As many of you know I responded to Tony Hoagland’s poem “The Change” at AWP. I also solicited from Tony a response to my response. Many informal conversations have been taking place online and elsewhere since my presentation of this dialogue. This request is an attempt to move the conversation away from the he said-she said vibe toward a discussion about the creative imagination, creative writing and race.
If you have time in the next month please consider sharing some thoughts on writing about race (1-5 pages).
Here are a few possible jumping off points:
- If you write about race frequently what issues, difficulties, advantages, and disadvantages do you negotiate?
- How do we invent the language of racial identity–that is, not necessarily constructing the “scene of instruction” about race, but create the linguistic material of racial speech/thought?
- If you have never written consciously about race why have you never felt compelled to do so?
- If you don’t consider yourself in any majority how does this contribute to how race enters your work?
- If fear is a component of your reluctance to approach this subject could you examine that in a short essay that would be made public?
- If you don’t intend to write about race but consider yourself a reader of work dealing with race what are your expectations for a poem where race matters?
- Do you believe race can be decontextualized, or in other words, can ideas of race be constructed separate from their history?
- Is there a poem you think is particularly successful at inventing the language of racial dentity or at dramatizing the site of race as such? Tell us why.
In short, write what you want. But in the interest of constructing a discussion pertinent to the more important issue of the creative imagination and race, please do not reference Tony or me in your writings. We both served as the catalyst for this discussion but the real work as a community interested in this issue begins with our individual assessments.
If you write back to me by March 11, 2011, one month from today, with “OPEN LETTER” in the subject heading I will post everything on the morning of the 15th of March. Feel free to pass this on to your friends. Please direct your thoughts to firstname.lastname@example.org.
I'm sad I didn't see you all (or, most of you) at AWP.
I'm sad about other things, too. But mainly I've been wondering why whenever I try to write more poetry, I get more sad. About the world, I mean. You know how intelligence is often depicted by a negative outlook? For example, we deconstruct, we tear apart, we analyze, we cut things down. But where is the building up? Of course the world is sad and scary and there is a lot to be angry about. (Also, the VIDA report: so there is that, too, to be angry about.) [These posts can't include links? Here's the report: http://vidaweb.org/the-count-2010]
Why is it that I'm trying to write poetry, which means I'm reading lots of interesting, intelligent, difficult poetry books, but I'm also trying to live a happy life, which means I'm reading fluffy self-love/self-help stuff, and "The Consolations of Philosophy" by Alain de Botton, etc etc. I'm doing this to keep my head above the water level. But where are the books of poetry that do this as well? Seriously, do any of you have any suggestions for happy or funny or light-hearted poetry books that are STILL intelligent and NOT Billy Collins?
Or do any of you have this problem, too? Maybe you have some words of advice?