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Cheese had many great things. Maple flavored griddle cakes isn't one of them. McDonald's breakfast comes first. I'm Major Jackson and this is the Slowdown A frequent topic of conversation lately with friends is the relatively short lived reputations of poets. This thread comes up whenever we recall a poem or poet for whom no one reads or teaches anymore. We mourn the poet's who were giants to us, who ushered our own entree into the art. They appeared in select anthologies, were interviewed on public radio and television, showed up frequently on classroom syllabi, and of course won major awards. Back then we read whatever we could get our hands on and went broke buying their first editions. A new poem published in a prestigious journal was a bona fide literary event. Now we are shocked whenever mention of their names to our students is met with blank stares. We ask, would an emergent jazz saxophonist not know the name or have listened to the iconic John Coltrane? From Nobel laureates to Pulitzer Prize winners, no one is spared once their Collected Poems is published. Typically, the coffin is nailed shut. The road to canonicity is determined and left up to future readers. If I am among fellow poets, this conversation is typically sobering. None of us have dreams of becoming the next Shakespeare or Langston Hughes. We are not delusional. We simply realize that the already small audience for our poems will likely get smaller. We see the signs on the wall. Still, we cannot help but speculate as to why social media is a good source for poetry, but does not begin to capture the wealth of great poetry to discover. Maybe yesterday's poets were boasted by a noun outdated critical conversation that held them up as exemplars. Maybe the lack of a shared aesthetic where we all agree what a great poem or book looks like has us overlook older poets. Maybe we suffer recency bias and can only focus on the new poet everyone is talking about. The more cynical of us believe the egocentric nature of the art has caught up with us. We lack a regard for elder voices because we cannot see ourselves in them or the relevance of their words? I do not have any answers, but I can say that those who speak to the needs of the people, whether politically or spiritually, are those whom we wish to invite into our ears and imagination. Their idioms and use of language remain relevant to our sense of ourselves. Today's sharp poem was written by one of our most revered living poets. Its analysis could not be more pertinent to our political reality today. Small comment by Sonia Sanchez the nature of the beast is the man. Or, to be more specific, the nature of the man is his bestial nature. Or to bring it to its elemental terms, the nature of nature is the bestial survival of the fittest, the strongest, the richest. Or to really examine the scene, we could say that the nature of any beast is bestial, unnatural and natural in its struggle for superiority and survival. But to really be with it, we will say that the man is a natural beast, bestial in his lust, natural in his bestiality in expanding and growing on the national scene to be the most bestial and natural of any beast. You dig? The Slowdown is a production of American Public Media in partnership with the Poetry Foundation. This project is also supported in part by the National Endowment for the Arts. On the web@arts.gov to get a poem delivered to you daily, go to slowdownshow.org and sign up for our newsletter and find us on Instagram at Slowdown show and blue sky. Slowdownshow.org.
