FD Guest Lecture: Poetic Primacy
We've long been fascinated by the poetry of Rashad McCants and have argued passionately in the comments about its literary merit. To strengthen our case, we brought in an actual academic for today's guest lecture. Below read the words of Chartin Muzzlewit, English PhD student and future big red tree, analyzing the McCants poem "Number 1."
At first glance, this poem indicates the speaker's investment in guidance by a spiritual power. And although power is initially accessible solely in a dream-world, it has troubling effects on the speaker's body ("I sense the veins in my body thicken"). The striations of muscles coming to life could indicate sheer physical strength, but this possibility is complicated by the later homoerotic intimacy between the spiritual presence ("him") and the speaker's body. For example, when the speaker imagines a spiritual consummation, the body seems both infinitely compartmentalized ("my eyelashes touch") and entirely reduced ("no thought or sound"). This combination of extreme particularity and obliteration imply that the spiritual encounter is, in fact, a self-shattering sexual encounter.
Throughout the poem, power links to sexuality in a dangerous way; access to the spiritual plane is possible, but the body challenges the spirit while it simultaneously acts as a route to spiritual life. Physical power bursts forth in the poem's opening line, only to be undercut by a progressive reduction in the body's ability to apprehend the world around it ("my eyes just blink. No thought or sound"). This is a speaker poised between a desire to enter a spiritual world that chips away at the physical body and a realization that true power can only be achieved through that body ("he knew that my life would demand some sin"). The spiritual power's foreknowledge of the body's "sin" indicates that the power dynamic (troubled by the image of the self's engorgement in the first two lines) remains in place – the spiritual power maintains its hierarchical relationship to the speaker's body.
The resolution of the poem links masochistic submission to the spiritual power ("with a command from him") with recognition of the speaker's chosenness ("I am here for a reason"). The poem closes with a momentary identification between the speaker and the spiritual power ("To be/#1"). But the question raised by this elision is, of course, how the speaker's willingness to submit to the spiritual other relates to the central tension in the poem – the sexualized connection between the spiritual and the body.
Labels: guest lectures, literary criticism, poetry, psychology, rashad mccants
10 Comments:
Shad's veins are full of pure ore. Coincidentally I just bowdlerized the package off of the Vitruvian Man to use for some of my company's marketing material.
Rashad McCants is a poetic cupcake. Check out Etan spittin' on youtube. Good stuff.
Better yet:
Ode to the Watermelon
"...Ripe conjugationer of water & sun,
your opening calls
even the birds to land...
Forever,I love you your color hemmed
by rind. The blaring juke & wet of it.
Black seeds star red immense
as poppy fields,
white to outsing jasmine.
Again, all that green.
Sandía, día santo,
summer’s holy earthly,
bandera of the ground,
language of fields,
even under a blade you swing
your quiet scent
in the pendulum of any gale.
Men bow their heads, open-mouthed,
to coax the sugar
from beneath your workdress.
Women lift you
to their teeth.
Sandía, día santo,
yours is a sweetness
to outlast slaughter:
Tongues will lose themselves inside you,
scattering seeds. All over,
the land will hum
with your wild,
raucous blooming."
--Aracelis Girmay
Gilbert's all over the positional revolution on today's post. Check it.
No wonder Agent Zero is the patron saint of this site ...
From his blog: "That’s the question. That’s why I said, I don’t understand what’s a pure point anymore."
From FD: "Tinsley, Jamaal: Claims the phrase 'pure point guard' is a tool of oppression"
http://freedarko.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-amazing-happens-pt-iii.html
perhaps number not only refers to numerals, but also to numbness, as in numb-er. this would serve to show that the road to the top, and being #1, is a lonely and potentially alienating experience that only the strong should take on. shad's comment on the existential dilemma of being "the next jordan."
This post epitomizes everything that's wrong with English majors. And everything that's right at the same time.
Does any other sport boast as many poets and the like as basketball? Here's my count: Etan Thomas, Rashad McCants, John Amaechi (no, I didn't just lump poets and homosexuals together, I mean the dude's into the finer things)... I thought I had more examples.
I bet you Eli Manning writes haikus during film sessions, though.
i am eli man, man
goofy grin and fiery roar
now king eternal
Do you think that Chartin Muzzlewit (if that's even his real name) could do a critical reading of my dog's vomit? It might be useful in telling me what my dog ate last night.
(I kid I kid, I too drank the English major kool aid)
(another caveat, I was in no way comparing McCants' poetry to dog vomit. I reserve that vitriol for Emily Dickinson.)
He totally came up with the cupcake.
This one's not a better poem, but I think it's more interesting. Dude could seriously have used an English major. He's all potential and no experience.
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