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Micro Essay 9 – Amiri Baraka’s “Somebody Blew Up America”

How do I enter a poem critically when I find it so perfect to the point of being confounded? Hearing “Somebody Blew Up America” being read by its author, Amiri Baraka, made me want to stand up in my cubicle and scream out “Whooooooo” myself – and for better or worse this wouldn’t be the first time my coworkers wondered just what the hell I was up to.

I suppose I’ll start with the sonics, of which brought about much of the emotional stirring for me. Baraka begins this poem with two beats reflecting their own sounds back.

They say {breath} its some terrorist,

Ey – Ay {breath} Itsso – Orist

These two quick-paced parts of the rhythm set up the beat for the whole piece, with only a few breaks to slow things down, and one major acceleration at the third stanza which sticks through nearly to the end. The reader – no audience – no listener – have a familiar repetition of only a few sounds in the line-opening phrases: Ihh, Orr, Th, Who; all of which seem to act as a grounding point, or foundation for the coming rhythm that strikes each line on the verb or the noun, depending on which Baraka intends to hold the reader’s attention. These in-line-rhymes occur not only within stanzas, but in several cases serve as a call-back to an earlier stanza and line-of-thinking.

For example in this stanza:

Who {foundational beat sound} the Beast in Revelations {interior reflected sound of East – Ev Ations},
Who {foundational beat sound} 666 {First S-S-ix sound},
Who {foundational beat sound} know who decide {without “s” creates first part of pairing and allows for a harder edged sound than had this been grammatically correct, i.e. who decides}; and then,
Jesus {reflects the S-S-ix sound with Esus} get crucified {Rhyme with “decide”, creating greater importance to the decision of who dies}.

The field that Baraka has laid out is far less about the page and almost entirely based around sonics. Each stanza tight to the left margin with a line break only between stanzas. Almost as if Baraka had no concern for the silent reader. The plainness of this poem on the page may or may not have been intentional, but it signals that the real punch is in what you hear with your ears more than what you see with your eyes.

Regarding word-play we do get a better idea of what is going on in reading the poem than, in some cases, hearing the poem itself. There are so many examples where Baraka has taken the common (or “correct”) spelling of a phrase or name, and altered it to heighten the meaning and passion behind the choice.

For example, the many cases of altered names of conservative black Americans in positions of power, such as “Tom ass Clarence” – inferring that Supreme Court Justice Thomas Clarence is an Uncle Tom. Or how instead of directly referencing General Colon Powell, he infers shit-talking or bull-shit-reasoning behind war and policy expressed by General Powell in the line: “Who doo doo come out the Colon’s mouth”. Furthermore, in that line the use of “Who” suggests that it isn’t necessarily General Powell’s own bull-shit, but someone else’s.

Content wise the poem begins with a very non-specific moment wherein “they” point to a “barbaric” act by a “terrorist” – blaming “A Rab, in Afghanistan”. Then, clarifying how the narrator is part of “they”, because “they” lay claim that: “It wasn’t our American terrorists”. Here is where the poem pivots from the vague to the specific; where Baraka spends about 200 lines calling out moments when the American leadership, society, citizenry, and economic decisions led to terrorism, not terrorism carried out by the “barbaric” other – but by America against that other.

By the end the poem makes one more move out of specificity and into a much more universal question about how we interpret the machinations of life and the universe. How the “they” make sense of the world through this lens of God and the Devil, Heaven and Hell. One of the most profound statements (in my opinion) happens here within these last few stanzas.

Who you know ever
Seen God? 

But everybody seen
The Devil

Like an Owl exploding
In your life in your brain in your self
Like an Owl who know the devil
All night, all day if you listen, Like an Owl
Exploding in fire. We hear the questions rise
In terrible flame like the whistle of a crazy dog

It is within this moment that Baraka ties all of those few hundred examples together with the string of hatred, of the “devil” – the fact that “they” know the devil; but Baraka also knows the devil, and every time a question is raised about “who” is responsible for a specific terrorist act, it is a sort of dog-whistle that anyone potentially within the other should be aware of and weary of; because “they” are coming for you, other.

Micro Essay 8 The Beats and Bars of Mackey

In Nathaniel Mackey’s poem “Sound and Sentience” I found a familiar connection between the field of composition captured by Olson and the field of tonal dynamics brought to life in the broader Splay Anthem collection. “Sound and Sentience” is placed on the page in such a way as to remind the reader of the registry of a scale, moving up and down, with ellipses and commas placed strategically throughout to perform the duty of a rest, or half beat. Each stanza ending on the right margin as though a whole note was being held over to maintain the connection between one thought and the next. As an aside, this feels like an obvious point given the word “scales” appearing as the first word of the poem – even if it is utilized with an alternative meaning.

