american political poetry in the 21st century - STIBA Malang
american political poetry in the 21st century - STIBA Malang
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EQUIVOCAL AGENCY 85<br />
(Engelmann 46). And Simic, who grew up <strong>in</strong> Belgrade dur<strong>in</strong>g WWII,<br />
does not “assault” readers with his “personal history” (Sack 134) by<br />
heroiciz<strong>in</strong>g his childhood experiences of war. His experiences likely<br />
<strong>in</strong>form his poetic sensibility, but <strong>in</strong>directly ra<strong>the</strong>r than <strong>in</strong> concrete<br />
details; Lisa Sack po<strong>in</strong>ts out that Simic is “a master of <strong>in</strong>direction”<br />
who “selects and juxtaposes a few strik<strong>in</strong>g images” (134) to create<br />
mysterious, anguished atmospheres. In <strong>the</strong> poems discussed here<br />
<strong>the</strong>se atmospheres are susta<strong>in</strong>ed through <strong>in</strong>direction, surreal images,<br />
and a detached, parodic voice rarely used <strong>in</strong> poems of embodied<br />
agency, where <strong>the</strong> tone is grave, urgent.<br />
The first l<strong>in</strong>e of “Paradise Motel” depicts a world where no one is<br />
spared torment. Two simple declarative phrases separated by a semicolon<br />
jo<strong>in</strong> utterly violent, demented, and irreconcilable spheres:<br />
“Millions were dead; everybody was <strong>in</strong>nocent” (75). In a world without<br />
accountability marked by hyperbolic absolutes, <strong>the</strong> speaker is a<br />
distant, unreal, cloistered figure. He says calmly: “I stayed <strong>in</strong> my<br />
room.” This juxtaposition suggests that “paradise” is a suspended purgatory,<br />
an illusion of dis<strong>in</strong>terested, bourgeois <strong>in</strong>dividualism and that<br />
denounc<strong>in</strong>g responsibility for <strong>the</strong> world is cowardly. These three terse,<br />
clipped phrases are hallmarks of Simic’s m<strong>in</strong>imalism, elision, and<br />
refusal to supply a geo<strong>political</strong> context. The poet provides no details<br />
that render <strong>the</strong> scene local, knowable, and <strong>the</strong>reby less frighten<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
Helen Vendler claims that a Simic poem often creates “an unbearable<br />
tension [that] darkens <strong>the</strong> air” and turns readers <strong>in</strong>to “prisoner(s)<br />
with<strong>in</strong> its uncompromis<strong>in</strong>g and irremediable world” (“Totemic Sift<strong>in</strong>g”<br />
119–21). And so it is <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> first l<strong>in</strong>e and a half of “Paradise Motel.”<br />
Ano<strong>the</strong>r figure—<strong>the</strong> de facto foil to <strong>the</strong> speaker—enters <strong>the</strong> poem<br />
<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> latter half of l<strong>in</strong>e two. Even though <strong>the</strong> poem is without specific<br />
context, “The president / Spoke of war as of a magic love potion” (my<br />
emphasis). As Vendler po<strong>in</strong>ts out, Simic tends to use “menac<strong>in</strong>g” def<strong>in</strong>ite<br />
articles (“Totemic Sift<strong>in</strong>g” 119), and this one here cedes all parodic<br />
and ironic authority to this president. If <strong>the</strong> speaker is without<br />
identity, without use (<strong>in</strong> a mirror his face appears to him as “a twicecanceled<br />
postage stamp”), <strong>the</strong> president evokes <strong>the</strong> merged identity of<br />
every president who has spoken of war as a transformative solution.<br />
The president’s “magic love potion” is seem<strong>in</strong>gly able only to make <strong>the</strong><br />
“refugees crowd<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> roads” “vanish / With a touch of <strong>the</strong> hand.”<br />
The most unnerv<strong>in</strong>g aspect of this disappearance is <strong>the</strong> speaker’s<br />
parodic voice—not only do <strong>the</strong> refugees vanish, but it happens<br />
“naturally.” Does this voice manifest <strong>the</strong> depraved wish-fulfillment of<br />
countless presidents who see refugees as thorns <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir sides? Even more<br />
menac<strong>in</strong>g than this implication is one that “History” is a carnivorous