Khuutra said:
Well, when I said you basically knew how it went already, I wasn't kidding. For a long time there were critics (are critics) - and by critics I mean reviewers, of course, not the people who sit around and argue about meaning, though they're also critics - who hel that the Victorian froo-froo flowery language was the best way of things, and that minimalism and suggestion were the last resort of cavemen who couldn't hold pens long enough to get down and dirty with Dickens. Fewer people said this about Hemingway himself because he was one of the true geniuses, but he had a lot of detractors at the time too |
Oh I see. Awesome.
It was even worse with Japanese poetry.
They used to have these poems that were 100 lines long, or even longer. Oh man were they pissed when 3 line haiku came out and blew that shit out of the water. For centuries these poems were only written by the nobility, and they'd write invitations to weddings and fancy nobility parties as poems. And then suddenly any peasant that could read could write a 3 line haiku. In any medium/country/era, the elites always hate accessibility; it's kinda cute.
And today the whole planet knows about haiku, and barely anybody knows what renga are. Most people don't even know what tanka are, and those are only 5 lines long. Accessibility wins every time; it's kinda cute.
"All around the world same song."