Mackey remarks in his essay, “Sound and Sentiment, Sound and Symbol”, how it was Farris Thompson who defined the “ancient African organizing principles of song and dance [as] … suspended accentuation patterning (offbeat phrasing of melodic and choreographic accents)”; which it feels to me Mackey has done expressly here in “Sound and Sentience”. Mackey notes that the “black music” is a “critique of our [black people’s] concept of reality” and, “because of racism, one finds oneself deprived of community and kinship, cut off.”

To this end I find it interesting that “Sound and Sentience” bounces between the physical world and the spiritual, where in the physical world it would seem that there is a struggle to remain tangible – for example in the opening stanza:

Scales which would once have been / skin … feathers which would once / have been cloth … There that / claiming heaven raised hell, fraught / sublimity, exists ever more to / come …

From here Mackey moves out of this physical skin and into what he refers to as a state of being as “protoghosts”. The feeling throughout the rest of the stanzas is this desire to be physical, to be some-thing instead of a ghost, or protoghost, or “spook”. I’m reminded of Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man in these specters presented by Mackey. Invisible Man having also been referenced by Mackey in his essay where he connects Ellison’s concept of invisibility as a “two-way cut”. As such, in the poem, Mackey’s protoghosts are both invisible to the world as in excluded, or cast out of society; but, as in the second half of the poem the “protoghost entourage” weren’t: “tied to what had been wood” — both a comment on their freedom of being, of their own metaphysical sentience; and also, a comment on no longer being worried about the “would once have been” that repeated itself in the first half of the poem.

Sonically each line of this poem rings less rhythmically – or as Mackey put it – ythmically, although it does that, and more like a staggered beat. Mackey of course is drawing this from ancient African musical traditions. For me, as a fan of early punk rock and hardcore music, I am being awoken further to the appropriation of this technique from the African tradition into euro-centric white anti-establishment music like punk, hardcore, etc. Specifically, for me, I hear echoes of the songs of Fugazi and their earlier work as Minor Threat. Regardless, the point of this digression is that the appropriation by rebellious white Americans (in this example) did not lose the spirit of the “black music” pointed to by Mackey, insomuch as Fugazi was equally expressing a frustration for being outside of acceptable society.

The selection of words used for these staggered beats manage to roll from alliteration to alliteration via not only the sound, but the descriptive patterns and running-words-together to form syllabic patterns found today, more commonly in certain rapper’s lyrics.

Just read this stanza out loud and consider how these words create their own backbeat:

We wandered into, circling wind we / considered moot, a way we had of / running in place… Phantom limbs they / were we ran on, ghost feet that / they were. Nubs that’d once been feet /lost their numbness. Feeling it was / made /

Breaking this down into beats and bars[1], I came up with this:

1                                 2                                 3                                 4

We wan                  dered                       in                                to

Circ                           ling                            wind                         we

And this first line is interesting because the word “circling” is the pivot between two similar sounds: i.e. we wandered and wind we.

1                                 2                                 3                                 4

con                            sid                              ered                          moot

away                         we                              had                            of

When you break things down like this – assuming I’m not breaking some sort of rule of poetry here – it becomes more evident how Mackey plays with syllables to capture these half beats, or off-beats referenced in ancient African musical tradition. Here looking at line one, the first beat and a half is “We wan”; then, in the second line we see a similar extra syllable in the beat for the word “away”.

All of this reminds me a bit of an Ornette Coleman piece “Freeway Express”, from one of my favorite jazz albums The Empty Foxhole. You can give it a listen here: https://youtu.be/rHplFiz22-w

“Freeway Express” includes three layers of rhythm, the drums keeping one beat, the bass/strings another, and then the trumpet a third – yet all of them are in sync with one another. Much the way Mackey loops together rhythms based upon words and context, on rhyming sounds, and finally on breath and beat.

[1] Admittedly something I understood very little about until last year when Vox posted up this video: https://youtu.be/QWveXdj6oZU

Micro Essay 7 – Re-engineering

This week’s micro essay examines Joanne Kyger’s poem, titled:

Very Important & Natural
Absorbed in People Magazine
Beyond Giddy

Following the examination, I have provided a re-engineered take on this poem of my own creation.

The first thing I notice is the sarcasm within the title, which feels less like a title to me, and more like a preparatory stanza. “Very Important & Natural / Absorbed in People Magazine / Beyond Giddy” – I attempted to find the July and August issues from 2010 of People just to get a feel for what she might have been reading but was unable to find anything beyond the cover (at least without purchasing them). Surely it isn’t imperative that I know this reference, because I can track the humor throughout the poem, but I do remain curious.

