The Beat Century — post 4 of 100. Robert Duncan, The Opening of the Field (1960).
Duncan’s 1960 collection opened with a meadow that was never quite a meadow and launched two open-ended poem sequences, establishing the most formally ambitious project in postwar American poetry outside Olson’s Maximus.
Robert Duncan belongs to the Beat era without belonging to the Beats, which is roughly how he wanted it. He was central to the San Francisco Renaissance, closely involved with Black Mountain College, an openly gay writer years before that was survivable in print, and a poet whose learning ran deep enough to make the spontaneity doctrines of his contemporaries look thin. The Opening of the Field, published by Grove Press in 1960, is where all of that arrives at once.
It is a difficult book and does not pretend otherwise. It is also, by a considerable margin, the most architecturally serious volume of poems the period produced on the West Coast.
A Book Assembled, Not Collected
The poems were written between 1956 and early 1959, and Duncan treated the volume as a designed object rather than a gathering of recent work. He prepared the ground carefully, releasing earlier material through City Lights in 1959 and through chapbooks so that this book could serve as a deliberate opening statement.
He cared enough about its physical presentation to walk away from a publisher over it. Duncan initially pursued Macmillan and withdrew over disagreements about the book’s visual design, eventually placing it with Donald Allen at Grove. The frontispiece is by Jess, Duncan’s partner of nearly four decades — described as a homely sketch incorporating a collaged photograph of children playing a circle game — and the Roy Kuhlman cover set that image beneath an abstract falling-leaf pattern. The ring of dancing children is not decoration. It is the book’s argument in miniature: a made place, a bounded field, a repeating figure.
“Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow”
The opening poem is the one anthologies take, and it earns the position. The speaker describes a meadow he is permitted to return to — a place that is explicitly not a real meadow but, in the poem’s own phrasing, a made place, one that belongs as much to the mind and to inherited myth as to any landscape. The permission is the point: the poet does not own the field and cannot enter at will, but is admitted.
The poem’s original title was, remarkably, “Having Been Enraged by John Davenport.” That Duncan converted a fit of literary irritation into one of the century’s calmest lyrics of poetic vocation says something about his method, which was less about self-expression than about letting an occasion be taken over by larger material. The meadow is also the poetic field in Charles Olson’s sense — composition by field, the page as an open area of forces rather than a container for pre-formed statement — and Duncan is announcing his affiliation in the first poem’s first image.
The Sequences That Would Not Close
Woven through the volume is The Structure of Rime, an open-ended series of prose-form poems that Duncan continued across subsequent books, later joined by the Canto-like Passages sequence. This interleaving of ongoing series with discrete individual poems is the book’s structural innovation and the reason it repays rereading: poems answer each other across the volume, and the series themselves point outward past its covers.
The ambition was explicit. Duncan was very conscious, as one critical account puts it, that he was proposing a writing that could be as continuous as The Cantos. He was positioning himself as heir to high modernism — Pound, H.D., the long poem as lifelong structure — at a moment when most of his contemporaries were arguing for the short spontaneous utterance.
Duncan Among the Beats
The relationship was real and awkward. Duncan shared San Francisco, publishers, audiences and friendships with Ginsberg, Spicer, and the Six Gallery circle, and he shared the fundamental conviction that the poem is received rather than manufactured. But where the Beats pursued immediacy, Duncan pursued derivation. He wanted the poem crowded with prior texts — Dante, myth, hermetic tradition, the Romantics — and he treated originality as slightly vulgar. His famous long silence, the fifteen-year refusal to publish a major collection after Bending the Bow, was the same instinct applied to a career.
The result is that Duncan has never had a popular readership and has always had a serious one. Language poets, later experimentalists, and academic critics have kept the work central while general anthologies reduce him to the meadow poem.
The Long Silence
Duncan’s subsequent career made the same argument as this book, at the scale of a life. Roots and Branches followed in 1964 and Bending the Bow in 1968, and then Duncan announced he would not publish another major collection for fifteen years — a deliberate withdrawal from the publishing cycle intended to let the work develop without the distortions of periodic release.
He kept the vow almost exactly, returning with Ground Work: Before the War in 1984. The gesture is of a piece with everything in The Opening of the Field: the conviction that a poem belongs to a structure larger than any single book, and that the structure sets the pace rather than the market. Few American poets have been willing to test that belief with fifteen years of their working life.
Reading It Now
The honest warning is that this book resists casual reading in a way Howl does not. Duncan’s syntax coils, his references assume a reader who has done some homework, and the sequences reward patience rather than delivering a hit. A reader looking for the Beat era’s characteristic velocity will not find it here.
What is here instead is a poet building a habitable structure and inviting the reader to be admitted to it — the meadow again, the permission again. Sixty-five years on, The Opening of the Field reads as the volume where postwar American poetry demonstrated that the alternative to academic formalism did not have to mean the abandonment of form. That case still needs making, and this is still the book that makes it best.
He was very conscious that he was proposing a writing that could be as continuous as The Cantos.
Jacket2, on Robert Duncan’s The Opening of the Field
Where to go next
Continue with Jack Spicer’s My Vocabulary Did This to Me — Duncan’s Berkeley Renaissance contemporary, who took the idea of the received poem to a stranger and more absolute conclusion.
Previous: Rachel Carson, Silent Spring. Next: Joyce Johnson, Minor Characters. One hundred books from the Beat Generation and the writers around them — the ones who got famous, the ones who got written out, and the ecological writing that grew out of the same soil. A new one every other day.
Sources
- On Robert Duncan, ‘The Opening of the Field’ — Jacket2
- Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow — Poetry Foundation
- Robert Duncan: “Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow” — Poetry Foundation
- Poetry Foundation — Robert Duncan
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