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Poetry on the Potomac ^ | January 11, 2013 | Suzanne Fields

Posted on 01/11/2013 6:12:25 AM PST by Kaslin

A poet laureate comes to Washington. Yawn. In the world capital of the sound and fury that often signifies not very much, the disciplined sentiments of a poet sound as alien as a tax cut for millionaires. We live in a city of argument, one-upsmanship, and winners and losers playing a power game where rhetoric rules without eloquence.

Pragmatism trumps poetry every time. We have no majesty, none of the grace notes of language and no call for a poet to memorialize events, celebratory or tragic.

But wait. Natasha Trethewey, the newest poet laureate, wants to change that. By moving to Washington this month from Atlanta, where she has been an English professor at Emory University, she hopes to start a conversation about poetry and how it enriches the lives even of the political class.

"Poetry is more diplomatic than we ever are in our everyday lives," she told an interviewer when she was first appointed. "It's the most humane repository of our feelings and thoughts, our most humane and dignified thoughts."

Well, we could use a little dignity and a little empathy. Almost everybody in Washington is angry, selfish and cursed with an ego the size of a Buick. The old Congress is out. The new one has already been here a week, and it hasn't changed a thing.

Shelley described poets as "unacknowledged legislators of the world," but our legislators, acknowledged or otherwise, are no poets. Nor does the president lead. Barack Obama nominates Chuck Hagel for secretary of defense in the "bipartisan tradition," although he's widely regarded by Republicans as a renegade. But that'll show us.

Can poetry help us with healing, or is that hopelessly naive? Trethewey knows a little about what it takes to get over a horrific wound. Her stepfather shot and killed her mother when she was 19 years old. She was born in Gulfport, Miss., of mixed-race parents. Her father was white, and her mother was black. They divorced when she was 6, and when she walked down the street with her mother in Atlanta, strangers thought she was with her maid. She grapples with the "oppositions" in her life.

Our leaders and politicians ought to learn to deal with the oppositions in their lives, too. But the battles in Washington look too ominous for poetic expression without a poet like T.S. Eliot and his hollow men.

"The truth of poetry is not the truth of history," said Philip Levine, our last poet laureate. Wordsworth thought poetry springs from "emotion recollected in tranquility," and there's little reflection and absolutely no tranquility in the nation's capital. A little attention to language could help.

In an essay on why poetry matters, former poet laureate Dana Goia wrote in the Atlantic magazine how the art of using words makes a difference: "A society whose intellectual leaders lose the skill to shape, appreciate and understand the power of language will become the slaves of those who retain it -- be they politicians, preachers, copywriters or newscasters." It was said of Winston Churchill, the rare politician who mastered words, that he marshaled the English language and sent it to war.

We suffer from the shorthand of the inarticulate, whether twittering or texting. Technology shapes bad habits. Debating styles on television, on the Internet and in Congress suffer, as well. There's too much preaching (and preening) to ideological choirs, and the singing is nearly always off key. Anyone listening to the rhetoric of the late campaign or trying now to understand the "fiscal cliff" knows how clean, honest language working toward clarity was sacrificed to bluster and bombast.

Perhaps the most underrated of those speaking up during the past weeks was John Boehner, who had an impossible task of keeping feuding children from tearing apart any agreement.

Although it's hard to find fluency of expression on Capitol Hill, the speaker of the house managed to give a moving speech after he was re-elected with 12 Republicans defecting. As a leader who looks uncomfortable in the spotlight and whose eyes customarily tear up (Churchill called his own frequent tears "the blub" and never apologized for them), he showed uncommon composure when he addressed his majority with forceful prose that combined responsibility with admonition in parallel sentences. Not easy to do in a brawling atmosphere of self-righteous pugilism.

"So if you have come here to see your name in lights to pass off political victory as accomplishment, you have come to the wrong place," he said. "If you have come here humbled by the opportunity to serve; if you have come here to be the determined voice of the people; if you have come here to carry the standard of leadership demanded not just by our constituents but by the times, then you have come to the right place."

He may or may not be right about coming to the right place, but he was clear in stating what's ahead for them. To paraphrase another famous poet laureate, there are promises to keep and miles to go before we sleep.

TOPICS: Culture/Society; Editorial
KEYWORDS: johnboehner; poetry; politics; washingtondc

1 posted on 01/11/2013 6:12:30 AM PST by Kaslin
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To: Kaslin


It is better to leave the page blank
Than to print the crap you print.

blueunicorn6, MFA

2 posted on 01/11/2013 6:23:17 AM PST by blueunicorn6 ("A crack shot and a good dancer")
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To: Kaslin; Lazamataz
I love poetry.
Poetry is good.
Free Republic Poetry.

Having thrown together that Haiku, let's see what Natasha has. Probably not much.

3 posted on 01/11/2013 6:44:31 AM PST by real saxophonist (I show my friends my 1911. I show my enemies my Glock.)
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To: real saxophonist

Of course I messed that up. Free Republic Poetry should be second line, not third.

4 posted on 01/11/2013 6:48:21 AM PST by real saxophonist (I show my friends my 1911. I show my enemies my Glock.)
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To: real saxophonist


5 posted on 01/11/2013 6:51:04 AM PST by real saxophonist (I show my friends my 1911. I show my enemies my Glock.)
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To: Kaslin

Ah, poetry. Once there were giants, but then Kipling and Service died, and the navel-gazing twits took over. Have there been any worth reading since?

6 posted on 01/11/2013 7:09:45 AM PST by sphinx
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To: sphinx; Kaslin
"Ah, poetry. Once there were giants, but then Kipling and Service died, and the navel-gazing twits took over. Have there been any worth reading since?"


The Winter is the time to think,
To take a break and have a drink,
The stumbles that the darkness cause,
Invoke a threat, "We'll make some laws!"

But laws have smothered us of late,
To shred a few, that would be great!
Instead they pummel like a storm,
Without the hope of coming warm.

If troubles were a season thing,
And warmer weather could then bring,
The absence of the cold regard,
That strangers give in staring hard,

And neighbors then would help to sow,
The crops we'd share in Autumn's flow,
Then darkness would give way to light,
And emptiness to appetite,

For friendships nurtured in a glow,
Of sunset, but until that's so,
I'll hoist a warming mug again,
With friends invited to my den.

NicknamedBob . . . . January 1, 2013

7 posted on 01/11/2013 6:49:29 PM PST by NicknamedBob (When you've forgotten your drink, you've had enough! ... Unless it's coffee -- then you need more!!)
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