Life in Public

What Sparks Poetry is a new, serialized feature in which we invite poets to explore experiences and ideas that spark new poems. In the newest series, Life in Public, we ask our editors to examine how poetry speaks to different aspects of public experience.

What does it mean to say that a poet is, as C. D. Wright has put it, “one with others”? What is poetry’s place in the public sphere today, of all times? How has life in that sphere been expressed in poems? Is all published poetry public speech? What is a private poem? What is occasional poetry? What is political poetry?

With questions such as these in mind, we asked each of our editors to select a poem written by another poet that addresses an aspect of public experience—that celebrates, historicizes, memorializes, critiques, questions, or subtly references its public element—and to write about what interests and inspires them about that poem.

We are excited to present to you the resulting sixteen meditations on the private and the public, and how the intersection of these states sometimes results in poetry.

Jennifer Chang on Collective Denial

Were it not for the epigraph a reader could hardly guess that “In Memoriam” honors a devastating public tragedy, the 1968 assassination of civil rights leader Martin Luther King Jr. In this, poet Wong May eschews the conventions of elegy, offering neither a lamentation nor a language by which we might mourn this particular collective loss. Instead, there is circumvention, the world in which the loss happens, loss elided by springtime, parties, and the bleak disorderliness of ordinary life. The poem begins in media res and with the conjunction of connection—“And if you come to my party / I will come to yours”—and then the poet effervesces: “There will always be parties / and poetry.” Such is the “human position,” to cite Auden, our greatest theoretician of public poetry, “how it takes place / While someone is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along.”

On April 3, 1968, Martin Luther King Jr. delivered his final speech, “I Have Been to the Mountaintop,” in Memphis, Tennessee. The next day James Earl Ray aimed his rifle at King, who stood on the balcony adjoining his room at the Lorraine Motel. King would not survive the shooting, and it’s arguable that the country did not survive (has it survived yet?), as cities erupted into violent race riots in the days following.

And where was Wong May? She had arrived in the United States from Singapore in 1966 to attend the Iowa Writers’ Workshop and then spent time in New York City and at The MacDowell Colony in New Hampshire, but she was also, like many young poets, peripatetic, traveling to Europe and Asia until finally settling in Ireland in 1978. Nevertheless, living in the United States during the social unrest of the late 1960s no doubt informs the anxious sociocultural dynamics of “In Memoriam” and numerous other poems from Reports, the out-of-print second book in which “In Memoriam” appears.

One of the secrets of public life is that, despite the public record, people of color were indeed out and about. In public. They were at the parties, asking questions (“What is the occasion?”), watching, listening, immersed in spring and the quandary that is American freedom. Remarkably, “In Memoriam” exposes this secret. When I first encountered the poem several years ago, what stood out first to me was that an Asian poet was writing a contemporaneous poem about a defining tragedy of modern American history. “In Memoriam” documents the intersectionality of grief. It determines the distance between marginalized perspectives, between elation and devastation, as no greater than an enjambed line. Consider the resonances between the poem and the slain minister’s final speech: 

“The nation is sick,” King proclaims, “Trouble is in the land; confusion all around. That’s a strange statement. But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough can you see the stars.”

If Wong May seems to refute this diagnosis, her use of repetition performs a collective denial, the fear that precedes great cataclysmic change: 

Listen: I am not sick 
You are not sick

the in-patients are indoors
the out-patients are outdoors

the world is not sick

The ensuing martinis cannot erase the prospect of blood or that “Assassins spring up everywhere like prophets.” As a reader, I long for more prophecies in poetry and in life, Wong May’s and Dr. King’s, who in that same speech declares, “Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now.”

In “In Memoriam,” after so much listening, the speaker finally hears nothing, and that is the silence loss grants us, what might be misread as peace or “catkins falling off willow trees.” No, silence is unintelligible. The memories of “In Memoriam” are fleeting, almost trivial, almost ironic; they signify the limitations of elegy, that there is no honoring a loss that should not have happened. It is a lie, then, that “the world is not sick.” Perhaps what’s public here is the unspeakable, beyond comprehension, unbearable, what no exegesis could ever adequately make clear.

Writing Prompt

Think of a recent public event that moved you, however positively or negatively. What details do you remember from that event? What were you doing in your life and what else was happening then? What changed and what didn’t change? Gather these thoughts and write a description of the public event without ever referring to or identifying it, observing the contexts as if they were the primary experience. Like “In Memoriam,” yours will be a poem of what, rather than a poem of how or why. 

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Jennifer Chang

Jennifer Chang

Jennifer Chang served on Poetry Daily‘s Editorial Board from 2018-2020. She is the author of The History of Anonymity and Some Say the Lark, which was long-listed for the PEN Open Book Award and won the 2018 William Carlos Williams Award. Her poems have appeared in American Poetry ReviewThe BafflerThe New York TimesThe New YorkerPoetry, and A Public Space, and her essays have appeared in Los Angeles Review of BooksNew England ReviewNew Literary History and The Volta. An associate professor of English at George Washington University, she co-chairs the advisory of Kundiman and also teaches in the Bennington Writing Seminars graduate writing program. She lives in Washington, D.C. with her family.