Oppen and Whitman: Paper Proposal

My paper will address the Whitmanian echoes in George Oppen’s poetry. I will explore how Oppen engages with, but ultimately distances himself from Whitman by not manufacturing a glorious recovery. I hope to make my argument by comparing “Song of Myself” to “Of Being Numerous”.

The relationship between Oppen and Whitman is important because of their similarity in form but differences in interaction with the world. Oppen comments directly on the things he sees in the world around him, but does not provide the recovery that Whitman is known for. In “Song of Myself” there is a sense that the center cannot hold, but Whitman always seems to have an underlying hope in recovery. I’m excited to delve into Oppen’s poetry more thoroughly and draw a more clear connection between him and Whitman.

My guiding questions will be: How do Whitman and Oppen each use the serial form of poetry to explore and comment on the world around them? How do their differences in poetics reveal their outlook on interaction with the world? I hope to learn more about the form of their poetics and figure out why they both found this form useful for their different purposes.

During peer revision, my group suggested that I need to choose my sources carefully. Dana pointed out that my claims about form and authorial intent will need to be well documented before I can make my own conclusions. I realize that the only using two poems may be problematic for the length of the paper, but I am hoping that my argument will be supplemented by including the aspect of the time period of the authors. It was also brought to my attention that my own voice will have to somehow emerge as the strongest in the paper, which will be hard to do considering the magnitude of this connection. I’m hoping to “join the conversation” with the critics that I have found. I would love any more suggestions about making my paper more well rounded–or any sources you may come across that would be helpful.

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Walt Whitman, Bruce Springsteen, and The Working Class Hero

For my final paper, I will be exploring the lineage and relationship between Walt Whitman and Bruce Springsteen.  By looking at these two fully “American” figures, I will be viewing their writings as it pertains to the American working class.  My argument is that Springsteen, “the foremost purveyor of American working-class rock and roll” (Smith, 302), is not only heavily influenced by the writings of Walt Whitman but also seeks to continue and fulfill Whitman’s American tradition and his dreams for the working class.

The American working class, a tradition that is ensnared in the “constructions of race, gender, and sexuality” (Carman, 2), is at the heart of Whitman and Springsteen.  Greg Smith notes how “Whitman envisioned the American working class of the future as having a better existence than those of his own day” (303); however, Whitman’s grand aspirations for the American working class that balanced individual freedom with the public good never seemed to take root in America.  Springsteen, building off of the roots set by Whitman, currently seeks to improve the lives of the American people and through the medium of rock and roll has been able to reach out to the masses in ways that Whitman only dreamed. These two artists not only share passions for the open road and the working class, as exemplified in Whitman’s poems “A Backward Glance O’er Travel’d Roads,” “I Hear American Singing,” and “Song of Myself,” and Springsteen’s “Born to Run,” “Thunder Days,” and Darkness on the Edge of Town, but they also embrace the individual, the community, the other, as they stress the heroism of the everyday.

Grounded in Whitman’s artistic tradition, Springsteen stresses “that the natural rights of freedom and equality [must] be granted to all Americans” (Carman, 227).   My guiding research question for this paper is to what extent does Springsteen fall into the same tradition as Whitman, and how is Springsteen furthering this tradition, as he writes for the American working class?

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The American Bard and the anti-American…

For my research paper I would like to explore the connections between Walt Whitman and T.S. Eliot.  I chose Eliot to begin with because he often blatantly rejected Whitman and his influence; however, it is undeniably there in both his style and subject matter.  Whitman is a poet of many things, but one of his most profound roles is as the poet of America.  Whitman’s poetry celebrates America and desires much for America.  Going through the suffering of the Civil War with America, Whitman desired to heal the nation and put much hope in the modern way of life.  On the other hand, as a modernist poet, Eliot’s work reflects the view that, due to the forces of modernity, the world has become more complicated and distressed; therefore, art should be, too.  My main focus on their relationship will be to investigate how Eliot rejects the materialism and modernization of America, which, to him, Whitman is a representative of.  Eliot lived in a time in which the phenomena so optimistically described by Whitman had become a daily reality; therefore, his poetry breaks down the optimism of urban life and civilization and acknowledges the new disconnectedness of the landscape and the people. 

