Widening the Gate: The Moral Imperative of Scholarly Apparatus in Poetry

The article argues that the inclusion of scholarly apparatus in poetry should not be seen as an act of insecurity but as a moral imperative to enhance accessibility and understanding. Providing notes and allusions demonstrates trust in the reader’s intellect and invites deeper engagement with complex literary traditions, enriching the overall poetic experience.


Dante and Virgil in Hell by William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1850).
 Oil on canvas, 281 × 225 cm. Housed in the Musée d'Orsay, Paris.
Dante and Virgil in Hell by William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1850).
Oil on canvas, 281 × 225 cm. Housed in the Musée d’Orsay, Paris.
Depicting a scene from The Divine Comedy, the painting shows Dante guided by the poet Virgil through the torments of the Inferno. This work reflects the enduring need for guidance through complex moral and literary landscapes—much like the role of scholarly apparatus in contemporary poetry.

In certain corners of literary criticism—particularly those shaped by the Bloomian anxiety of influence—the inclusion of scholarly notes in a poem is often regarded with suspicion. To annotate a poetic work, especially with theological or classical references, is, for some, a mark of insecurity or defensiveness. One does not footnote inspiration, the critic suggests, but cloaks inadequacy. This reading, however, reveals more about the critic’s own posture than the poet’s intent. It mistakes generosity for uncertainty, and accessibility for anxiety. In truth, the use of poetic apparatus is not a gesture of retreat but an act of moral clarity.

We no longer inhabit a culture rooted in shared canonical memory. The contemporary reader cannot be presumed to recognize the traces of Augustine or the subtleties of Pauline inversion, nor even the resonances of Lamentations or Miltonic cadence. These once-communal touchstones have grown faint in our fragmented intellectual landscape.

To scatter phrases drawn from such traditions across the page without interpretive aid would not constitute noble restraint—it would be fundamentally exclusionary. One does not prove a poem’s strength by ensuring its opacity to all but the initiated few.

The poet who situates their work within a sacred, historical, or theological lineage and yet withholds the keys to that lineage commits a kind of aesthetic pride. This is the true arrogance: to assume that those who do not immediately perceive are unworthy to understand. In contrast, the provision of notes, allusions, and apparatus is a statement of trust in the reader’s intellectual capacity. It affirms that the reader, though perhaps unfamiliar with particular traditions, is capable of knowing, and thus worthy of invitation into deeper engagement.

Poetic apparatus, when thoughtfully deployed, functions as both guide and companion. It allows the reader to move through layered landscapes without stumbling in darkness. Notes illuminate without overwhelming; they offer pathways, not prescriptions. Just as Dante needed Vergil to navigate the underworld in The Divine Comedy, the modern reader may need scaffolding to ascend the difficult terrain of a theologically-inflected poem. That scaffolding supports not the poem’s inadequacy, but the reader’s journey—and facilitating such journeys is a moral imperative in cultural stewardship.

This approach is not a concession to mediocrity, but a rejection of unnecessary elitism. It demonstrates a commitment to write in full fidelity to tradition without surrendering one’s audience to the assumptions of a forgotten world. When T.S. Eliot appended notes to The Waste Land, he was not performing obscurantist affectation, but rather acknowledging the changing literacy of his readership. His doing so sparked considerable controversy, suspicion, and derision. However, the changing literacy of readership since his day has only deepened and accelerated. Thus, the poet who provides apparatus performs not an act of scholarly vanity but of intellectual hospitality.

Indeed, there is a didactic purpose inherent in such practices: poetry can instruct, not through reductive simplicity, but through guided complexity. The notes, like glosses or scholia in ancient texts, become part of the total work—a parallel conversation between poet and reader. They remind us that poetry is a learned art—not reducible to mere sentiment, nor severed from thought. To annotate is to take seriously both the lineage of one’s words and the intellectual capacity of one’s reader.

In our digital age, we have expanded possibilities for such apparatus—hyperlinks, separate commentary documents, and layered presentations that neither overwhelm the poem’s aesthetic integrity nor abandon readers to unnecessary confusion. These technologies allow for graduated engagement: the poem stands complete for those prepared to receive it directly, while additional resources await those seeking deeper understanding.

