We followed a path blazed by Henry James, who in 1865 wrote a damning review of Walt Whitman’s “Drum Taps,” calling the great poem “arrant prose.” Mistaken, yes, but it was James’s view at the time. And it was never retracted....You can read the poem and The Nation's apology here. Give The Nation some credit: It left the poem up. It just has this heavy-handed "Editor's note" introducing it. I'll reprint the whole thing:
Last month, the magazine published a poem by Anders Carlson-Wee. The poet is white. His poem, “How-To,” draws on black vernacular.
Following a vicious backlash against the poem on social media, the poetry editors, Stephanie Burt and Carmen Giménez Smith, apologized for publishing it in the first place: “We made a serious mistake by choosing to publish the poem ‘How-To.’ We are sorry for the pain we have caused to the many communities affected by this poem,” they wrote in an apology longer than the actual poem. The poet apologized, too, saying, “I am sorry for the pain I caused.”...
As Katha Pollitt, a columnist for The Nation, put it, the magazine’s apology for Mr. Carlson-Wee’s work was “craven” and “looks like a letter from re-education camp.”...
It would not be proper for me to comment on the aesthetic merits of Mr. Carlson-Wee’s piece. That’s the job of the magazine’s current poetry editors. But going forward, I’d recommend they follow Henry James’s example. Just as he never apologized for his negative review of Whitman, they had zero reason to regret their decision.
Editor’s note: On July 24, 2018, The Nation and its poetry editors, Stephanie Burt and Carmen Giménez Smith, made this statement about the poem below, which contains disparaging and ableist language that has given offense and caused harm to members of several communities:Now, you might want to read the poem too. I've read it twice, so... not enough. Not enough to have a solid opinion, but let me try. The voice is that of a black person, talking to other black people, explaining how to to collect money from the white people who pass by. The poem is called "How-To." The key insight is that you get money by causing white people to think about who they are and to be motivated to give you money because they were made to think that the person who gives you money is the person they want to be. So you succeed if you essentially cease to be and transform yourself into the image of whatever it is that jogs them into feeling they need to be the person who helps you. That key insight follows a how-to list of ways to be that inauthentic person who gets white people to give you money.
As poetry editors, we hold ourselves responsible for the ways in which the work we select is received. We made a serious mistake by choosing to publish the poem “How-To.” We are sorry for the pain we have caused to the many communities affected by this poem. We recognize that we must now earn your trust back. Some of our readers have asked what we were thinking. When we read the poem we took it as a profane, over-the-top attack on the ways in which members of many groups are asked, or required, to perform the work of marginalization. We can no longer read the poem in that way.
We are currently revising our process for solicited and unsolicited submissions. But more importantly, we are listening, and we are working. We are grateful for the insightful critiques we have heard, but we know that the onus of change is on us, and we take that responsibility seriously. In the end, this decision means that we need to step back and look at not only our editing process, but at ourselves as editors.
Is the main problem that the white poet had the nerve to appropriate a black voice or is it that he portrayed black people as pathetic and conniving? Or is it that he portrayed white people helping black people as a matter of white narcissism?
"Some of our readers have asked what we were thinking," the editor's note says. It doesn't say "Some of our readers who are persons of color have asked..." I'm thinking the "some of our readers" who asked are like some of their readers generally: white people. As the black voice in the poem says: "It’s about who they believe/they is. You hardly even there."
"In the end, this decision means that we need to step back and look at not only our editing process, but at ourselves as editors." See? That reinforces the poet's insight. It's about "ourselves as editors" — It’s about who they believe/they is.
Grace Shulman, in her NYT op-ed, is also looking at the editors looking at themselves as editors. She's offering the idea that who they are is: The people who never retract a poem or a criticism of a poem, the people who let Henry James write that Walt Whitman was writing "arrant prose" and not poetry at all.
It's all a debate about who we white people are.
I write all that provisionally, aware that I have not looked up all the names of the various editors to see if everyone or mostly everyone is white.
