Reinventing the Life of a Poet in the Modern World

Month: June 2017

Poetry Card Week 14 (US)

Counteecullen“What is Africa to me:
Copper sun or scarlet sea,
Jungle star or jungle track,
Strong bronzed men, or regal black
Women from whose loins I sprang
When the birds of Eden sang?”

Heritage” by Countee Cullen 

Cullen was a Harlem Renaissance poet (1920s) and the most traditional of the Harlem Renaissance poets. He was an admirer of Keats, Housman and St. Vincent Millay. He was conflicted about being a spokesperson for the black community but he was never ambivalent about his message.

Claudemckay“Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth!”

Claude McKay’s “America” 

Two Harlem Renaissance poets together! Maybe I didn't shuffle these cards. We actually studied both of these poets in Harvard's EdX online Modernism course. Jamaica-born, McKay was involved in politics and felt anger at the oppresive systems of America, the subject of this sonnet. 

Sarateasdale2“The grass is walking in the ground.
Soon it will rise and blow in waves—
How can it have the heart to sway
Over the graves,
New graves?”

Spring in War-Time” by Sara Teasdale.

Teasdale is from St. Louis but I had never heard of her until many years after I moved away. “Known primarily for her forlorn poems of love, (ex: “My soul is a dark ploughed field in the cold rain”–yikes!), and “tempestuous epistolary affair" with Vachel Lindsay, a poet I’ve come across a few times in the roster of New Mexico poets in the 1930s and also as an early poet of the Chicago circle who contributed to early issues of Poetry magazine. Everyone seems to have had an opinion of Lindsay and you either loved or hated him. Teasdale apparently loved him if not his poetry. They both committed suicide. I did not know that. Now my interest is piqued and I will look into this dramatic story. This excerpt, according to the card, is one of her most famous poems, not about love but about World War I and was “widely distributed among the soldiers on the front lines.”

Elizabethbishop“This is the soldier home from the war.
These are the years and the walls and the door
that shut on a boy that pats the floor
to see if the world is round or flat.
This is the Jew in a newspaper hat
that dances carefully down the ward,
walking the plank of a coffin board…”

Visits to St. Elizabeths” by Elizabeth Bishop

I just saw the film Reaching for the Moon. This poem is about her visits to see Ezra Pound while he was in the hospital for psychiatric treatment. The poem was modeled after Ravel’s Bolero and “The House That Jack Built.” Not much biographical info is on the card which simply lists her places of residence. Interesting.

Week stats:

1 black American female
2 black American males
8 white American females
7 white American males
1 white Andalusian male
1 white Austrian male
1 Chilean male
9 white English males
2 white English female
1 white French male
1 white Italian male
1 white Scottish male
1 white Welsh male

1 1300s poet
1 1500s poet
1 1600s poet
1 1700s poet
12 1800s poets
20 1900s poets

Smarting It Up

Smarty-pantsSome people call it Hermioneitis (after Harry Potter), some call it Insufferable Syndrome or Smarty Pants Disease. My grandmother had a family friend from Arizona who came to visit her in St. Louis and her friend was very educated and published in southwestern American Indian culture. He was spouting off his knowledge in her living room and it was very impressive and we were all enraptured and his wife turned to my parents and said, “Isn’t he a smart son of a bitch?”

We love that story and whenever someone sits too high on a horse we say that, "Isn’t he a smart son of a bitch.” It’s very handy because pontificating on some subject or other is addictive. So you always need a wing man near by to disparagingly reprimand you when you’re sounding too much like a smart son of bitch.

I’m full of opinions that I can carry off with a tone of rightness, but honestly I’m wrong I’d estimate about half of the time and the phrase "Did I say that?" is a common pre-apology for thinking too much through my mouth. I take solace in the idea that nobody's reading this anyway, right?

Recently in the magazine The Baffler, Rick Perlstein took all the smarty-pantses to task in his article, "Outsmarted." Some excerpts: 

"Even as we moderns spend enormous amounts of our conscious energy making evaluations about who is sophisticated and who is simple, who is well-bred and who is arriviste, and who is smart and who is dumb, these are entirely irrelevant to the only question that ends up mattering: who is decent and who is cruel." 

