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| The ULA Monday Report! This week's report by Adam Hardin PRIZES AND IMMORTALITY What do Kafka, Nietzsche, Emily Dickinson, and William Blake all have in common? They were little known or completely unknown until after their death. The sad fact is that in any culture and in any age, great artists are often ignored or marginalized because their work is so far out of step with their contemporaries, that their contemporaries fail to recognize it. Recent examples are the poets Frank Stanford and Charles Bukowski. Bukowski who died in 1994 is really gaining ground, and his unpretentious, gritty poetry is growing more popular year after year. Frank Stanford killed himself at the age of 29. And he has recognition as a genius from only a handful of people, but people are catching on quickly. The thing that you have to remember is that without Max Brod, Kakfa's friend, we wouldn't have Kafka. Max Brod was ordered by Kafka to burn most of his work including his two brilliant novels. He refused and sought publication for them after Kafka's death. Nietzsche's sister, as awful as she was, was responsible for the Nietzsche Archive, and preserving his manuscripts. Frank Stanford's poet/friend C.D. Wright is largely responsible for keeping his name and work alive. The reverse is that there are so many famous writers who are lauded in their own day but who thirty years after their death are forgotten because their work just doesn't stand up. Take a look at the Pulitzer Prize list. You see Faulkner and Hemingway, and you also see thirty plus names and books you don't recognize. You have to ask yourself. Will Michael Chabon, Michael Cunningham, and Hirman Moody the Third be read in thirty years? I sincerely hope they enjoy the money and fame. They just don't stand up next to the masters. My final point is that we have that power to protect great writers and deflate the pretenders. That is a good part of being in the Underground. Making sure that real writers get heard, and poor imitative thumbsuckers get the intelligent criticism that they deserve. Writing is about writing, not fame or prizes, and great writing will stand the test of time. GO HERE TO ENTER THE MONDAY REPORT BOX. |
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