Just one more thing. I have to laugh at "We are sorry for the pain we have caused to the many communities affected by this poem." Not because I laugh at pain. It's just so absurd to think that "many communities" are reading a poem! The Nation has a circulation of about 100,000. I don't know the demographics, but I'm just going to guess it's white people. And I bet only a tiny proportion of those who flip through the magazine stop and read the poem. I think poems in the magazines that have poems are mostly there to be noticed on the level of there's a poem... I'm reading a magazine that has a poem... what a high-quality person I seem to be....
८५ टिप्पण्या:
Shut up and scribble, they said.
That reinforces the poet's insight
I'll bet no one else noticed.
I'll forgive a lot from someone named Anders Carlson-Wee, because I'm a nice guy.
Is he The Other Said said stuff about?
"We are sorry for the pain we have caused to the many communities affected by this poem."
It's like we are ruled by an elite suffering from Borderline Personality Disorder. Everything is victim this, victim, excessive anger and overly sensitive to criticism.
I have to laugh at "We are sorry for the pain we have caused to the many communities affected by this poem." Not because I laugh at pain.
Where "pain" is defined by an absurdly delicate sense of what is offensive.
I laugh at their pretended pain.
"language that has given offense and caused harm"
Could someone please explain to me how a poem can cause harm? I realize I'm old enough to have grown up to "sticks and stones" type defense, but seriously, I can ALMOST understand the offense, but actual harm?
If you’re crippled don’t
flaunt it.
The don't don't fit.
It's surprising they would know so little about their readers.
For comparison, here is a poem by Alexander Pope.
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Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest, who can unconcernedly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease,
Together mixed; sweet recreation;
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
Watching the left crawl up its own ass is endlessly entertaining.
Some cross-post low discourse from 2010:
Enduring the LeBron James Poetry Contest
This past week, the Miami Herald and Miami radio station WRLN sponsored a poetry contest to commemorate James’ arrival. The winner will receive tickets to a Miami Heat game and will have the chance to read their poem at a Miami poetry festival and on the air.
Mike Moffitt of the SFGate pointed out that, historically, cities “have paid tribute to their heroes after they do something heroic.” But Miami won’t let that stand in the way of their excitement.
Organizers seem to be taking the contest quite seriously. The rules, at least, are amusingly detailed:
The poem can utilize any poetic form (haiku, rhyming couplets, limerick, free verse, etc.) but it cannot exceed six lines (LeBron’s jersey is #6).
That last rule also spares the judges from having to read Lebron James-themed poems longer than six lines.
Not surprisingly, when spurned Clevelanders got wind of the contest, they flooded the web with their own entries. Here are a few from the Cleveland fans (who weren’t so kind). From the poignant and straightforward:
Lebron has no ring
Yet he calls himself the king
To the rhythmically challenged:
No one in Cleveland likes you anymore.
They think you’re empty at the core.
The city looked to you for rescues,
But you lost all your values,
Now you’re filthy rich, but dirt poor.
To my personal favorite (it’s mean but it’s so funny):
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I Hope You Sustain a Career Ending Injury
Would the poem have been OK if the poet were black? And would he have to be black and from the inner city, or would it be a problem if he were solidly middle-class suburban black? What if he was black but from England and went to Oxford? Truly, who needs to know about the poet. The poem should stand on its own regardless of who wrote it.
No matter who you are, you should NEVER apologize. It only encourages them.
Following a vicious backlash against the poem on social media
Yet I couldn't get to any on their own site. The only visible backlash was against the apology.
Is Wordsworth's "dry remnant of a garden flower" horticultural appropriation?
The Sonora Review website has posted an interview with Anders Carson-Wee. The post includes photographs of him, showing that he is White.
https://sonorareview.com/an-interview-with-anders-carlson-wee/
The post ends with the following poem that he wrote.
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Dynamite
My brother hits me hard with a stick
so I whip a choke-chain
across his face. We’re playing
a game called Dynamite
where everything you throw
is a stick of dynamite,
unless it’s pine. Pine sticks
are rifles and pinecones are grenades,
but everything else is dynamite.