An aside, as someone not in the habit of looking at People, it appears there are two cover stories – either someone is being married, or someone is going through a divorce.  From time-to-time someone dies or has a baby. Were anyone looking for stories based only upon the most obvious and universal of topics, they are certain to find them in People; but I digress.

Not only does the title of the poem feel like an opening stanza, the three-line structure also reads as if each line could be referencing an individual article. My curiosity about where these lines were pulled is killing me. They are three individual states-of-being; with their own sort of life – which is reflective of what comes in Kyger’s question “What if every emotion has a self”?

In response, I wonder if allowing oneself to be absorbed by an emotion or feeling conjures this “self” into being. As an example, the feeling of being “Very Important” can shut down feelings of empathy if the person allows that feeling to take over, for them to become “Absorbed” in their own importance.

I’m having a difficult time reflecting on what I notice line-by-line without jumping ahead and then reflecting back; I also want to consider the sounds that are made within the piece, and those I will take on next. Tabbing the remainder of the poem to the right, allowing for additional pauses as the narrator works through the question about “every emotion” having its own “self” feels to me as if the question is put forward to the reader, but then the narrator provides their own inner monologue – like what might happen in a conversation (or perhaps an argument – such as where this seems to lead).

Observing the fact that time is fluid, and chained to which emotional selves are in existence feels like a new thought in the poem, but also reflective of the title. Such as the Warhol concept of 15-minutes-of-fame. Or the cliché of time-flies-when-you’re-having-fun, and it drags when you are not; or in Kyger’s terms, “although seconds / can seem like total horrible eternity”.

Following this series of considerations is a quote from Tristan Tzara which pulls from his Dada poem “12th December 1920”[1]. Within Tzara’s poem he seems to linger on concepts about gossip, popularity, and the commercialization of creativity and art is leading to art’s own “annihilation”. This feeling of impending doom follows in Kyger’s poem as well – I think – or maybe I’m missing a larger point. Where “action proceeds from immediate response” is then established by the next few lines, beginning with the argumentative statement about a phone call. Throwing water on a newly lit stove provokes both a visual response of what feels to me like an argument between a couple, wherein the narrator shows her (his?) seriousness by extinguishing everything they were underway with – both the dishes and the cooking.

People magazine is colloquially thought of as a gossip rag, so the Tzara theme seems to call back to that as well. The 30-minute-phone-call suggests that there is another example of fluidity to time, emphasized by the physically fluid “dishpan of water”.

Here I feel we see how the drudgery of daily life intrudes upon the prospect of something new; with gossip being a way to prevent boredom. The lit stove representing something new. The argument over how much time was spent gossiping while doing dishes is like adding insult to injury. The narrator already suffering the chore of the dishes, only wants something to keep their mind busy or an emotional state that doesn’t “seem like a total horrible eternity” – yet this isn’t OK to the mysterious antagonist.

Finally, in the end there is another dose of sarcastic humor, not unlike how the piece began – “Bit of a mess to clean up, but worth it / considering all the wet dust I found.” Not only is there humor, but there is also the call back to considerations; and in Tzara’s poem, there is the desire to maintain mess for the sake of maintaining art – for hygiene is what will ultimately lead to the death of art – and to wrap it all up together, People magazine is about as plain-Jane and hygienic a piece of literature(?) as there might be.

Now then, I promised to consider the sounds associated with how the poem flows, and the energy it passes back in forth in doing so. To that point, I noticed that the use of the sssss and the e/E sounds dominate the first stanza, even intermingling. For example, the use of the E words: every, emotion, existence, and eternity. The S words: self, selves, seconds, and seem. Within each of the S words though there is a secondary E sound – such as in self there remains elf; seem holds eem.

Connecting the sounds of the title through to the end of the poem are these Oooo sounds such as in the words: Absorbed, Beyond, emotion, long, seconds, response, on, and on.

The breaths between, which I mentioned briefly above, are worth consideration as well. The first stanza as an audible question followed by a sort of internalization of the thought. Then, bringing in the reference to Tzara, there is a much quicker response – as would be appropriate of leading with “The thought is made in the mouth” – quickly followed again with “the thought” from “the mouth”, with a breath to consider which action should follow. The result requiring a few breaths, a pause, to consider the aftermath.

I notice that Hoa locked in on Olson’s use of “a stranger, suddenly showing up” to alter what her narrator was doing, the way that Death acted upon the narrator in “Cole’s Island”. Following that lead, here then is my re-engineered poem. I hope I am capturing a piece of the rhythm from Kyger’s poem along with the concept of how thoughts interact with our day. Funny, in a way I feel like this Kyger poem is a re-engineered version of Tzara’s poem; sort of a stripping down of it, an updating of it – but maybe I’ve read too much in.

