and so intricate about how expression is possible. This speaker must offer itself as an expressive and purposive
agent. But how can it do so with the volumes
awareness of how mobile and insubstantial (or differently substantial)
subjective agency is? Selves
seem to arise unbidden. But
the speaker persists in an effort to take responsibility for his
situation, emboldened in large part by the pleasures of language
that each version of the self affords the speaking. The I seems always on the verge of seeming
a mere construct necessitated by his fear that without that projection
he would have even less touch with his immediate situation, especially
with the insistent you who must be addressed. Here then the volume finds its way back to the
miseries of traditional lyric cries, but now with a better sense
of both the defensive and the self-reflexive resources that emerge
when one can speak of ones tears as the expression of "some
saltier well/ Within me" (CP 13). The I has to recognize its bondage to elemental
forces that require our turning ironically against our own lyrical
impulses. But that turn
itself opens significant lyric possibilities that hover around
our awareness of the limits of the expressive ego. In producing a lyric I for the volume,
Monocle de Mon Oncle also establishes a mode of intentionality
capable of dealing with the distances that emerge when we recognize
how the I is not a site in which we can reside very
comfortably: I never knew/ That fluttering things have so
distinct a shade (CP 18). It is not expressive meanings that are distinct
but shades and shadows, the senses inseparable from the imaginative
projections they implicate at their margins.
Why then would Stevens abandon this
radical poetics? One possible
reason is that he thought the emphasis on sensation and the related
world of fluttering things simply could not sustain his ambitions
to make a difference in how people viewed their lives. The final poems of Harmonium deliberately remind
us of how limited a world this perspective allows, even as they
brilliantly celebrate a form of speaking that is intimately linked
with experience on the level of the sheerly visual metaphor and
the syllable. Or it might
be the case that Stevens needed a different set of possibilities
for self-projection. Leading
a life in which poetry had to be hidden may have required from
within his isolation projections of something more grandiose than
the ambitions to bring language and sensation into marvelously
close contact. Whatever
the case, it would be silly to lament the philosophical poet Stevens
became. But it would be
even sillier not to honor the quite different mode of philosophizing
that makes Harmonium still perhaps the most innovative
challenge in American poetry to conventional ways of thinking
about lyric speech.
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Salmon, Andre. In
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Wollheim, Richard. The Thread of Life. New Haven: Yale, 1999.