Transcript
Maggie Smith (0:00)
Hi, it's Maggie Smith. I'm the new host of the Slowdown, and I'm so looking forward to sharing new episodes with you starting August 18th. In the meantime, we're revisiting some favorites from the archive, like today's episode from Ada Limone. I'm grateful to share her work with you today.
Ada Limon (0:26)
I'm Ada Limon, and this is the Slow. You wouldn't know this about me, but there are times that I actually hate talking about poetry. I mean, even when I was studying at NYU as a young poetry graduate student, even when I teach, even when I talk casually with friends, there are times when I want, like a petulant child, to say, you're ruining it. You're ruining it by talking about it too much. I once sat with a friend in Central park and he asked me if I could explain what I did with my endings. And I felt suddenly betrayed, as if we were talking about something so intimate and dangerous that to respond would be heresy. He saw me blush and asked why I was suddenly silent. I said that it felt sometimes like blasphemy to talk about how a poem worked. And then, of course, there are days when I feel exactly the opposite. And when explicating a poem, when pulling out the meaning of its punctuation, syntax, line breaks, the meaning of a certain image, certain sounds, somehow makes the poem blossom into something even more meaningful than I thought was possible. When someone points out something in my own poem that I haven't seen, it feels like discovering some new code for living still. It's not always enough, is it? The poem itself, the sexy line, the perfect phrase, are all wonderful. But sometimes we need more from our lives. We need to live off the page. If you've ever been wooed by a poet, or been the poet or artist doing the wooing, there comes a moment when the art is not enough. You need action. More showing, less telling. I had a friend say when asked what she wanted her poems to do. I want them to clean my house and pay my rent. And when we'd go to readings, we'd heckle each other from the crowd. Read the one where I'm rich. Read the one that makes me feel happy. Read the one that makes me feel beautiful. As if poetry could do all that. I have another friend who will stare at something and say, now, that's a poem. A glove in the snow, a bird feather stuck in the fence post. A good meal. It feels like she is blurring the lines between what we think is a poem and. And what is poetic between what is real life and the language we use to capture it. Today's poem by the beloved poet E.E. cummings does that work of showing us the resounding yes to the poem and also yes to the real, tangible, touchable life. Since Feeling is first by E.E. cummings since feeling is first, who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you wholly to be a fool while spring is in the world my blood approves and kisses are a better fate than then wisdom Lady, I swear by all flowers don't cry the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids flutter, which says we are for each other then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph and death, I think, is no parentheses. The Slowdown is a production of American Public Media in partnership with the Poetry Foundation. To get a poem delivered to you daily, go to slowdownshow.org and sign up for our newsletter. Find us on Instagram at Slowdown. Show.
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