[1]  http://www.391.org/manifestos/1920-dada-manifesto-feeble-love-bitter-love-tristan-tzara.html

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A Sense of Completion
Podcasts on 1.5x
My Lunch Breakfast

Rosecrans Baldwin brings me down with the reality that in Paris you do not take lunch at your desk. Had I known I might not have applied for the position at UNESCO.

Why must the lunch hour be an hour when it can be five furious minutes

— American–

By nine A.M. my lunch is eaten to the sound track of Alvin-and-the-Chipmunks reporting on esoteric topics such as the creation of the first “jock-bra”, or debates on prison abolition and gun control from a leftist foundation

Hunger is a secondary concern in my cubicle, as it is in Paris

in Paris even my 4-year-old ate snails, followed by two more courses; then she ate cake

in Paris we sat for hours

Procrastination is not far from Productivity

in preparation, I spend two minutes making a vegan shake, then selecting a Lara bar, so my breakfast will be gone before I get to work, and my lunch shortly thereafter

a cubicle is for completion of tasks

not contemplation

so un-American

career suicide

for that I’d need a window

 

Micro Essay – Kyger “seventy-seven…”

Kyger “seventy-seven…” response by Andrew Miller

Coming across Kyger’s poem “Seventy-Seven Beautiful and Adorable Things for Arthur Okamura’s 77th Birthday” was very interesting given its construction as a list, and it reminded me of some points that were made by my cohort member, Dameion Wagner, about how wide ranging Kyger is without ever being demoted to “jack of all trades … master of none.”

In Kyger’s interview with Lawrence Nahem for Occident, Nahem brings up the fact that Kyger has been involved in multiple media forms, including television and music. Here Nahem is curious if the integration of poetry with different mediums overpowers the poetry, or is somehow a distraction to it.

Kyger’s response is to say: “…I think poetry is strong enough. I don’t think some poets are adventuresome enough about the space they can make … poetry is storytelling and it’s acting and it is music too and it’s theatre.”

Why I bring all of this up is that I really appreciate Kyger’s range and I think that she was iconoclastic in this respect. Here in this same interview she talks about poetry being trapped on the page too long. Personally I think one issue I have is an uncertainty as to how to free myself from the page itself. Not that I’m unaware of the options – and boy are there ever options these days – but I’m unsure of my ability to make use of the outlets in a productive way. I’m unsure if my poetry “is strong enough.”

A good example of how this works could be drawn from the podcast Heavyweight, the “Milt” episode (season 2, episode 9). Host Jonathon Goldstein helps to reconnect his friend Greggor’s father, poet Milton P. Ehrlich with Milton’s estranged poet friend. Goldstein’s interest is in the blame put upon his podcast for ruining this friendship in the first place; but, of course, discovers it is significantly deeper than this. The culmination of the episode being that Ehrlich’s only emotional outlet is his poetry, and it is through a poem that the friendship is mended – both live on a telephone call, as well as in recorded performance as broadcast within the podcast.

For Kyger to have embraced early home video production and television broadcast as mediums for further poetic adventure, I think that if she were still alive and producing we would find her similarly embracing technologies such as online video, podcasting, and who knows what else. The Heavyweight example is likely a bit too on-the-nose though and I’d like to return to the poem I’m focused on itself, the one that brought this line of thought to life.

In “Seventy-Seven…” Kyger shows how something as basic as a list can be transformed into its own form of storytelling, the shape of an honorarium. I imagine her reading it out for Arthur Okamura before a dinner crowd or perhaps ahead of singing a drunken version of the Happy Birthday song. I find the use of two closely related adjectives: “beautiful” and “adorable” serve to shape the praise and highlight dissimilarities. For example, how lines 18 – 21 refer to the “disgustingly un-adorable” until broken by the “refreshingly beautiful” of lines 22 – 26 with both terms being reunited in line 27 the “Beautiful and adorable things that you never paint are unicorns and cherry blossoms”.

The repetition of the word “and”, particularly as the launching off point for so many of the list-item-stanza’s feels very spoken-word to me as well. Reading the poem feels like someone rushing to get in every last bit of emotion they feel for the subject. The reader learns so much about the energy of Okamura, and that energy transfers to the reader not only on an intellectual level, but very much in an auditory way.