I run down the driveway
and back behind the garage
where we keep the leopard frogs
in buckets of water
with logs and rock islands.
When he comes around the corner
the blood is pouring
out of his nose and down his neck
and he has a hammer in his hand.
I pick up his favorite frog
and say If you come any closer
I’ll squeeze. He tells me I won’t.
He starts coming closer.
I say a hammer isn’t dynamite.
He reminds me that everything is dynamite.
Instead, a glare and a hearty "fuck off!" solves most problems.
Bullies sense weakness. Show that you are strong, and not to be fucked with, and they'll go away and bother someone else.
I had a proffessor in college who wrote for the Nation back in the 50’s. I believe he coverered the murder of Emmitt Till.
I don’t know if he wrote it for the Nation, but he also wrote a very negative review of Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road.” Jack even confronted him about it in the flesh. They both dated a couple of the same women, but I don’t know if or how this factored into their annimosity. By the time my prof was teaching this class he had a better respect for Kerouac, but you could tell it still wasn’t really his thing.
Out: "Write what you know."
In: "Write what you know, or else."
For Christ's sake.
The Nation is a Stalinist propaganda rag.
What else needs to be said about these creeps?
It’s ridiculous to waste so much energy on this. Sticks and stones
We are sorry for the an unpleasant sensory and emotional experience associated with actual or potential tissue damage, described in terms of such damage, that we have caused to the many tribes affected by poetry in general.
a vicious backlash against the poem on social media
Now they have a vicious frontlash on social media. Because communities.
It's just so absurd to think that "many communities" are reading a poem!
That was my thought too. Nobody was caused pain. Nobody. A handful of people were upset. "Many communities" weren't anything because there aren't many communities. There are liberal white people.
That reinforces the poet's insight. It's about "ourselves as editors"
Nice catch--even the poet missed it.
"And I bet only a tiny proportion of those who flip through the magazine stop and read the poem."
Althouse! And you, a law professor! This is a disgustingly ableist statement. There are people who can't "flip through" a magazine, or read printed words. As someone with eyesight and both arms, you should check your privilege.
I like "How-To". And I like "Dynamite" -- thanks for posting.
It's the poet's apology that is the worst. This is good work with layers of meaning. These complainers and apologists are acting out his poem. That's hilarious and amazing, and he should feel proud. But I guess if you want to get published these days, and poets always have it rough, you've got to kiss the ring.
"That key insight follows a how-to list of ways to be that inauthentic person who gets white people to give you money.
Is the main problem that the white poet had the nerve to appropriate a black voice or is it that he portrayed black people as pathetic and conniving? Or is it that he portrayed white people helping black people as a matter of white narcissism?"
Or is the main problem that he inadvertently exposed the logic of the race hustle of most black leaders, shaking down whites by playing on white guilt?
"It’s about who they believe/they is." True. Progs need to signal virtue. Until they have enough power to make you who they believe you need to be. It's about who they believe they can dominate.
On White-Bashing.
To state the obvious, Jeong is hardly alone in colorfully expressing anti-white sentiment, and it is this broader phenomenon I find most interesting. Honestly, I’ve been around this sort of talk, most of it at least half-joking, for most of my life. (Years ago, I even affectionately parodied it.) The people I’ve heard archly denounce whites have for the most part been upwardly-mobile people who’ve proven pretty adept at navigating elite, predominantly white spaces. A lot of them have been whites who pride themselves on their diverse social circles and their enlightened views, and who indulge in their own half-ironic white-bashing to underscore that it is their achieved identity as intelligent, worldly people that counts most, not their ascribed identity as being of recognizably European descent.
It's the fashion, Jake. Forget it.
I read it exactly once, and it's good. It's about the sympathy entertainment sympathizers enjoy.
The money is the sympathy.
A go fund me page for the poet would be good.
The Nation's editors would be alarmed to learn the poem is about the Nation's editors.
