English
departments have pretty much given up on their mission of preserving a literary
canon or teaching poetic form and rhetorical strategies. Decades ago, politics
of race, class, and gender overtook any concern for preserving and perpetuating
poetic art. In fact, to claim that there is such a thing as Literature was to
align oneself with the right-wing Imperialists.
Today,
"digital" is seen as dismantling the last vestige of literary
hierarchy. James Pulizzi,
in the New Republic, predicts, with no sorrow, that digitization will
make literature departments "largely extinct." His dismissal of
traditional English departments is very casual: "As long as literature
departments remain beholden to print culture, to the study and transmission of
printed texts, they will continue to fade in relevance and prestige."
English
professors themselves have been ushering in this brave, new digital world.
Georgia Institute of Technology Professor Richard Utz
last year lectured "hidebound faculty members who continue to assign and
study only pre-computer-based media," telling the English professoriate
that they should "embrace, accompany critically, and shape the new
discourses its students sorely need to communicate and compete: blogs, video
essays, Web comics, digital archives, data visualization, and the like."
The digital change is more profound than the transference of material from
paper to screen.
The
English Department home page of Georgia State University, where I earned my
master's in 1994, declares now, "We read the world." The profiles of
faculty hired since my days as a student there reveal the changes and are
representative of departments across the country. Dr. Gina Caison's work
focuses on "southern and Native American studies." Her work is
"interdisciplinary" and "incorporates her interests in performance
studies and American visual culture." Dr. Caison seems to be doing very
little analysis of the written word: her "book-length project"
"explores the recurrent use of Native American history in literary and
cultural texts of the U.S. South," and she is co-producer of a documentary
film about the history of "studying and collecting indigenous human
remains." Whatever she is doing--drama, anthropology, history--it is a far
cry from literary study. But even American literature anthologies have scalp
dances and rain dances crowding out William Bradford and Anne Bradstreet.
Caison's
colleagues are doing similar work. Dr. Lindsey Eckert "specializes in
British Romanticism and Digital Humanities." Dr. Mary Hocks does
"digital rhetoric, visual rhetorics, and computers and composition
studies." Dr. Audrey Goodman writes about "the literary and visual
cultures of the American Southwest," and Dr. Scott Heath "specializes
in 20th and 21st century African American literature, black popular culture,
and speculative race theory." He has a book contract on "hip-hop
discourse."
So
what the University of
Arizona is doing is only the logical conclusion in this move
away from literature: they are eliminating the English department. They don't
say this, but by moving English from the Humanities Department to the College
of Social Behavior, they are relegating literature to the purely utilitarian.
They see the word as simply a means for persuading and transmitting
information. Such moves in higher education parallel the focus under the Common
Core K-12 program on "informational texts," which, as it turns out,
often are slightly disguised ideological texts.
Today,
we have a digital miasma of information with college graduates trained to
discernment only to the point of being able to distinguish politically
unacceptable ideas from those that are. Anything that does not go along with
the current political pieties is considered "far-right,"
"extremist," or "reactionary." These are terms used by
professors and in assigned reading material.
Poetry
then becomes nothing more than self-expression of momentary impulses or
fleeting observations without regard to form or tradition--kind of like Tweets
or Facebook posts about the delicious overstuffed sandwich on the plate. Anyone
can be a poet--as long as the message is acceptable politically. At poetry
slams in coffee houses across the country the pencil-scribbling on the step to
the podium garners as much applause as the carefully constructed (rare)
villanelle. The subjects of the "poems" are usually the scribblers
themselves--the outrages against them personally and the failure of the world
to grasp their vision of justice.
If
all poetry, writing, "spoken word," and gesture is equally valuable,
we don't need literature professors--not even those specializing in
"digital media." It's a sad day for those of us who love and teach
literature.
This
appeared here. I
wish to thank Mary Grabar, who is an instructor in English living in Atlanta
for giving me permission to publish here work.
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