My guiding research question will be how does Eliot reverse Whitman’s optimism about the modern world and what is it about Whitman’s poetry in particular that Eliot responds to, often in veiled ways?  I believe the fundamental connections between the two will be in their detailed treatment of urban life and their attitudes toward humanity, in mass and as individuals.  Furthermore, I feel that they each take opposite stances on these subjects and I am looking to explore this further with close readings of many of their poems.  For Eliot, I know that I will be looking at “Prufrock”, “The Hollow Men”, and “The Waste Land”, unless that gets too big, with other possibilities as well.  I am not positive yet what Whitman poems I will be most closely looking at, but probably among “Song of Myself”, “As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life”, “When Lilacs Last…”, and “I Sit and Look Out”.  With a profound understanding of Eliot I hope to understand what it is about Whitman’s poetics and modern life that he rejects and why.  These two are poets born in America but their generation gap and personal differences led to a divergent treatment of often similar topics, with a free and open form that is stylistically similar.  As an Eliot fan I am looking forward to discovering an influence of his that is less commonly accepted as a way to enrich both my understanding of Eliot and of Whitman.

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Exploring Silence in Whitman & Oppen

For the final paper, I want to explore the trope of silence in poetry. What sparked my interest in this topic was Walt Whitman’s poem, “I Sit and Look Out.” Whitman ends the poem with a rare silence – one that is infinitely meaningful. To be at a loss for words is a universalizing, human feeling, and for a poet to admit the act of silence reveals that there must be a profound meaning behind it.

In my paper I will closely examine Whitman’s silence in as well as the meaning of silence behind George Oppen’s poetry. Silence played an arguably weightier role for George Oppen than it did Whitman. From 1935 to 1958 after a great deal of success as a poet, Oppen stopped writing all together. He felt poetry seemed trite in relation to the world and said, “Surely there are situations in which it’s absurd to write poetry! One could approach his own death with poetry – I should think one would. But a slaughter, a slaughter for which he bears perhaps some responsibility? Or, he does what he does. I don’t know what one ‘should’ do…” (Oppen xiii). Here Oppen suggests the insufficiency of words and the uselessness of poetry in times of difficulty or crisis. Whitman also suggests this in I Sit and Look Out, when he says “All these— All the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look out upon/ See, hear, and am silent.” However, the irony is that Whitman suggests this concept in a poem, therefore contradicting himself, while Oppen suggests it by truly neglecting poetry for twenty-three years.

Ultimately, I will attempt to answer the following questions: What kind of impact does the act of silence make? Is the act of silence one of power or weakness? Are the hardest parts of life impossible to express through words, as Oppen suggests in the above quote? How is the silence of Whitman similar to the silence of Oppen? How is it different?

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Whitman, Neruda, and Bodily Crisis

I am planning on writing my research paper on Whitman and Neruda and the subject of self, specifically in terms of bodily limits. Both poets express throughout their poems different feelings towards their bodily existence and limits. I want to trace the crisis of this through a few of each of their poems, and find the highs and lows of it and how, if at all, they are similar.

Whitman has moments of immense celebration of his body. For instance, the beginning sections of Song of Myself exemplify this, when he excuses himself from everyone to go and admire himself in the bath. However, at other moments there is a jumbled celebration, and he seems more disturbed and more aware of being a captive in his own skin. This is evident in the “lurking” he describes in Eidolons. Finally, close to his death Whitman writes Preface Note to 2d Annex in which he describes his decrepit body as a shell-like “conch-shell” existence. I feel that this is a different “shell” feeling than his earlier “lurking”, however, because of the implications of conch shells, which re-house monarchs regularly as they grow. I want to see if this idea of moving through skins and through bodies has any real merit for Whitman, or if it should simply be left in the poem as is.

In Neruda’s Body of Woman he speaks of “surviving himself”, yet there is also a lot of celebration of the body here. I can talk about his exploration of the woman’s body–her skin, in terms of Whitman’s bodily celebration. Some of Neruda’s other poems however seem stuck on this need to survive himself. For instance, in “Walking Around” Neruda says he is “tired of being a man.” I am interested to see if Neruda has a poem similar to Whitman’s conch-shell Preface, or, in general, how he concludes this crisis of bodily limitations at the end of his life.

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The Voice of a Rainstorm

60 pages into Specimen Days and I wish I had started reading earlier! Cunningham is just as good as I remembered him, his prose is rich and precisely descriptive, his characters are compelling and almost disturbingly empathetic. And most of all, he works Whitman into the pages seamlessly, bringing new life to the old words. The first section’s protagonist, a young boy named Lucas, embodies the kind of reader Whitman would have dreamed of-  an endlessly curious and imaginative New Yorker at heart, at once alone and a part of everything he sees, returning to his bed every night to read a section from Leaves of Grass, cherishing the words and committing them to memory as best as possible, finding solace in them, finding truth and meaning. Lucas takes his preoccupation with Whitman to the next level, often randomly, uncontrollably quoting from Leaves in everyday conversation, sometimes making other people uncomfortable.