"Whatever 'smart' actually is, it bears absolutely no necessary relation to fundamental decency. But that's a psychological, or even spiritual, lesson, not an intellectual one." 

This is the cause for many moments of head-in-the-hands for fellow Hermiones. Many of whom are poets. 

And so with that I'm going to complain about this recent online article called "Why All Poems Are Political" by Kathleen Ossip. 

Calling the writing of poetry in any genre a political act sounds groovy at first but that's spreading the net a bit too wide, like saying playing video games instead of getting a job is a political act. It can be, but it isn't always. Not all poets write as a political act, not all poets care about political acts. And you could also say being a poet of any political bent or of no political bent is all still a political bent. You wouldn't be wrong there but you also wouldn't be saying anything. Political intention is important. What kind of political act is it? It's like saying writers have agendas. Writers want to persuade. Poetry can be awfully un-rebellious and supportive of the status quo. They can also be rebellious for no purpose.

I do agree with Ossip that the Poetry is Dead meme is dead itself at this point and out of step with the times. There are more writers if not readers of poetry these days, lots of poetry literacy online, and, as my survey of news stories last year indicated, plenty of news outlets are printing stories about poetry and poets beyond the Poetry is Dead story. Just do a Google search for "poet" every seven days. Society does not only turn to poetry in times of crisis, although in times of crisis it surely ramps up (see the protest poetry phenomenon happening now).

You could say people, for the most part, also only get politically active in times of crisis. So if you believe those two things are related, (poetry and political acts), it shouldn't be a surprise that political poetry gets attention in a crisis.

But I do get tired of the lament that wants to compare poetry to other media. Ossip asks why we don't wonder Does Television Matter or Does Football Matter or Do Restaurants Matter. Does Cable TV Matter is actually a conversation happening as we speak and many people have given up television altogether after asking this very question.  Every football season I have the argument with Monsieur Big Bang: does football matter. I ask the questio, do games matter all the time, especially ones for which we willingly spend billions of dollars. We do have a plethora of TV shows that ask the question do restaurants matter, particular ones with Gordon Ramsey yelling inside them and in general now that we've endured a flood of restaurant and cooking shows and the world falling apart. Do foodies matter? Is there foie gras after fascism? (I just used that for the alliteration. Foie gras is terrible with or without fascism.)

In fewer words, yes these conversations are happening.

Ossip's article then lists a set of un-numbered questions attempting to challenge mainstream ideas about poetry. Ossip points out that poetry can be an antidote to toxic and numbing culture. But some of her questions play into the same assumptions that proponents of Poetry is Dead succumb to, perpetuate the same stereotype of the obscure poet, especially around the issue of difficulty. Difficulty is not a crime, but it is also not a necessary ingredient of poetry. Difficulty is useful for that particular class of difficult poetry. "Can something be pleasurable and difficult." Yes it can, but it can also be easy and pleasurable. Not all poets traffic in difficult poems. Not all poems are difficult. Not even half of all poems are difficult. 

And I think, (because here I am over-thinking again), that this favored idea of poetic difficulty ties back to Perlstein's article and our need to come off as smart thinkers outweighs the benefits of our brilliant new ideas.

And yes, my head is in my hands right now. It's a tragic problem. Smart can be wonderful. Smart can be alienating. Smart can be deadly.  

Am I being melodramatic? Can smart poems kill someone? In local news, police are making pleas to the zillionaire who has hid a fortune of coins in northern New Mexico and presented his clues in a too-cryptic poem. Two people have already died trying to find it.

The poem is too hard. The thirst to understand it is too great.

 

Most Popular Search on BBP

Miss-debatin

I tallied up the search results from an entire year on both of my blogs and 649 people made that search for the song "Cherokee People" or "Cherokee Nation" on my Cher blog

Popular posts on this blog include searches for: 

Sex poems 
Poems about language 
–  The Miroslav Holub Poem "Brief Thoughts on a Test Tube Analysis"
– But Bob’s Burgers poem searches are the clear winner. It's not surprising considering the popularity of the show. The topic received between 120 and 140 searches within the last year.

