{"id":122767,"date":"2018-03-15T13:00:03","date_gmt":"2018-03-15T17:00:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=122767"},"modified":"2018-03-22T11:37:08","modified_gmt":"2018-03-22T15:37:08","slug":"poetry-rx-queer-addiction-and-america-first-jingoism","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2018\/03\/15\/poetry-rx-queer-addiction-and-america-first-jingoism\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Rx: Queer Addiction and \u201cAmerica First\u201d Jingoism"},"content":{"rendered":"

In our column Poetry Rx<\/a>, readers\u00a0write in<\/a>\u00a0with a specific emotion, and our resident poets\u2014Sarah Kay, Kaveh Akbar, and Claire Schwartz\u2014take turns prescribing the perfect poems to match. This week, Kaveh Akbar is on the line.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Dear Poets,<\/em><\/p>\n

I am currently experiencing a strange period. My husband passed away last year, on the day before Thanksgiving. We held a small family memorial in November, a public memorial in February, and will inter his ashes at a small ceremony in April. I am dreading the end of these memorials because I have read that after the final ceremony, usually the burial, the spirit of the recently departed will know that all is well and they will leave to allow the family to move on. We have received many signs that he is here with us, and I don\u2019t want that to end. I dread it so much. Is there a poem for me?<\/em><\/p>\n

Thank you,<\/em>
\nDon\u2019t Let Him Leave<\/em><\/p>\n

Dear DLHL,<\/p>\n

I won\u2019t pretend to have any experiential referent for the dread you\u2019re feeling, nor will I serve you up any impotent platitudes. What I will offer is \u201cI Wash the Shirt,\u201d by Anna Swir, translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan<\/a>. Swir grew up miserably poor in war-torn Poland but wrote some of the most rending love poems of the era, including a long suite for her parents, from which this poem is taken.<\/p>\n

For the last time I wash the shirt
\nof my father who died.
\nThe shirt smells of sweat. I remember
\nthat sweat from my childhood<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

When someone leaves us, no invocation, no elegy, no sense can summon them back entirely. \u201cWashing this shirt \/ I destroy it \/ forever,\u201d Swir writes, but of course, the smell of the shirt was always a totem, a synecdoche. Her father was gone before the scent washed away and also still present after. An old shirt, a picture in its frame, a voice on an answering machine can, under the right conditions, bloom into a moment of wholeness\u2014an instant of being-with-again, of visitation.<\/p>\n

You mention that you have received many signs that your husband is still with you, and this tells me that you have made yourself permeable to such check-ins. What makes you think your husband would stop these to \u201callow\u201d you to move on? Such an allowance would imply that such \u201cmoving on\u201d is what you want or need, which doesn\u2019t seem to be the case. \u201cIn the twentieth century, grief lasts at most a year,\u201d the poet Naz\u0131m Hikmet laments\u2014but of course, real grief never really goes away absolutely. As in Swir\u2019s poem, some relics fade while others remain and new ones appear. The trick is in knowing where to look. Remain open to the visitations when they come.<\/p>\n

\u2014KA<\/p>\n

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Dear Poets,<\/em><\/p>\n

I\u2019m a super newly sober human. I\u2019m having a time\u2122 dealing with it. As a nonbinary\/gender-nonconforming person, I don\u2019t see myself reflected in a lot of poetry, especially poetry that centers on addictive behaviors. Any guidance would be much appreciated.<\/em><\/p>\n

Love,
\nNewly Sober and GNC<\/em><\/p>\n

Dear Newly Sober,<\/p>\n

First of all, shout-out to you and your new sobriety. For an addict in early recovery, any period of sobriety can be a Herculean trial. An hour, interminable. Twenty-four hours, unimaginable. The intersection of addiction and queerness, and the way in which one of these things can sometimes limit the availability of support for the other, is a foundational obsession for the young nonbinary poet torrin a. greathouse. Here\u2019s a link<\/a> to their \u201cBurning Haibun\u201d (content warning for homophobic language).<\/p>\n

If alcoholics drink to forget and poets write to remember, then alcoholic poets find themselves in the center of a fascinating friction. \u201conce, i tried to drink myself into blackout or erasure myself into something more poem than memory,\u201d greathouse writes. For me, so much of recovery has been centered on salvaging, pouring verse (my own and others\u2019) into the cavities of my own knowing. \u201cBurning Haibun\u201d examines the virtues and limitations of this process while also deftly leaning into the doubleness of erasure experienced by so many queer addicts\u2014erasure by addiction, yes, but also erasure inscribed by domestic, familial, or cultural violences: \u201cwe have languaged our history \/ into burnable things.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2014KA<\/p>\n