Crucially, providing scholarly apparatus never constrains the reader’s interpretive freedom. Each reader brings their own experience and knowledge to a text, often discovering meanings the author never intended or foresaw. The best annotations create access without dictating understanding—they open doors without determining which path the reader must take once inside. This dynamic relationship between authorial context and reader interpretation is not a liability but one of literature’s most profound gifts.

The poet may still be misunderstood. There will be those who persist in reading apparatus as apology, footnotes as armor against criticism. But the deeper truth is that to offer one’s learning as aid is not to retreat from art, but to expand its possibility. It is an act of humility, yes—but also of instruction, of preservation, and above all, of invitation.

Poetic footnotes, then, are not defensive gestures. They are moral acts. They widen the gate; they refuse the cloister. In an age of forgetting, they are essential—if tradition is to live not as relic, but as inheritance: vital, vivid, and available to all who would receive it.

Poetry as Revelation: Engaging with “Vitruvian Man Unbound”

Michelangelo, The Awakening Slave (c. 1525–30).
A body caught between measure and becoming.

I. On Bloom and the Anxiety of Influence

As the poet of Vitruvian Man Unbound, I find myself drawn to Harold Bloom’s understanding of how poetry functions within tradition—not as mere imitation or influence, but as a creative misreading that transforms both predecessor and successor. Bloom’s vocabulary—his clinamen (poetic swerve), daemonization, and apophrades (the return of the dead)—offers a framework for understanding my own relationship with Leonardo’s iconic drawing.

Yet I would press beyond the confines of Bloom’s categorical system. The strongest poetry, as Bloom himself recognized, resists easy resolution. Vitruvian Man Unbound embodies what he called a tessera—a completion of its precursor that simultaneously preserves and undermines its foundational terms. The poem does not simply revise Leonardo; it retroactively reshapes our understanding of him. It allows us to see Vitruvian Man as an incomplete gesture, one whose implicit metaphysical longing only achieves full articulation through the poem’s unfolding of form, desire, and transcendence.

II. The Paradox of Poetic Creation as Discovery

When I began Vitruvian Man Unbound, there was no conceit of a new idea. Rather, I felt I was unearthing the obvious—articulating for the first time verses that had already been rendered, waiting to be heard.

This situates the poem not as invention but as discovery—a Renaissance conception of artistic creation. Michelangelo spoke of liberating the form already imprisoned within the marble. Leonardo, too, conceived of art as revelation through observation, uncovering structures latent in nature and proportion. I participate in that lineage: the transcendence of the circle was already latent in Leonardo’s drawing. My poem does not overwrite Vitruvian Man but unveils what it always contained.

III. Poetry as Transcription of Revealed Truth

Poetry is primarily, in my conception, the art of transcription. Poetry is ultimately truth revealed, however rendered.

This belief is ancient. Poets once invoked the Muse, believing their songs were received rather than authored. Plato cast poets as possessed vessels of divine madness. In scriptural traditions, the prophet or sage writes not from invention but from vision. In this view, the poet is not creator but conduit.

This understanding reorients poetic practice. What matters most is not novelty of theme or form but receptivity—a cultivated attentiveness to truths that ask to be heard. To compose well is to listen well. The most vital poems do not invent so much as reveal. The poet’s charge, then, is fidelity.

Vitruvian Man Unbound aspires to this kind of transcription. It draws out from Leonardo’s image the philosophical tensions embedded therein: between proportion and possibility, containment and becoming, structure and the longing to transcend it.

IV. The Poem’s Journey: From Containment to Transcendence

At its heart, my poem charts a metaphysical journey—the awakening of a consciousness confined within geometry, gradually realizing its cosmic vocation. The Vitruvian figure, bound in ratios and ruled lines, discovers within himself not mere form but flame. The movement is from being drawn to drawing, from being measured to measuring.

The poem gives voice to this paradox: “I am both bound and boundless, large and small, / Both measured part and immeasurable all.”

This is no empty contradiction. It is the philosophical heart of the work. The circle becomes “not wall but door,” not negated but reimagined. Limitation, as I came to understand, is not the enemy of freedom but its precondition. Form does not imprison; it allows the infinite to appear in the guise of the finite.

This idea resonates with multiple traditions: the Christian theology of kenosis, quantum indeterminacy, the aesthetics of the golden ratio, even the existential struggle of Camus’ Sisyphus. In Vitruvian Man Unbound, I sought to draw them all into poetic coherence.