Finally, lines 74 – 77 provide such power that I feel as if I am at this party – that I desperately want to be there:

  1. and terrific use of color
  2. to transform air [what?! That’s magic right there! APM]
  3. into this birthday celebration
  4. for without You we would have nothing to have a beautiful and adorable

party about

Kyger’s interview with Dale Smith & Michael Price for Jacket begins with a comment from Smith: “Your poetry is very much in your mouth. You hear the voice thinking and exploring, revealing…” which is exactly the experience I find myself having here.

Responding to the statement, Kyger says that: “It’s a physical voice, yes. I think that’s the best you can do sometimes, trying to “score” it as closely as you can on the page. … to get the little subtleties of breath and tone, or change of tone or character emphasis.”

This in a nutshell is the genius of Kyger and the thing I believe I am learning as the direct connection to our previous poet studies on Olson and Niedecker. Breath and tone … breath and tone.

Joanne Kyger Paired Readings Micro Essay

My selection for this week’s paired reading is Joanne Kyger’s poems “The Art of Living Slowly” and “Summer Sorting”; which appear back to back within her collection On Time. While I have noticed the connection of Kyger’s work to Niedecker and Olson (among many others), I think what is interesting is how often her poems stray from the more strict adherence to the latter two poets Objectivist mandate. In fact, when I was reading some of the more current (as in G.W. Bush era) affair oriented pieces I saw very little connection back to the readings we’d done so far. All of this is to say, that I’ve really enjoyed all of our readings, and the selection of paired poems for this essay were decided by how they reminded me of Niedecker – while still being very much in their own voice (that of Kyger).

“The Art of Living Slowly” is an interesting title to me given the background Kyger has with Buddhism and Zen studies. In the title the set up seems to be that this will be a meditative piece about balance and, well, living slowly – such as with intention. Instead of a subtle poem that eases the reader into such a meditation – slowly – this piece throws the reader into a rather vain and extremely public drama.

  • How I wish I had had
  • my hair cut before being photographed
  • at the local Figure Drawing Show

  • on the front page of the Local Costal News

The juxtaposition of the title to this opening created a sense of anger or perhaps betrayal in me; but, that also became the energy for moving me into the next half of the poem wherein the title rings more explicitly true. Hung on the word, idea of “air”, the reader takes a breath and then realizes that the poet is not so interested in this minutia and is in fact somewhat offended by the idea that they have been put out there, for the public to see. Instead the true interest is in the age of things. “How old is air” the poet asks. The resulting answer brings circles back upon the opening. Instead of looking at the vanity of the individual, Kyger now looks at the vanity of nations – of human existence itself – “holding the sorrowful remnants of little nations” … “whose names we don’t even know anymore”. Ultimately the realization made by the poet is that:

15        the ground is always changing, always changing

From here we know that this was never about the individual (explicitly) nor the group/nations (explicitly) but about the broader meaning of what it is to live, and to be exposed, and to be private. In interviews within There You Are a recurring theme is change, likely due to how frequently Kyger moved in her youth, the struggles within her family, and then her constant shifting of place and in some cases partnership throughout her life.

“Summer Sorting” tackles the theme of living slowly through “simplicity” and continues the dichotomy of individual v nation:

5          One hears the nation needs “energy” “growth”

6               what about “repose”

7                                                   it takes about five minutes

8                                 for graciousness to set in

11            Assume the world’s wealth is in pebbles and leaves

12                              freely laying there

The pace of this poem is very similar in “The Art of Living Slowly”, beginning with the title which bears little resemblance to the first stanza, the set-up, which is instead about judgement and in particular, what is failure. In the previous poem we are treated to the idea of nations failing, being won over by other nations, and yet for all of it, even the names do not remain: “whose names we don’t even know anymore”. Within “Summer Sorting” these nations are seeking what is next without taking time to consider, what is now? The individual too, because once more we realize the trick being played is not tied to the size of the subject. Kyger almost threatens the reader into accepting the slow and the simple: “Unless, of course, you like overabundance” – which surely we do not.

“Summer Sorting” tackles the sorting of thought right out of the gate; which is in a way different from “The Art of Living Slowly” which is more sly about getting to the matter at hand.

  • It’s amazing how articulate you can be
  • Without any idea what you are saying

This reminded me of the first interview in There You Are, with Paul Watsky, where Kyger mentions how journaling is often full of negative thoughts, ideas and attitudes. “[H]ow articulate you can be” when your mind is free to sort through the day or week or year in a journal, and hash out what impacted you in a memorable way – usually meaning negatively. As the cliché goes, you don’t learn anything by winning, you learn through failure.

Ultimately in the end, both poems shift back to the earth and no longer are the individual or the nation-state of any importance at all. Kyger elegantly ties these constructs off by reminding the reader of the history of dirt, and how unimportant our personal realities are in comparison.