There’s some black vernacular in Infinite Jest. Look at the movie Barton Fink, when the white actor playing William Faulkner sings “Old Black Joe” written by a white Stephen Foster. Maybe the Nation is still just feeling around for the proper permission structure to publish any poetry that might make the squads of political officers roaming about Twitter uncomfortable. As it is they are just driving more and more people to Samizdat media like Althouse, making their appeal more selective.
I think that most of Twitter can be summed up with “Ooh oooh! Mr Kotter! I know that one!” and then point out whatever heresy they see,
Out: "Write what you know."
In: "Write what you know, or else."
Write what we think you should know.
I think it's kind of disturbing that people think speech patterns of a homeless beggar are 'black vernacular'.
I read The New Yorker. Every so often I give one of their poems a shot. Most often they're just perplexing and leave me feeling vaguely annoyed at my inability to comprehend their meaning. This poem is comprehensible and has a few phrases that connect with impact. That was his mistake. Once you write a poem people can unsterstand, there's no telling the mischief it can cause......Peter DeVries said that the problem with people who claim that they like poets like Tennyson and Browning is that they never actually read poems by poets like Tennyson and Browning. Peter DeVries was, at one time, the cartoon editor of The New Yorker. I read all the cartoons.
"It’s about who they believe
they is. You hardly even there."
This raises lots of questions, well outside the context of race, which speaks well of the poem.
As other have noted, the editors are acting out the poem's main point.
Progs are entirely unselfaware.
The further question is, why? Sheer stupidity? No, they are not generally stupid. Willful lying? Perhaps, but they do fake sincerity pretty well. A hardened sense of righteousness, of being on the right side, of being right because of who they are? More like it. But then you still need to account for the blithe expression of that arrogance. Which is only possible because they feel the culture is theirs: they have nothing to worry about, and only ignorable deplorables would question them. They are the Anointed, to appropriate a black voice, one who doesn't mind being appropriated.
rhhardin said...A go fund me page for the poet would be good.
He's a federally funded poet and the federal gummint should apologize for the NEA.
Mise en scène: A barbershop in the Baltimore ghetto.
Barber: "Did you see that poem in The Nation? It was so painful."
Customer: "Yes, It hurt so bad I cried myself to sleep."
Barber: "They really should apologize for all the hurt it caused the Community."
Customer: "Yes, I really expected more sensitivity from The Nation. You wouldn't find anything so hurtful in the New Republic."
Remember those poor Soviet sailors who had to suffer the presence of a political officer on their submarine, always watching them to make sure that they never expressed an incorrect thought? You know they lost with those tactics, right?
I'm fascinated by the glib way in which they conflate "giving offense" with "causing harm". How preposterous.
I believe some of the criticism of the poem asserts that it is ableist, because it uses the word “crippled “.
I didn’t read it as though the narrator was talking about how to deal with white marks only, but with anyone who might pay.
Michale K quotes Salam:
"I’ve been around this sort of talk, most of it at least half-joking, for most of my life. (Years ago, I even affectionately parodied it.) The people I’ve heard archly denounce whites have for the most part been upwardly-mobile people who’ve proven pretty adept at navigating elite, predominantly white spaces. A lot of them have been whites who pride themselves on their diverse social circles and their enlightened views, and who indulge in their own half-ironic white-bashing to underscore that it is their achieved identity as intelligent, worldly people that counts most"
I guess the "half" makes it OK. I am sure if I half-ironically half-wokely dismiss Jeong as an entirely foulmouthed prog nitwit, he'll understand.
They say the real money in porn isn't from the actual filming of porn, but rather from the escort work and strip club appearances that it enables.. Thus so with poetry. The real money from poetry isn't from the poetry but rather from the teaching gigs. I wonder if this contretemps will make the poet more or less employable. His apology was too abject. You'd think a poet could write one with more subtlety and irony but maybe he was thinking of future employment prospects.
“Watching the left crawl up its own ass is endlessly entertaining.”
Well, it would be except neither the magazine nor the poet are even remotely sorry. It’s no different than any other editing error, with, in their eyes, all the grievous impact of a misplaced comma. In this at least, Sarah Jeong is right. The words of POCs cannot hurt smug White folks. It’s like the shrieking of toddlers. Annoying and unpleasant. It might ruin your dinner but it’s hardly an existential threat. The editor of The Nation cares no more than the editor of Stormfront. I’m guessing they have a similar number of Black subscribers.
