Back in school, my teachers swore that Chaucer and Shakespeare and Milton (each of whom had entire courses devoted to studying his works) were probably the greatest poets who ever lived. My Chaucer teacher even went a step further, dropping the “probably,” and calling Chaucer the Father of English poetry and the greatest poet of all time.
And, after taking this class, and another two courses all about The Canterbury Tales, I agreed. I enthusiastically agreed! Chaucer was amazing, and I was hooked. Why hadn’t I heard about him before? Why didn’t anyone write like this anymore? I wanted to write like this. I wanted to write something epic, too – not the shapeless, rhyme-less, craft-less, whining, coded, confusing and inconsequential stuff I believed everyone else to be writing at that time.
Geoffrey Chaucer
There was just one problem.
I
was one of them. In fact, I still considered myself mainly a whiny
and inconsequential fiction writer, not really a poet at all, let
alone a poet of any merit. I was a dabbler at best whose main poetic
ambition was simply “to get girls,” so this connection was a true
life-changer for me. Nothing, before or since, has had the same
effect on me that reading The
Canterbury Tales
had – not after hundreds or maybe even a thousand or more books
later.
And
it wasn’t just the sheer size and scope of the work. I actually
related to Chaucer for some reason – unlike Shakespeare or Milton
or seemingly anyone else, not to mention any of the modern poets
either, who, in my mind wrote nothing like these greats. Truly
unique, The
Canterbury Tales
was highly structured and formal and yet so easy and enjoyable to
read and to understand. It was musical and funny and clever. The
decasyllabic couplets and mostly iambic rhythm seemed perfect for
this kind of storytelling.
A
couple more years of studying Chaucer and almost a decade later, I’d
written what I considered my first “real” poem, The Brubury Tales,
an homage to Chaucer’s Canterbury
Tales
– a 65,000 word “epic” rhyming poem. Finally, I felt like I was
a poet/storyteller, too. And while I’m no Chaucer and never will
be, and no teachers care about my work enough to teach it to the
future poets of the world, I still feel that strong connection to
Chaucer and his work through my work. In fact, whenever I feel doubt
about my ability (which is all of the time) or whenever my work gets
rejected from journals or gets a bad review (which is all of the
time), I can and do (and will continue to) return to Chaucer’s
world for a little while to forget about the problems in mine.
© 2015 Frank Mundo
Bio: Frank
Mundo is the author of The Brubury Tales (foreword by Carolyn See), a
modern version of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales set in Los Angeles
just after the 1992 riots.
Visit Frank Mundo's Amazon author page.
Poet Frank Mundo spearheads the Touchstone Poets Series with his excellent mini-essay on Geoffrey Chaucer.
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