It might not come as a surprise, but I have yet
another literary love: poetry. I’m obsessed. It’s all I want to write.

This semester, I hesitantly enrolled in Jay Hopler’s
poetry workshop. I was nervous about signing up because 1) I know nothing about
poetry and 2) Jay is a renowned and accomplished poet. In fact, his poetry
collection, The Abridged History of Rainfall,
was recently nominated for a National Book Award.
Workshop classes are different from a craft class
where we learn HOW to do the thing, whether it be nonfiction essay, short
stories, or comics. The purpose of workshop is to learn by producing work,
sharing it with your peers, and giving feedback. Before we even had our first
class meeting, I was expected to write a (decent) poem and send it to my classmates
and professor. Yikes!
But I must say that we’re 2 months into the semester
and my intimidation has been replaced with elation. I find that all I want to
do is write poetry. Forget my novel, my memoir, etc. Poetry is where it's at.
Paul Mundoon on poetry: I’m interested in revelation, in what will be revealed through the poem, through me — not what I have to reveal, but what it has to reveal, if that makes any sense. So I have no revelations at all. I know nothing. I’m not to be trusted on anything. But the poem may know something, and may be trusted, actually, on what it has to express in the world, in my practice.
My friend, the poet Sarah Duffy, was surprised by my
enthusiasm when I gushed to her about my newfound love of poetry. She graduated
from my MFA program last year and she’s barely touched poetry since. Hopefully,
it won’t be a permanent hiatus-just a necessary recovery period after three tough
years of writing boot camp.
I can relate to Sarah’s burnt out feelings towards
poetry, except mine are directed towards prose. I’m in my 3rd
graduate creative nonfiction seminar and my brain is saturated with so much how-to
information, so many experts giving their two cents, so many voices saying what’s
right and what’s wrong.
On the other hand, when it comes to poetry, I’m
totally green. My relationship to the craft is uncomplicated—but also naïve. I have
no idea what’s right or wrong, so I’m just having fun on the page. Also, I’ve
never identified as a poet so the stakes are lower. Poetry is not my niche, it’s
just a class I’m taking to make my writing stronger overall. In a way, this
takes the pressure off and allows me to create freely.

I’m not sure how long my romance with poetry will
last, nor do I know if this kind of naïve love is sustainable. But my new crush
has me thinking about my relationship with poetry over time—and it turns out
that I’m not really a stranger to it. Sure, when it comes to writing it, I’m a
newbie. But in terms of appreciating the form, poetry has been in my life for
many years. My Cuban grandfather recited José Martí poems at the dinner table,
and my French teachers forced us to memorize poems by Jacques Prévert
and recite them to the class on a weekly basis.
These memories make me wonder—why isn’t poetry more of
a staple in American culture? In Cuba, my mother spent
every Saturday morning in la clase de declamacion where the students learned to
recite poems by heart. Poetry recitation is fundamental to European
curriculums. But in the States, I don’t remember ever being introduced to
poetry until high school.
I was listening to an On Being interview with New Yorker poetry
editor Paul Mundoon and he made the point that, in this country, we give
children “children” poetry, rather than the big kid stuff.

So why not give kids the big kid stuff right off the
bat? I didn’t understand what all those poems my grandfather recited where all
about, but I understood that language was beautiful, and that poetry is a
living, breathing thing.
Poetry should be taken out of the dusty books and into
our dining rooms and classrooms. It’s meant to be listened to—like music—not
read. It’s meant to be shared, like the way our ancestors used to share stories
around a fire.

I was expressing this to my farmer friend and the
chair of the Religious Studies department, Dell deChant, and he broke out into
beautiful recitations of Yeats and other fantastic poets. He says that poetry
was a big part of life in his childhood home, but he also acknowledges that he
was on the cusp of the generation that still learned poetry in America.
I’ve gone ahead and printed a few of the poems that my
grandfather used to recite with such robust energy, and I’m going to do my best
to learn them. My heart already knows them, but I’d like to memorize them so
that I can share them with my own grandchildren one day (and with Dell!).
Do you have poetry in your life?
One way you can introduce poetry into your life is by listening
to poetry podcasts. Some of my favorites are The New Yorker Poetry podcast, The
Poetry Society, Poems Out Loud, much poetry here, and Poetry Spoken Here. I’m
sure there are tons more out there.
Feel free to leave me a message telling me what poetry
means to you, and how you keep it alive in your life.