22 January 1818: Reading King Lear & Changing, Ripening Intellectual Powers; Keats’s Reality Principle
1 Well Walk, Hampstead

 
                     
                     
                     Keats has Shakespeare’s King Lear on his mind, and along with Hamlet, it remains for Keats the most potent poetic measure of depth and complexity. Today
                     Keats writes a sonnet about the play—Keats remains overwhelmed by the greatness of the thing
 (23 Jan 1818, to Bailey).
                     
In gauging his own progress, and with King Lear in mind, Keats
                     writes that there has been a little change […] in my intellect lately,
 and that
                     Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions, than a very gradual ripening
                        of
                        the intellectual powers
 (letters, 23, 24 Jan). The suggestion, of course, is that Keats
                     is himself feeling or hopes to feel such a ripening,
 and this (as a metaphor of organic
                     maturation) is important in his self-conception of poetic progress. His long
                     trial-of-invention poem, the 4,050-line Endymion, will, within two months,
                     finally be behind him. He has just shown the opening book of Endymion to Leigh Hunt, who sees himself as Keats’s mentor; and Hunt, in
                     skimming it, says it has not much merit,
 and that the conversation between the two main
                     characters is unnatural & too high-flown.
 Hunt also adds that they would not speak
                     like his own characters in his own poem, The Story of Rimini. Keats finds
                     Hunt’s comments wrong, not to mention both petty and pompous. More reason for Keats
                     to move
                     even further from Hunt’s sway of influence, though there is some truth in saying that
                     Huntian
                     tones do inhabit Keats’s rambling poem (and a fair amount of his early poetry). 
Although Keats’s sonnet on King Lear is about both Shakespeare’s greatness as well as his own
                     aspirations for greatness, On Sitting Down to Read King
                              Lear Once Again itself is not especially great. Keats resorts to a
                     couple of clichéd, rhapsodic phrases—O golden-tongued Romance, with serene lute!
—on his
                     way to call upon The bitter-sweet of the Shakespearean fruit
 to help his wings to
                        fly at my desire
—his desire
 to be an enduring poet, that is. This is Keats’s most
                     persistent—and dead-end—topic, especially in its ties to poetic fame. But there is
                     at least
                     something more deliberate and important in the sonnet, something that expresses a
                     specific and
                     deliberate mandate for this poetic progress: to say good-bye to melodizing
 romance
                     while welcoming the Shakespearean deep eternal theme
 of sadness and pain, of
                     immortality and death. This welcoming is significant enough: beginning in his earliest
                     work,
                     Spenserian impulses especially run through Keats’s diction and poetic mannerisms;
                     but as he
                     matures, the charms of chivalric beauty and elfin ambiance increasingly limit his
                     more intense
                     and comprehensive goals, and after Endymion they begin to noticeably drop
                     off. The allegorical-mythical romance of Endymion holds up rather than advances
                     Keats’s progress—but at least he learns what he shouldn’t do again. As he suggests
                     in the
                     overly apologetic preface to his too-long poem, he pledges that if and when he returns
                     to a
                     Greek mythology, it will be with some poetic maturity.

 
                     
                     At the end of January, Keats writes a kind of follow-up poem—When I have fears—to the Lear
                     sonnet. It may be his first Shakespearean sonnet. Keats fears that time will compromise
                     his
                     teeming brain
 and poetic aspirations, and therefore it returns to Keats’s thus-far
                     longest running subject: the desire to be inspired and to write inspirational poetry,
                     and how
                     he might accomplish these goals. This time, however, the sonnet is personal yet less
                     affected.
                     Although the poem Byronically self-dramatizes his gloomy fears and status—I stand
                        alone
—it remains more controlled in attitude and purposefully dramatic in its rhetoric.
                     But what we are beginning to see more and more clearly is that Keats wants to, as
                     it were,
                     find some new beginning to his poetic pursuits. We might venture, then, that Keats
                     is working
                     toward a third phase of poetic development (the first revolving around his first collection,
                     the 1817 volume; the second revolving around the completion of Endymion); it will be his last, and will mark a leap forward in his prowess as a
                     poet. How strongly does Keats feel he has a new phase to move to? The next day, 23
                     January, in
                     a letter to his close friend Benjamin Robert
                        Haydon, Keats deliberately anticipates leaving behind the sentimental cast
 of
                     Endymion so that he can move on to his Hyperion project,
                     which will be written in a more naked and Grecian manner
 and be more undeviating
                     in its intention and narrative. In short, Keats is self-consciously is working toward
                     less
                     ineffectual poetic decorum, more direct story-telling, and a more elevated style.
                     This bodes
                     well. 
Keats also likely writes another poem in January that somewhat similarly signals his
                     desire
                     to feel absorbed by the thoughts of earlier writers. The lively Lines on the Mermaid Tavern
                     once more expresses Keats’s desire for alignment with Souls of poets dead and gone.
 The
                     mythology revolving around the Mermaid Tavern (where Keats spends at least one evening
                     around
                     this time) is that famous Elizabethan writers gathered there as a club to have drink,
                     converse, debate, and exhibit wit. Maybe something will rub off on him.
 
