I always prefer it when the relationship between politics and poetry is approached as a question. Mark Nowak’s June 6th post contains a couple of queries that in turn have generated a stimulating string of comments: “Does contemporary poetry have any desire to open a dialogue with my Denny’s waitress (or my former Wendy’s co-workers)?” and “What is the relationship between contemporary poetry and the working class, the working poor, and the under- and unemployed?” Am I alone in noting the hint of skepticism in Mark’s repetition of the word “contemporary”? As Mark and many of the responders to his post know, poetry has a long history of service to the disenfranchised—even if this history has yet to be fully written and doesn’t exist in conventional archival form.
At the same time, I wonder if the emphasis isn’t slightly off here. Having extensively wrestled with Mark’s question, I don’t so much think it’s poetry but poets who bear the responsibility for the dialogue he proposes. More specifically, institutions and organizations—not styles of poetry—are what create the context for this engagement. These institutions (a word I prefer because of the power dynamics it implies) may be informal or state-sanctioned (Kent Johnson’s responses mention the nation-wide poetry-writing project in Sandinista Nicaragua). I’m not sure how much poems are able to do this on their own, and poems that some people consider dialogic others find monologic and vice versa.
And then there’s the question of cultural politics. To rephrase the second of Mark’s questions: “What is the relationship between contemporary poetry and cultural under-representation?” I distrust any poet unwilling to use the word McDonald’s in her or his poetry, and yet I consider a number of Linh Dinh’s posts valuable political acts in working to translate between cultures (just as Mark has done for years with his journal Xcp: Cross-Cultural Poetics). From my point of view, this sort of cultural translation is more in keeping with poetry’s general capacities than a poetic version of Barbara Ehrenreich’s Nickel and Dimed—which has been criticized by some, maybe unfairly, as a form of class tourism (a danger raised in a few responses to Mark’s post).
This all reminds me of a comment Sylvère Lotringer makes during an interview with Antonio Negri in the May issue of Artforum: “The multitude is to Empire, then, what the social classes were to the Nation-States” (note the past tense here), which ties into my initial post regarding the difference between Paris in May ’68 and Seattle in late ’99. Don’t get me wrong: there is no Empire without strong Nation-States. What are the forms of disenfranchisement—including class—shared by the multitude(s)?
I’m obviously not trying to set up an either/or here. I admire Mark’s political activism and his labor-oriented poetry, and I’ve said so in print. They are much, much needed. But at the beginning of what looks to be a very fruitful discussion, I’d like to see the relationship between poetry and politics kept as expansive as possible.
For instance, I spot a progressive politics in Lucia’s seemingly apolitical June 8th post on the American Goldfinch. “And the writing of a poem is also the act of taking a stand against the sadness.” (Barack Obama’s rhetoric of hope and change rings a little in my ears here.) How many realms in life do people have left in which they aren’t told what to do? I’d like to think—naïvely, perhaps—that poetry might be one of them.





DOING MY PART FOR THE TOOL AND DIE INDUSTRY
Posted By: Aaron Fagan on June 9, 2008 at 3:40 pmOn the floor you wouldn’t have found us
Lost in discussion over math’s miracle
Beautifully locked in precision parts. No.
We put a living together on machines—
And feeling as nameless as our parts to a
Whole we’d never see did pass with time.
On the hour we measured to maintain
Micrometric tolerances opposite those
That, off in the corners of our particular
Hells, we kept as high as ourselves and
Hidden in the poisons we picked to get
Through the day. Off by the sander in
Tank-top and short-shorts, the boss’s
Model-hot daughter would saunter by—
Showing off the fine line of her ass for all;
And off the line, we traded fantasies,
Drugs, and ways to fuck with her at a bar
Where we cheated on everything the way
We did at the shop, where we saw Bill
With brain cancer fading in, dying out—
And I began to run his part one day: on
Lathe, punch-press, and broach I inhaled
Exhaust, kept true to a scale, in part,
And it doesn’t spare me to say this.
AARON FAGAN
Living Forge (Spring 2005)
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I think that the relationship between poetry and politics is one that should not be kept distant if the politics of the poet has a direct influence on their poems. If we keep poetry and politics separate, then we can not properly appreciate the poems of Amiri Baraka, Gloria Anzaldúa, Allen Ginsberg, Adrienne Rich, Patricia Smith, Juan Felipe Herrera, and Linh Dinh (to name a few).
Posted By: Oscar Bermeo on June 9, 2008 at 10:37 pmWith that said, if a poet has a body of work that is consistently devoid of political leanings, then I don’t see a need to discuss their voting habits or causes when discussing that body of work.
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Thanks for your comment, Oscar (and for your poem, Aaron). I would never propose keeping the relationship between politics and poetry “distant,” only loose—even for some of the more political poets you mention. And I put the reference to Obama in parentheses, because I agree with you that there’s a danger in imposing a politics on anyone’s work. Nevertheless, I believe that hope—contra the “sadness” Lucia Perillo mentions—can radiate the political.
Posted By: Alan Gilbert on June 10, 2008 at 8:37 pmReport this comment