Terms folks use to search the poem:

  • happy things we should send into space
  • aunt gayle poem
  • little cat you're just like me
  • you're my cup of tea poem
  • gayle bob's burgers jar of mayo scott baio line
  • scott baio bob's burgers

There is obviously a diminutive need we will continue to try to serve.

Quotes for the Summer of ’17

GmHere is another slew of quotes to ponder, many from the Bob Sacks media newsletter.

Craft

"An artist’s limits are quite as important as his powers. They are definite assets, not a deficiency, and go to form his flavor and personality." Willa Cather

"Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant." Robert Louis Stevenson

"To make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe."  Carl Sagan

"Act with the authority of your 16 billion years." Joanna Macy

"Fashion can be bought. Style one must possess." Edna Woolman Chase

Reading

"A book ought to be an ax to break the frozen sea within us." Franz Kafka

"I divide all readers into two classes: those who read to remember and those who read to forget." William Lyon Phelps

"Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity." G. K. Chesterton

"We can spend our whole lives fishing only to discover in the end it wasn't fish we were after." Henry David Thoreau

Thinking Better

"I never guess. It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts." Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

"Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen." Albert Einstein (attributed)

"How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality." Norman Douglas

"Opinion is the medium between knowledge and ignorance." Plato

"In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite." Paul Dirac

"I have yet to see any problem, however complicated, which, when you looked at it in the right way, did not become still more complicated." Poul Anderson

Bearing the Business

"However beautiful the strategy, you should occasionally look at the results." Winston Churchill

"Social media is not about the exploitation of technology but service to community." Simon Mainwaring

"An over-reliance on past successes is a sure blueprint for future failures." Henry Petroski

"Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts." Winston Churchill

"There are three things in the world that deserve no mercy, hypocrisy, fraud, and tyranny." Frederick William Robertson

Living a Life

"I was going to buy a copy of The Power of Positive Thinking, and then I thought: What the hell good would that do?" Ronnie Shakes

"The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made." Groucho Marx

 

A Book About Plutonium and the Nuclear Family

FfAnn Cefola's new book-length poem, Free Ferry on Upper Hand Press, is about the secrecy behind the development of plutonium alongside poems about growing up in 1960s suburban America. The plutonium and family pieces are separate but Cefola creates a matrix between them which explores the impact of scientific development and cold-war fears on living families. Cefola drew material and inspiration from technical publications and her father-in-law, who worked on the plutonium project.

The plutonium story runs along the bottom of the book's pages–Cefola calls this the "bottom narrative" which interacts with the more traditionally displayed family poems on each page. The architecture works like an assemblage, where ideas from the plutonium fragments are collaged next to relevant family stories. This structure gives you all sorts of opportunities to read the poems horizontally and vertically. Hot and cold contrasts are explored, dichotomies between the vibrant and the flat,  intellectual science transposed next to suburban parties. Two stories are being told at once, woven together and they ultimately merge.

Cefola investigates emotional exposure and chemical exposure, tenderness and brittleness, disasters both emotional and physical, and rivalries between siblings and poems. The family poems themselves are a vibrant survey of 60s Americana: television (and love of TV dinners), dishwashers, vacations, neighborhood lawns and personalities.

When Cefola uses details, they are always heavy with extra significance, like the wine glasses in the cabinet stacked as if in the middle of a can-can dance, or the idea of "children like lava" over the death of a dog, or Ed Sullivan pronouncing 'show' as 'shoe." This reminded me of Sonny & Cher's first appearance on The Ed Sullivan Show where Sullivan mispronounced Cher's name as 'Chir.'

And then there's a scientific formula printed in all its glory at the climax of the book. The ending leaves us with the smell of firs and the desire to protect all that has been explored, the physical and emotional vulnerabilities, the fireflies.

There is no other poet like Cefola. Her tight, article-free lines zero in on ideas like a microscope and the style of brevity intensifies the action. She sprinkles in italics where ideas almost glow.

AnncefolaMore About Ann

The Big Bang Poetry Interview (2013)

Ann Interviews Howard Mandel on Astrud Gilberto and the Bossa Nova (2017)

Ann's website and her blog annogram.

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