IN WHICH WILL BE FOUND WHAT IS SET FORTH THEREIN

Thursday, January 14, 2016

MLA 2016 - AUSTIN






































A good question . . . . 




I was speaking on two panels at this year's meeting of the Modern Language Association. The first was a session on Black Abstraction, with my dear colleagues Margo Crawford and Carter Mathes, chaired by Anthony Reed. But I was so abstracted that I forgot to take any photos.  Still, a great conversation.








Things were enlivened this year when we all had to evacuate the Austin Convention Center. Have to say Austin's first responders are every bit as good as MLA respondents.




Grant Jenkins performed his John Brown impression -- pretty impressive -- 



My second session was a round table on Race, Ethnicity, and United States Poetry, organized by Timothy Yu and Rachel Galvin. I recorded that one for future posting. Stay posted.




This is the second time Professor Noel and I have shown up wearing the same hat.


Unlike the similar signs posted around the Convention Center, this one got the Spanish right. I ate only at gun free establishments. Don't like too much lead with my enchiladas.



















Wednesday, January 13, 2016

RACE, ETHNICITY, AND UNITED STATES POETRY



[At this year's MLA in Austin, I participated in a round table with these critics and poets you see me pointing out here. We each made opening statements, and then had an engaging discussion with the standing room only crowd in the room. Below is the text of my opening.]




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I want one ethnic thing here
right from the start. Dis-
orientation.
–Fred Wah

As we began to conclude our preface to an anthology of innovative writings by black artists in America, Lauri Ramey and I wrote that the collection “may have the effect of putting a final nail in the coffin of the long-standing argument that black poets in America were busy ‘telling their own stories’ while white poets pursued a more experimental course.” The auxiliary function is important here. Experience, as well as our culture’s on-going fascination with zombies and vampires, teaches us that coffins are never sealed with any real finality; nails are all too often wrenched loose and the dead walk, and write, among us. A part of our frustration was that the argument we hoped to see buried at long last had, for generations, occluded behind multiple veils the thriving body of innovative literary arts created by putatively minority poets.

We hadn’t long to wait to see our frustrations reanimated.

A great puzzle of our critical moment is the quickness with which we seem to have forgotten lessons supposedly learned in our theory-laden recent past. Didn’t we all learn at last the lesson of the Celestial Emporium of Benevolent Knowledge, from Foucault if not from Borges? A system of logic that opposes “those that are included in this classification” to “those that tremble as if they were mad” is not a mode of thought likely to prove either productive or liberating.  Leaving behind a time when all binary oppositions were to be deconstructed, we came to a time when we seemed to have forgotten what it was to analyse a binary opposition.

And so, for example, we have the recent spectacle of Helen Vendler, in her complaint against Rita Dove’s Penguin Anthology of Twentieth-Century American Poetry, opposing “multiculturalism” to aesthetic value, as if there were a definable distinction between these two categories.  Similarly, an invidious distinction between “identity politics” and “experimental writing” has, over this past year, been at the heart of arguments in American poetry as if we had all agreed on the meaning of these terms, as if they were mutually exclusive categories, as if the body of work left us by Amiri Baraka or Jayne Cortez had never been read.

And it is just that mode of catachresis that animates, for one instance, Aaron Kunin’s desire, in a response to the Vanessa Place controversy, to oppose the categories of racism and bad writing. This desire leads him eventually to the worst sort of straw man argument. Characterizing the complaints about Place’s Gone with the Wind Project, Kunin writes:

"The idea behind this accusation seems to be that any writing that uses racist language or imagery is itself racist, and, if the writer is white, white supremacist. By that logic, any representation of racism would be racist. The study of racism would become impossible. At best, the study of racism could proceed only by further inflicting or exploiting the pain of what it studies."

As someone who has been studying racism for most of my life, I’d be among the first to admit that it is impossible to study racism without feeling and perhaps inflicting pain. But by this logic, something like Alice Randall’s Wind Done Gone would be labeled a racist exercise despite the blackness of its author, and Richard Powers’ magnificent novel The Time of Our Singing, or Armand Schwerner’s poem written as a memorial to Micheal Schwernber, murdered by racists in Mississippi, a poem read at a rally for the then imprisoned Amiri Baraka, would themselves be labeled instances of white supremacy.  

Just as the opposition of identity to experimentation can have the effect of erasing the history of poets identified in one sense or another as “minorities,” this form of illogic simultaneously erases realities of racism while heaving open the gates for the continuation of racial politics as usual. Tony Hoagland is not an “experimental” poet in any usual sense. He has written that:

"White writers, for their part, are caught in the double–or triple–bind of power, apology and hatred. As a result, they feel mostly compelled to say nothing, at least nothing remotely controversial, on the subject of race." (201)

And even though Hoagland here presumes to speak for all white writers, clearly the self-censorship he describes has, regrettably in this instance, never applied to him. In a similar vein, Martha Collins, deploying a yet more encompassing royal “we,” declares that we are all racist (157), a judgement that has the real effect or erasing racism itself.

I am under no illusions, even given that hope expressed in the preface to the collection What I Say. There are racists in the world of experimental writing, and always have been. This is not a property of experimentalism any more than it is inherent in the structures of mainstream verse, despite the examples of Tony Hoagland, Ellen Bryant Voight, Dave Smith and so many others. Race was itself an experiment of sorts. And while it would be immoral, after the fashion of Chief Justice Roberts, to demand of minority poets that they grace the white world with their specifiable diversity, it is unethical to allow racialist modes of critical thought to divide us from our experimental selves, to deliver us once more to banalities and blindness.



Wednesday, November 25, 2015

MSA POETRY READING 2015 - BOSTON












Special Thanksgiving blessings to Lesley Wheeler for herding poets.  Friday night in Boston, a group reading was presented in the Westin Copley Plaza Hotel. In addition to Leslie, the poets were Stephen Burt, Michael Forstrom, Elizabeth Frost, Cynthia Hogue, Julia Lisella, Susan McCabe, A.L. Nielsen. Jennifer Scappetone, Lisa Sewell, Daniel Tobin, Donald Wellman and Tyrone Williams.  Watch Penn Sound for a recording of the event in a few . . . 





















MODERNISM STUDIES 2015 - Boston


The mint pots were a surprise.



I've been to so many conferences in Boston in recent years that I find myself serving as tour guide to colleagues. One of the highlights of this year's gathering was the group poetry reading Friday evening -- I'll post a separate set of photos from that event.































This year it was our turn to get assigned the 8:30 Sunday morning time slot -- Just the right time for a session on radical jazz and radical poetics. Emily Sharpe chaired the session, featuring papers by Gregory Pierrot, Michael New and me.