Friday, January 29, 2016
"I know none of these by name"
Read the rest here, and listen to Jamaal read it himself here. This poem pleases me because of the tension between the everyday register and the imprecise words on the way to a very deliberate and precise capturing of everything the speaker claims not to know. (In fact I'm adding this to my collection of "no poems," poems which create their meaning by denying it.) Wouldn't the title and its stem, "I have this, and this isn't..." be a very interesting poetry prompt for kids?
I also like the feeling of effort in this poem, repeated effort, which must be reminding me of the repeated efforts we are having to make to keep driveway and sidewalks clear,* and "return as sprout" must be about the poor green tips of a daffodil, which in December thought it must be spring and time to spear up, but which now finds itself smack in the middle of the best path we could forge from the front porch to the sidewalk and is now trampled and muddied but still green.
Catherine is hosting today at Reading to the Core, with Irene Latham's new book in the spotlight--isn't it nice that you can just click to get there instead of digging your way through feet of snow? Let us be grateful for all that is!
*This morning at 4:15 I stood at the window and watched a noisy little Bobcat bulldozer work its way up our street, hoisting scoops of chunky, icy, frozen snow from the edges of the street and dumping it onto the finally clear, dry sidewalk. Oof. More shoveling, with a side of boulder-tossing.