The key insight is that you get money by causing white people to think about who they are and to be motivated to give you money because they were made to think that the person who gives you money is the person they want to be.
His real crime was hitting his target amidships. As has been noted, all of the caterwauling proves his point. He made readers think for a moment that they might not be the perfect paragons of the most highly evolved behavior that they want to think of themselves as.
The poem, BTW, paints the apparently black narrator of the poem as wise in the ways of the human soul, not “conniving.” But I am not sure where I got black from, or where I got the idea that the passers by had to be white. Maybe that’s the racism, that of the readers. But the small number of comments that were there, you have to subscribe to comment, were pained that the Nation had apologized.
Swift's "Modest Proposal": maybe starts with: hate the brutal British, who are somehow using modern science for bad ends; feel sorry for the Irish. Quickly goes to the reader: you probably congratulate yourself for your very selective ability to feel sorry for people--and sometimes for animals more than people. Takes a shot at the Irish themselves: don't bother trying to get them to quit cheating each other, or do a hard day's work for a day's pay. In other words, drastic action really is needed, partly because of the failure of the Irish to improve themselves. The projector who wants to try cannabilism as public policy is doing what ordinary decent people might do if they had a government position and gave all this some thought. The starving Irish hardly even exist.
Sydney said: "The poem should stand on its own regardless of who wrote it."
An important aspect of being offended is identifying the author as member of a unprotected demographic group. That allows the indignant "how dare you?" which underlies the pretended injury.
Heaven forbid that poetry cause pain.
P.G.Wodehouse The alarming spread of poetry
Seems like phart to me. Apologies for not crediting the commenter who first introduced the word here.
They say "disparaging and ableist language that has given offense and caused harm to members of several communities"
Maybe it's my white privelege but I've read it a couple times and don't see what is so offensive. And if it is "offensive" isn't that the point of art? to shock and offend, to afflict the comfortable?
And even if it is offensive, how does it "harm" anyone? Seems like a weird use of the word harm.
And why is this even a poem? Remove the line breaks and it reads well as prose.
If you got hiv, say aids. If you a girl,say you’re pregnant––nobody gonna lower themselves to listen for the kick. People passing fast. Splay your legs, cock a knee
funny. It’s the littlest shames they’re likely to comprehend.
Don’t say homeless, they know you is. What they don’t know is what opens a wallet, what stops em from counting what they drop.
If you’re young say younger. Old say older. If you’re crippled don’t
flaunt it. Let em think they’re good enough Christians to notice. Don’t say you pray,
say you sin. It’s about who they believe they is. You hardly even there.
John Henry
For those who prefer poetry to prose, let me reformat my comment:
Seems like phart to me. Apologies
for not crediting the commenter who first introduced the word here.
They say
"disparaging and ableist language
that has given offense and caused
harm to members of several communities"
Maybe it's my white privelege
but I've read it a couple times
and don't see what is so offensive. And
if it is "offensive" isn't
that the point of art? to shock
and offend, to afflict the comfortable?
And even if it is
offensive,
how does it
"harm"
anyone? Seems like a weird use of the word harm.
And why is this even a poem?
Remove the line breaks and it reads well as
prose.
John Henry
The Education of Little Tree started all of this.
The book was a modest success at its publication, attracting readers with its message of environmentalism and simple living and its mystical Native American theme. It became a bigger popular success when the University of New Mexico Press reissued it in paperback, and saw another resurgence in interest in 1991, entering the New York Times Best Seller list and receiving the first ever American Booksellers Association Book of the Year (ABBY) award. It also became the subject of controversy the same year when historian Dan T. Carter definitively demonstrated that Forrest Carter was Asa Earl Carter,[3] spurring several additional investigations into his biography. It was revealed that he had been a Ku Klux Klan member and segregationist political figure in Alabama who wrote speeches for George Wallace. Family members of Carter’s claim that he indeed did have Cherokee ancestry on his maternal grandparents side. <<-- LOL . - Wikipedia
I like the way Wikipedia starts the article saying that the novel was “was quickly proven to be a literary hoax,” in the first paragraph, and then in the second paragraph, quoted above, the claime is demolished, as the book wasn’t uncovered as a hoax for two decades. But the problem is that the story makes the literary “intelligentsia” look pretty foolish, so history had to be re-written, or re-narrated, I guess, but facts are stubborn things.
