Reading Poetry
It continues to be hard to concentrate.
I’ve been reading little but poetry and the news this past week. We are familiar with the lines by Auden, “poetry makes nothing happen.” But “it survives, / A way of happening, a mouth.”
Have you read the interview with Ilya Kaminsky? I would highly recommend it if not. From the interview:
"We Lived Happily During the War" is not a piece of journalism or philosophy, where one might go into facts or questions of ethics. In a poem, one hopes to create an experience in the reader: in this case, the hope of the poem is to help the reader see their own complicity.
The poem doesn't want to be a pronouncement. The poem is a warning. This is what happens when half-measures take place. "We lived happily during the war," the poem begins, and it ends with the same words. But by the time it gets to its final line, one hopes the reader might find the horrific irony in that fact of repetition. How many wars can we live through, happily?”
Poetry can hold nuance so well, it can hold irony, it can hold joy right beside horrifying loss. And isn’t this what our lives look like right now, those of us safe and privileged, witnessing from afar but also maybe dealing with our own private anguishes, illnesses, difficulties (or maybe just relatively minor discomforts)? Today I took a book off my shelf, by Julia Hartwig. (A case for owning poetry). In Praise of the Unfinished is the book, the poem I opened to is “Who Said.” It begins:
Who said that during the massacre of the innocents
flowers weren’t in full bloom
the air breathing intoxicating fragrances
and birds reaching the heights of melodious song
young lovers entwined in the embrace of love
But would it have been right for a chronicler at the time
to describe these and not the street flooded with blood…”
Does our watching the news and scrolling twitter change anything? Does reading poems change anything? Does witnessing in this way change anything? How is it possible that we can have one line of poetry about the massacre of innocents and the next about flowers? But of course we can.
What if we shared a few lines of poetry to take up space? What if we shared poetry every time we saw some disinformation?
Maybe poetry won’t change the world, but maybe it will continue to change us, to help us align our souls.
Reading poems of all sorts has been useful to me of late. Something to still the mind, something to ground me. I was searching for a previous post on this blog and narrowed down my tags to “poetry.” And there are a lot of posts, which you can sift through here if you want to take a poetry break.
March 3, 2022
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With thanks, Shawna