V. Beyond Influence: Co-Creation and Transcendence

My relationship to Leonardo’s drawing is not one of mere homage or critique. The poem does not simply descend from his vision; it reconfigures how I understand that vision. In Bloom’s terms, it enacts an apophrades: the precursor is altered by the successor, the past rewritten by the presence of the present.

I acknowledged this inversion within the poem itself: “Da Vinci dreamed me into being’s start; / I dream myself anew with conscious art.”

This was not rebellion against the tradition but transcendence through deep fidelity. I did not seek to destroy Leonardo’s Vitruvian Man; I hoped to fulfill him. I entered the drawing and found the voice that seemed to have been waiting there. The Vitruvian Man, for me, ceased to be object and became subject, consciousness incarnate.

VI. Poetry as Epistemological Practice

If poetry is the transcription of revealed truth, then it is not merely aesthetic. It is epistemological. It helps us understand not only what is, but how we come to know what is. The most original poems do not dazzle through novelty alone; they resonate because they name what we already suspected was true, but had not yet heard.

Vitruvian Man Unbound aspires to such resonance. I hope it awakens a dormant dimension in Leonardo’s drawing—and perhaps, in us. I did not set out to create a new form, but to reveal the old form’s silent music. For me, it was an act not of invention, but of listening—not conquest, but witnessing. A poetry of revelation.

Thus the ink that once bound becomes the ink that reveals.

VII. Echoes of Prometheus

In reflecting on Vitruvian Man Unbound, I recognize the shadow of another unbound figure—Shelley’s Prometheus. His liberation from cosmic tyranny, his transformation into a visionary voice of harmony, and his rejection of vengeance in favor of transcendence, all resonate deeply with the arc of my poem. Like Prometheus, the Vitruvian figure is not merely released; he is revealed—as a bearer of fire, of knowledge, of poetic truth. It is not accidental that in striving toward the infinite, we find ourselves echoing those myths and verses where the infinite has already spoken.

Montaigne: “We are great fools.”

“We are great fools. ‘He has spent his life in idleness,’ we say; ‘I have done nothing today.’ What, have you not lived? That is not only the most fundamental but the most illustrious of your occupations. … To compose our character is our duty, not to compose books, and to win battles and provinces, but order and tranquility in our conduct. Our great and glorious masterpiece is to live appropriately.” – Montaigne, Essays

Portrait of Michel de Montaigne

It is a shame that I have only come of late to begin reading Montaigne’s Essays, in the autumn of my life, as it were. It seems that such a work should have been useful to read early and often throughout the whole of my life. It is, of course, possible to identify dozens of authors and works with which one should hope to be familiar, and from whom one can be inspired, but something about his Essays is so profoundly compelling, that with surety, the work would have been a wellspring that would have been a source of refreshment for a lifetime. The late literary critic Harold Bloom makes a credible stab at explaining the attraction of Montaigne and his Essays in a chapter entitled “Montaigne and Moliere: The Canonical Elusiveness of the Truth” in The Western Canon: The Books and School of Ages. That chapter, perhaps alone, made Bloom’s work a worthwhile read.

Bloom, noting that many admirers of Montaigne found his gift or charisma difficult to explain, included one particular sentence that I cannot resist including if only for the chuckle it elicited from me: The Swiss historian Herbert Luthy thought that all of Montaigne was in one of the most casual of his sentences: ‘When I play with my cat who knows if she does not amuse herself more with me than I with her?'” Although I am not so inclined to agree that all of Montaigne is within that sentence, it does capture nicely the brilliance of the mind whom one engages with when one reads the Essays.

For my part, as I continue to work my way through the work, I note that I am taking copious notes of lines here and there that I wish to revisit. I have an appreciation of Montaigne’s ability to interlace his work with highly appropriate quotations from others. Two that I found to be very memorable from an early essay, Of Sorrow, are the following:

“He who can say how he burns with love, has little fire.” – Petrarca, Sonetto 137.

“Light griefs can speak: deep sorrows are dumb.” – Seneca, Hippolyctus, Act II, Scene 3.

Each of the above expresses truth so pithily that I, as a reader, came to a standstill and reflected in silence on their applicability to certain moments within my life. Then, once I caught my breath, and obtained a certain levity, I wondered if there would be a market for Philosophical Greeting Cards.