Don't let them find out about A Confederacy of Dunces.
The smarty-pants Irish kid from New Orleans writing in black voices would make their heads explode.
"And if it is "offensive" isn't that the point of art? to shock and offend, to afflict the comfortable?"
It is, according to the elite theory of art, and comedy. What they don't add, since they don't have to, being elite, is that art should only shock the right people in the right way.
I don't feel no ways tired of the left destroying itself with it's own ever-changing standards.
It's good advice for beggars. You can be subtle, but you gotta be obvious about it.
"I write all that provisionally, aware that I have not looked up all the names of the various editors to see if everyone or mostly everyone is white."
It doesn't matter what shade of human a person's skin is anymore. The war being fought is not about race, sex.. it's about power and money. The dividing line is between those that seek to control others and those who do not. That's the kind of war that manufactures people who hate their own race and who feel good about their own declarations of such as decadent, culturally depraved virtue signaling.
There's a poem called Wokeness for Dummies
That's banned by the woke
Ban Ban Caliban
It’s about who they believe they are. You're hardly even there, the poem says
that is banned by the woke.
"The sun still proud, the shadow still disdained"
And this absurdity
has\Now
been pointed out.
The poem and the ban and the pointing out are one art object.
Falalala lala la
A marketing scheme. And an effective one. More ink spilled on this matter than the Nation receives in an entire year of publication. Brilliantly capitalistic!
The real offense, as far as I can see, is that the poem is a cutting critique of white liberal guilt illustrated by professional beggar tactics.
At least it wasn't about fig-eating apes shitting in a cave.
I think the apology was entirely appropriate. Not for the inept appropriation of "black voice", but for maudlin sentimentality. Another poem that came to mind on reading was "Ode to Stephen Dowling Bots, Dec.d".
Imagine the rigors of being poetry editor of The Nation for thirty-five years--being on the lookout for veiled Trotskyite wrongthink in the poetry submissions; having to climb to the relocated offices in High Dudgeon during the Reagan Administration; dealing with the onslaught of unsolicited limericks during the Lewinsky scandal, each with a new rhyme for "blowjob." Grace Schulman, you deserved every nickel of the low four figures they paid you.
If giving money is helping the homeless or someone in need and you're considering giving money to someone in the street, your tax advisor recommends donating money to a charitable organization where the donation is tax deductible. This helps to maximize your giving power. Make sure they are recognized by the IRS as a charitable organization- 501(c)(3)...
I always ask the guys in the street asking for money if they're a recognized 501(c)(3) organization.
They should apologize for this reeking abortion of a "poem", and for everything else they ever published. Then they should all kill themselves.
"I think poems in the magazines that have poems are mostly there to be noticed on the level of there's a poem... I'm reading a magazine that has a poem... what a high-quality person I seem to be...."
Funny and the jab is spot-on. The Nation's version of a re-education camp would be a great vehicle for a send-up a la Tom Wolfe's take on Lenny's party for the Black Panthers.
Everything old becomes new again--in this time and case, Bukharin's letter to Stalin, pleading for his life in 1938.
http://www.historyinanhour.com/2013/03/15/nikolai-bukharin-letter-to-stalin/
At least Bukharin faced death, which may justify such a letter. Today, they face a temporary bump in their careers. What a pathetic bunch of people on both sides of all these Twitter mobs and mea culpas when there is no culpa for which to take responsibility.
I wonder about the identity of the people who first complained about the poem? Were they just proxies for the people who might have been insulted?
In other words, isn't likely the readership of The Nation is 99.9% white?
