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Bad Rap

5/4/2018

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I guess it's a question that gets asked often.  Why does poetry have such a bad rap?  

Earlier this week a salesman came to my house to give me an estimate for replacement windows.  I already knew I was ordering, so basically he was chitchatting while writing up the order on his iPad.  I learned in course of the conversation that he likes to read.  A lot. He likes to read historical fiction, though he didn't quite have a name for it.  I mentioned that a woman in my book group likes to read only fiction that she can learn something from--historical fiction would also be her pick.  On his way out, we were were still talking about this and that, and he saw my new book in the front hall.  He said, "Did you write that?"  I said, "Yes, it's poetry."  His response, "Oh."  I chuckled a a bit about that.  The "oh" and the voice- dropping disappointment.  He was apologetic, but it was a reminder of poetry's "bad rap."

This week I worked with an eighth-grade student who had to pull together a poetry project.  He had to write four original poems, mostly from a formula.  Two he chose to write were called "I Feel" poems, one of which began "I feel blessed / and cared for." Much much abstraction.  Then he had to copy four poems from books--not write about why he chose them or respond to them or "talk" about them.  He had to "design" a "fru-fru" cover (because of course, fru- fru goes with poetry) which consisted of a clipart couch and the title "Poetry on the Couch" derived from the only poem with a spark of creativity, one that we worked on together. That poem personified his living room couch. He was all smiles when he finished that poem. "That was fun." I hope that is what he remembers about poetry. The teacher gave back his project during class the next day; she had read through it while students were taking standardized testing, and she said that she'd love to give it an "A" if he would only take the time to go over the handwritten poems he had chosen in INK instead of pencil. I know my eyebrows raised to the low ceiling in the dining room.

And then I told him just a little bit about the project I did in eighth grade.  How I remembered it still. That project was at the other end of the spectrum in terms of requirements and difficulty.  I've kept it for over half a century, partly because I'm sure I must have had a meltdown putting it all together.   

The project included pages of notes I took during class, definitions of poetic terms including "sentiment" and "caesura," quizzes on poems discussed in class, and an analysis of every poem we discussed in class--at least ten, including "Exposure" by Wilford Owen, Poe's "Ulalume" and "Annabelle Lee," De La Mare's "The Listerner," "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer, and poems by Thomas Hood, Wordsworth, and Frost. Because I tend toward the over-achiever, I included short bios on each poet and "wow"-ed the teacher.  Bonus 15 points!  

I don't recall it, but I must have chosen William Henry Davies to read in-depth. The last section had to include an explication of ten of the poet's poems.  The teacher wrote:  Poems could be explicated a little more exactly. Oops! The packet was 56 typewriter-typed pages with handwritten notes throughout.  

I'm guessing that some students left Mr. Rochelle's English class thinking and expressing much the same sentiment as the window replacement salesman. I'm not sure why I hung onto the project for so long, the pages now fragile and withered.  It was a lot of work, and undoubtedly a bowl of tears, but so was the Civil War project we had to do that included copying down every battle and an outline of all the details about each battle.  Nowhere does that exist in my current "saved" files or boxes. 

I query myself:  What made poetry memorable? I know at that time I had never given even fifteen seconds of consideration to becoming a poet, much less a published one. 

What made poetry stick? The teacher. Maybe. The sheer amassing of material? Maybe. The cover that I thought was so clever but my teacher did not "get"? Possibly. I'm sure there was a convergence of many factors that led me down the poetry highway so many years later. Maybe for me it ends up being about "learning something" too, and not so differently from the lovers of historical fiction. 

Last Sunday I had a book launch for my latest book, Tapping Roots.  A non-poet friend of the hostess approached me to buy a book after the reading. She told me she cried during the reading of at least a couple of the poems. She was extremely complimentary, and she was so surprised at how many ways she connected to the poems themselves. Of course, I was pleased. One specific comment she made was that the poem about my father as he remembered his father forcing him to prove himself a man was told with such "small real estate." I remember my struggles with this poem to do just that--to avoid overtelling, overwriting. 

Poetry's magic for me IS in the "real estate."  How words mean, how they are structured, how the "property" is painted, how I learn from the process of putting words together and from reading how others do the same. And how that "real estate" is received, how it lives on. I'm not sure I'll make any big inroads in poetry's sour reputation, but . . .

The manning-up poem--

My Father Remembers His Father

I.

Dad is the foreman, supervising work
on the hospital. Before that, Rust Plumbing.
And before that, the mines, black dust living
in the creases in his hands, his eyelids caked,
his lips cussing blackness.

You never did a hard day’s work in your life,
he says when one-by-one my brothers
and I find work in factories or offices.
His handtools idle in the garage--
we are never allowed to touch.

You sissies.
He hounds us--
Nothing but a bunch of sissies.

I am the sissy who delivers papers,
the one who rolls the clay to smooth
the tennis courts behind the high school
so I can hit a couple balls, the one who works
in the pants factory after high school
making sure the line workers have the zippers
and buttons they needed. I am the sissy
who turns over all his weekly pay ‘til I get out.

II.

Behind our house is a grape arbor.
Out back near the alley, a chicken coop.
We raise our own chickens,
make wine from grapes we pick
and crush. More work for us boys.

I am the oldest. Once my father
must have thought that I needed to prove
my manhood. Go out back, he orders.
Catch a chicken. Cut off the head.

Catching isn’t that hard.
I carry it to the stump scarred
with the blade of the axe.
Thump. Thump. My father’s footsteps
on the bricked walk from the house.
I know I need one clean cut.
One swing clear through.

Swing and miss.
Clinched.

Sissy.



2 Comments
Rob
5/5/2018 05:44:58 am

Love the poetry anecdotes and that you still have your project after all these years.

I didn't really start enjoying poetry until my 20s, outside of school, when I started reading it on my own, though (speaking of overachieving) in fifth grade we had to memorize a poem and I chose "The Walrus and the Carpenter". Most kids selected the shortest poems they could find.

The first poem I memorized as an adult was Yeats' "The Second Coming" 30+ years later I can still recite it :) Wish I made more time these days to memorize poems :)

I do think a lot of modern poetry (unlike most contemporary classical music) still has a lot to say to non-poets, if only people could find the right poems, like your beautiful and haunting poem above.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts, observations, and poetry!

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Gail Goepfert link
5/5/2018 06:36:01 am

Thanks, Rob. It's odd how people come to poetry. And intriguing. The memorizing thing is not something I will EVER excel at in this lifetime. I can recall a few lines with prompting of Longfellow's "The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere," the poem I recall having to memorize. I don't think much of that skill gets practiced anymore.

I agree. Most people's experience is very traditional poetry assigned in school. One has to be open to the what contemporary poetry brings.

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