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Dear Poets<\/em><\/p>\n

Do you have a poem about how America-centric this world is when you\u2019re a non-American who\u2019s bitter about it?<\/em><\/p>\n

Love,<\/em>
\nBitter Abroad<\/em><\/p>\n

Dear Bitter,<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know that any single poem could adequately encompass that, and I wouldn\u2019t even describe \u201cThe Difference,\u201d by Ishion Hutchinson,<\/a> as being particularly bitter\u2014but! I do think it\u2019s invested in the ways \u201cAmerica first\u201d jingoism pollutes not only our relationships to the world but also our relationships to language.<\/p>\n

This poem was first published in the Summer 2015 issue of The Paris Review, <\/em>and I bring it to you here in full:<\/p>\n

They talk oil in heavy jackets and plaid over
\ntheir coffee, they talk Texas and the north cold,<\/p>\n

but mostly oil and Obama, voices dipping
\nvexed and then they talk Egypt failing,<\/p>\n

Greece broken and it takes cash for France not
\ncharity and I rather speak Russia than Ukraine<\/p>\n

one says in rubles than whatever, whatever
\nthe trouble, because there is sea and gold,<\/p>\n

a tunnel, wherever right now, an-anyhow-Belarus,
\noh, I will show you something, conspiring<\/p>\n

coins, this one, China, and they marvel,
\ntheir minds hatched crosses, a frontier<\/p>\n

zeroed not by voyage or pipeline nor the milk
\nfoam of God, no, not the gutsy weather they talk<\/p>\n

frizzled, the abomination worsening
\nopulence to squalor, never the inverse.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\u201cI rather speak Russia than Ukraine \/\/ one says in rubles than whatever, whatever\u00a0\/ the trouble\u201d\u2014entire nations, histories are flattened to a currency, and then there\u2019s a syntactical placeholder\u2014\u201cwhatever\u201d\u2014that cipher. The horrifying thing is how unsurprised any of us would be to overhear these sentences while sitting in a coffee shop or walking down a busy Manhattan street. The horrifying thing is how their presence in Hutchinson\u2019s poem defamiliarizes them, makes us alive to the violences inside our own vernacular.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey marvel, \/ their minds hatched crosses,\u201d he writes, and the marvel, the crosses appear right there in the poem itself\u2014\u201cvoyage or pipeline,\u201d \u201cthe milk \/ foam of God.\u201d Then Hutchinson\u2019s ending. This ending! Is there a better, more succinct description of American colonialism (of land, of politic, of mind) than \u201cthe abomination worsening \/ opulence to squalor\u201d? And look at all those negations in the last third of the poem\u2014\u201cnot,\u201d \u201cnor,\u201d \u201cno,\u201d \u201cnot,\u201d \u201cnever.\u201d The poem is almost resisting itself, resisting the reinscription of violence inherent to its very grammar.<\/p>\n

How do we oppose the rah-rah bravado that dismisses anything not American as ancillary, important only in its proximity to Americanness? How do you cut out a worm once it\u2019s already burrowed inside your tongue? Roethke tells us that the serious problems in life are never solved but that \u201csome states can be resolved rhythmically.\u201d Hutchinson\u2019s poem invests itself deeply in that promise.<\/p>\n

\u2014KA<\/p>\n

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Want more? Read earlier\u00a0installments of\u00a0Poetry Rx<\/a>! Need your own poem? Write to us<\/a>!<\/i><\/p>\n

Kaveh Akbar\u2019s poems have appeared recently in\u00a0<\/em>The\u00a0New<\/span>\u00a0Yorker<\/span>,\u00a0Poetry, t<\/em>he<\/em>\u00a0New<\/span>\u00a0York Times,\u00a0the<\/em> Nation, and elsewhere. His first book,\u00a0<\/em>Calling a Wolf a Wolf, was published by Alice James in the U.S. and Penguin in the UK. Born in Tehran, Iran, he teaches at\u00a0Purdue<\/span>\u00a0University and in the low-residency M.F.A. programs at Randolph College and Warren Wilson.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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