There are no more two distinct brain sides than there are two distinct genders. Why would that surprise anyone who’s ever created anything?
from “A Moment’s Thought” by Ellen Bryant Voigt in her excellent collection The Flexible Lyric
The recent bicameral (and thoroughly Nietzschean) model—right brain for intuition, emotion, art, and music; left brain for logic, rational thought, and language—is already outdated; such neat divisions were never verified except in pathology. In its place has come the concept of “modularity,” of a lifetime of data not stored on labeled shelves in the closet but processed multiply by distinct networks of differing functions: this very sentence as you read it is dismantled by your brain into its component parts—one set of ganglions taking care of the nouns, another the verbs; another flashing up your own shelf, in your own closet at home, from the image depot; a separate hardwired board parsing out the syntax you may have been born to; the brain’s musicians tuning up to the lexical and syntactical repetitions I’m using; and a brand new neural pathway extending itself like algae shot with Rapid-Gro to accommodate this new word “modularity” and its baggage, “modules” and “modern” and “insularity” and “modular housing” and even, from the rhyming crew, “nodules,’ even “noodles.” Thought, it seems, is not the linear storage and retrieval system we know from computers. [So] consider what must be happening when we set out to produce a poem, a complex construct made from intuition, observation, experience, erudition, music, memory, and feeling—what Coleridge called “the blossom and the fragrancy of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, motions, language.”
What a fabulous passage! Thank you! The idea of the complexity of our brains in creation mode is even more inspiring than before…..
Can I please have the password to read the protected poems?
Or…? How do I sign in?
Mary Ann! I’ll send you the password and a longer note via email. I’ve been thinking of you a lot as I sank into finishing my manuscript, and then, for my senior panel, my friend Lynne McEniry talked about “Eye of The Blackbird” as her part of our discussion of memory, community, trauma, “we,” and the construction of a poet’s voice. I’m just getting my feet back under me from the residency, and will write soon.