Here’s the poet and his brother, also a poet (https://www.sandiegoreader.com/news/2016/dec/07/poetry-train-you-are-riding-will-only-go-forward/):
https://vimeo.com/124288641
FYI
JOB
"We are sorry for the pain we have caused to the many communities affected by this poem."
Rather than read the poem, I suggest everyone read this line over and over and over and think about how tragically stupid it is.
Sorry, I still haven't forgotten who Katha Pollitt really is. This is her 9/11 column:
"My daughter, who goes to Stuyvesant High School only blocks from the World Trade Center, thinks we should fly an American flag out our window. Definitely not, I say: The flag stands for jingoism and vengeance and war."
Maybe they should publish this instead:
Blogger Unknown said...
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OBAT BIUS CHLOROPHYLL DI BOGOR
OBAT LIQUID SEX DI BOGOR
OBAT BIUS TRIVAM DI BOGOR
OBAT SLEEPING BEAUTY DI BOGOR
CHLOROFORM DI TANGERANG
CHLOROPHYLL DI TANGERANG
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TRIVAM DI TANGERANG
SLEEPING BEAUTY DI TANGERANG
The poem isn’t about beggars at all, it's about those begged. It's unflattering and insightful. I liked it. I like Dynamite too. A bit like Edward Arlington Robinson. Unfashionably lucid.
I'm glad you shared this. I had seen it earlier, but figured no one would notice because of how few people read poetry. I know I will certainly never be published but still attempt to follow the scene, even if it drives me crazy.
Could someone please explain to me how a poem can cause harm? I realize I'm old enough to have grown up to "sticks and stones" type defense, but seriously, I can ALMOST understand the offense, but actual harm?
There is a reason they're called snowflakes.
also, isn't it limiting of us to assume someone using a street vernacular is a black person? Anyone can use that particular dialect. Also, whatever happened to not assuming the speaker of the poem is the author? That is what I was taught. Identity politics is so limiting.
I also really liked the poem- the target is skewered effectively.
This is how Joseph Conrad put the same sentiment in Lord Jim
”There were the rupees—absolutely ready in my pocket and very much at his service. Oh! a loan; a loan of course—and if an introduction to a man (in Rangoon) who could put some work in his way . . . Why! with the greatest pleasure. I had pen, ink, and paper in my room on the first floor And even while I was speaking I was impatient to begin the letter—day, month, year, 2.30 A.M. . . . for the sake of our old friendship I ask you to put some work in the way of Mr. James So-and-so, in whom, &c., &c. . . . I was even ready to write in that strain about him. If he had not enlisted my sympathies he had done better for himself—he had gone to the very fount and origin of that sentiment he had reached the secret sensibility of my egoism.”
Kay
I had a professor in college who... wrote a very negative review of Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road.” Jack even confronted him about it in the flesh. They both dated a couple of the same women, but I don’t know if or how this factored into their annimosity.
Decades before my uncle met her, my uncle's third wife once dated Kerouac. As Kerouac couldn't support her in the manner to which she had been accustomed, she dropped him.
"On the Road" did not impress me.
Unfortunately, it didn't start with "The Education of Little Tree." I have to look into my files, but there was a book of short stories about a Muslim girl that was highly praised, until it was discovered that the author was a nice English parson.
The ovens were subsequently fired up.
There've been other instances in which professional minorities took to the barricades because a person of the wrong race wrote feelingly and convincingly about people of the right color.
I'm surprised that no one has noticed a new book, "A Study in Honor," which features a black lesbian Watson and a black lesbian Holmes. Written by a nice white lady living in Manchester, Conn. She needs to get her book banned so it'll be a best-seller.
Here's an idea if you're a white poet or novelist.
I know you're "down for the struggle" and all your best friends are black.
But when you get that urge to use the black vernacular or call blacks "Uncle Tom" or use the word Nigger, (because everyone knows you're an honorary black person).
Stop. And don't do it.
How did we get from “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me.” to “We are sorry for the pain we have caused to the many communities affected by this poem.”?
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