                     
                     
                     As suggested, King Lear, with its speculative, intensive depths, remains perhaps the most powerful single creative work for Keats. We know from Keats’s heavily marked up copy of William Hazlitt’s recently published Characters of Shakespeare’s Plays that he is fully absorbed with trying to understand King Lear’s imaginative portrayal of and control over tensions, passions, conflicts, and oppositions. This becomes Keats’s real work at this time, and, as he copies and revises Endymion, its shortcomings—indeed, its relative haphazard quality—become very clear. Keats recognizes that, to be a significant poet, he needs to embrace depths and complexities in feeling and thought, and in composed and disinterested yet imaginative ways; subjects are to be finely pushed up against excess without crossing over into sentimentality. Keats is coming to see that life, feelings, and thought are necessarily at the call of change, uncertainty, and irresolution; imaginatively embracing and representing this realization and these topics is critical, and something we might call Keats’s reality principle—and, once more, they will be present in his best work to come.

 
                     
                     Likewise, and related to this pursuit, Keats about this time begins to realize that
                     he needs
                     to—and can—profitably engage with the achievement of Milton and Wordsworth, alongside
                     Shakespeare. For Keats, Milton’s verse
                     unshakeably holds its subjects, thus turning moving description into stilled drama.
                     Wordsworth’s verse pursues deep, quiet truths beyond both joy and fear—a region that
                     Wordsworth seminally points to as too deep for tears
 (from Wordsworth’s Immortality Ode). Equally significant, Keats begins to know what he
                     will not emulate: aspects of Milton’s style and Wordsworth subjectively channeled
                     vision. Yet,
                     in about a year-and-a-half, just as Keats writes his very best poetry, he can say,
                     Shakespeare and the [Milton’s] Paradise Lost every day become greater wonders to me
                     (letters, 14 Aug 1819), and we witness Keats’s recognition of the importance of how
                     Wordsworth
                     can think into the human heart
 (letters, 3 May 1818). We know, then, that Keats’s
                     deliberate study of these figures in particular profoundly propels his own work. [For
                     more on
                     Milton and Wordsworth, see 5 May 1818.] 
That William Hazlitt is both a friend and a
                     critical influence is not coincidental: Keats at this juncture reads Hazlitt’s critical
                     work,
                     attends his lecture series on literature, and socializes with him. They no doubt talk
                     about
                     the qualities of poetic stature, which ties into Keats’s interest in how the actor
                     (and living
                     legend) Edmund Kean embodies Shakespeare’s words—a quality to which Hazlitt is greatly
                     attuned, and something he has written about. This shapes Keats’s idea about how poetic
                     voice
                     assimilates and represents meaning. Keats is intrigued by Kean’s ability to physically
                     evoke
                     Shakespeare’s actual words (his physical text, in effect): the character becomes the
                     words,
                     and words become the character. That is, Kean’s acting embodies words as much as persona.
                     This
                     anticipates Keats’s own theory of the camelion poet
 (letters, 27 Oct 1818); Kean is, in
                     effect, the camelion actor, assuming, as it were, the changing shapes and colours
                     of
                     Shakespeare’s words. Keats’s ultimate ambition, expressed at the height of his powers,
                     is
                     to make as great a revolution in modern dramatic writing as Kean has done in acting
                     (letters, 14 Aug 1819); this never happens, though—who knows?—if Keats would have
                     lived beyond
                     twenty-five years, his remarkable poetic gifts may well have been translated into
                     drama. 
At this moment, Keats is somewhat defensive about his poetry in light of Hunt’s somewhat patronizing comments about Endymion. The suggestion is perhaps not so much that he does not trust Hunt’s comments, but that Hunt makes them in the first place, which suggests Hunt’s sense of ownership over Keats’s poetic progress. There may be something that Keats might not want to directly admit: that aspects of Hunt’s poetic style (which is overly affected, at times, prettified, sometimes stylistically flippant) lurk in his own poetry. But, as suggested above, Keats knows this, and he is very determined to move forward in his own way and in his own terms, fortified by his study, his poetics, and the support of his closest friends.
The next day (23 January) Keats begins to prepare Book II of Endymion for the press, and his brother Tom’s health is not good. As usual, Keats’s finances are uneven at best and precarious at worst.

 
            