In her 1977 essay “Poetry is Not A Luxury,” Audre Lorde
wrote: “Poetry is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the
quality of light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward
survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into
more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the
nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and
fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our
daily lives.” Poets Elena Georgiou and Michael Lassell, who co-edited the
highly anticipated anthology The World in Us, could not agree more.
“In the nineteenth century, poets were widely read and had
major impact,” says Lassell. “In other countries today, poems appear
in daily newspapers next to the soccer scores. People are sent to jail
or elected president for writing those poems. The notion that poetry is
obscure confuses people. Reading poetry is just like reading anything
else.”
“Why in this day of music videos are we so afraid of
something that takes ten minutes to read?” Georgiou laughs. “Because
we’re still fighting high school English memories in which you’re
taught to appreciate the language but not really know what’s going on.
People see stanzas and line breaks and think, ‘Oh, I’m too stupid to
get it.’ They want to think a poem means one thing. But it means what
it means—to you.”
A native of Great Neck who studied at and actually graduated
from all of Colgate, the California Institute of the Arts and the Yale
School of Drama, Lassell wrote his first verse at the precocious age of
eight. “I was sitting in the back of my third grade classroom while my
mom was having a teacher conference,” Lassell recalls, his voice
lilting into the cadences of childhood. “I made a drawing of a little
brook in a little landscape with little trees.
Mom and the teacher still weren’t done, so I wrote a poem. It
had the word beyond in it. That’s all I remember.
Knowing the word beyond.”
A native Briton of Cypriot descent, Georgiou trained as a
dancer before embarking on a performing and teaching career. Under the
illusion she might obtain “a marketable skill,” she emigrated to New
York and enrolled at Hunter College, where she promptly fell in love
with poetry.
“Audre [Lorde] had become too sick to teach,” Georgiou
recalls. “And Melinda Goodman took over for her. She gave me my first
poem to read.” Today, Georgiou teaches tomorrow’s bards at Hunter
and her former teacher is a contributor to The World in Us. Like her
co‑editor, Georgiou’s poetic memories extend far back in life.
“When I was a child, my aunt had a very weak heart. Doctors
said that having children would be a real risk. But she took the risk,
had the baby and came home fine. During a visit home, I showed my first
poem to my family and my aunt said, ‘Do you remember when you wrote me
a poem?’ I actually wrote her a poem when she came out of hospital.
And I had completely forgotten.”
But the work collected in The World In Us is very unlikely to
be forgotten. Thanks to a brilliant decision by Lassell and Georgiou,
the poetry is organized alphabetically by author, so readers can skip
about with no fear they might miss something or worrying that they must
finish reading one writer before exploring another.
“You can just open it to a random page,” Lassell says.
“Or you can start at the beginning and read straight through. We
didn’t need an editorial comment on whose work resembles whose or what
something means. The readers will get it. They’ll decide for
themselves. “
Some readers may opt to start with familiar favorites like
Alfred Corn, Dennis Cooper, Mark Doty, Marilyn Hacker, Minnie Bruce Pratt
or Reginald Shepherd. Dive in
and drift through the narrative passageways of Eileen Myles’ American
Poem or Breatrix Gates’ Triptych.
Newcomers may want to jump into the lustrous poems of
youngsters like Letta Neely, Justin Chin or energetic slam champ Regie
Cabico, whose Art in Architecture forms an erect cock.
Not feeling particularly focused today? Stream your consciousness
to Robert Gluck’s Burroughs or Chrystos’ marvelous I Suck: “Did you
come a little bit baby? Oh FUCK you.”
Perhaps you’re in the mood for some snappy pop culture? Try David
Trinidad’s Things to Do in Valley of The Dolls (The Movie) or Eloise
Klein Healy’s shimmering Louganis.
Like all poetry, The World in Us is the perfect relaxation
elixir for our harried lives. One poem might take fifteen minutes to
read—no more than your morning commute—others last just sixty
imagistic seconds. So get a head start on that summer book bag. After all,
from park lawn to beach blanket, poetry is the language of love and you
never know when you might need a little inspiration.
Which leads us to those of you who, last but certainly not
least, may have a little sex on the brain. Despair not, opportunity
abounds. Flip from Georgiou’s elegantly romantic Intimate Mixture to
Olga Broumas’ sexually unapologetic Tryst: “The human cunt, like the
eye, dilates with pleasure.” Suck
up to Lassell’s Kissing Ramon or Mark Wunderlich’s party‑driven
Take Good Care of Yourself: “It is a vision, I’m sure of this, of what
heaven might provide—a sea of men all muscle, white briefs and
pearls’”
When all is said and done or, rather, written and read, the
best description of this incomparable collection can be found in Lassell
and Georgiou’s introduction. “The World In Us is not just an
invitation to enter the world that our minority poetry has become as the
millennium turns,” they write, “but a statement—one we believe is
supported by the work—that by ourselves we contain the world. We hardly
need a place at anyone else’s table, when our own dining room is full to
bursting.”
THE WORLD IN US
Edited by Elena Georgiou and Michael Lassell, St. Martin’s Press
.
Mark Huisman is a New York-based freelance journalist
whose work appears in The
Village Voice and The Nation, among others.
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