My favorite scene so far has been the chance meeting between Lucas and Whitman on the streets on New York, when Lucas is in desperate search of money. Lucas claims to have seen Walt twice before, but I initially doubted the validity of this statement since he also claimed to have seen a saint with a hate on to cover her halo. But just a few pages later, there is Walt himself. Of course, Lucas’s first instinct is to rattle off Whitman quotes, which Walt finds very amusing, of course. When I came upon this passage, I was overwhelmed by that feeling so often expressed in poetry when referring to Whitman, this peaceful calm, a sense of hopefulness and happiness, as if one’s problems could simply be lost by deciding that day to leave with Walt Whitman and follow him forever. Cunningham’s descriptions of Walt are beautifully true to legend: “his gray-white cascade of beard” being the first thing Lucas notices, of course, “the voice of a rainstorm”, “summoning laughter up out of the earth”, the sage but humble advice, the genuine compassion and care he takes with Lucas, promising to meet the boy at the same place the next day, just to make sure he was okay, just to see where he was on his journey.

I found this scene so moving and sweet; most of all, I loved the personal encounter with Walt. I don’t think I truly understood the folklore surrounding the idea of Walt Whitman fully up until this point. The relief I felt for Lucas, almost as Lucas, immediately warmed my heart to Whitman in a way that none of the poetry we have read has been able to do. I think Cunningham has done something truly beautiful in this novel, really captured the essence of Whitman.

I will certainly be reading more.

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An Ecocritical Look at Whitman and Neruda: Some Initial Thoughts

In my final paper, I will explore the ecocritical relationship between Walt Whitman and Pablo Neruda (and maybe William Carlos Williams?). Relative to the exhaustive of the body of scholarship that has been done on Whitman and Neruda, not much emphasis has been placed on the “nature poetry” written by these two poets. Further, the ecological link between the two has not been heavily explored, though I have found enough criticism to serve the purposes of this assignment. So far, a lot of the criticism that I have come across deals with the poets desires to study the relationship between human history and natural history in an effort to build or establish New World cultures. In the many facets of this main idea, I think I can carve out my voice.

In New World Poetics, George Handley proposes that in “The Great Ocean,” from Canto General,  “Neruda may have wanted a reconciliation between natural and human histories if for no other reason than to resolve his anxieties over the indifference ecology implied to human problems, but it is not clear to me that he succeeds. His failure proves instructive because it suggests an ethic in which nature must not be circumscribed by the human story” (266). I am not sure that Neruda is looking for a reconciliation between natural and human histories, but rather, I see Neruda simply exploring nature’s “indifference…to human problems” and though this creates anxiety for him, ultimately he is awed by a nature that is almost in defiance of the human story and human problems. Also, the ocean in this poem is representative of nature’s endless cycles of rebirth and regeneration, what Neruda calls “purifying acts of demolition.” In this way, the endless cycles of rebirth are also endless cycles of death.

Though there is a strong connection between Neruda’s “The Great Ocean” and Whitman’s poems about the ocean, I see a similar poetic journey in Whitman’s “This Compost.” Like Neruda’s awe, Whitman is both “startled” and “terrified” at the earth’s ability to regenerate life from the diseased ruins of humanity. In Walt Whitman and the Earth, M. Jimmie Killingsworth calls this awe Whitman’s “respect for the power of the earth’s processes to restore health and complete its mighty cycles” (83). In addition, Killingworth notices a similar theme of Earth’s indifference in “This Compost,” asserting that “the suspicion that the earth is indifferent to and separated from human purposes to question the sense of kinship and belonging,” human beings’ kinship and belonging to the earth (82). I would also like to explore this idea of “kinship and belonging” but I am not quite sure where that might take me just yet.

Both of these poems reminded me of William Carlos Williams’s “Spring and All.” I see Williams interacting with a similar notion of nature’s indifference, rebutting Eliot’s desolate vision with the emergence of Spring in spite of all the death. Williams is comforted by that fact. I like the contrast of Williams’s optimistic faith in nature with Whitman and Neruda’s awe and anxiety.

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As I Ebb’d with the poem “As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life”

Good Afternoon my fellow Whitmaniacs!
I was just passing through and decided to try and get some feedback on one of Walter Whitman’s great poems, “As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life”.
Now before I began, I would like to mention the fact that I actually included the ideas I will mention here in an exam essay. I had never considered these ideas before writing this essay, so I’ve lost a little confidence in my “epiphany-like” interpretation 🙂
Here goes…so I’m re-reading the poem for like the third or fourth time trying to figure out exactly what Whitman is doing in this poem. The only thing that I seem to conclude is that whatever it is comes off as a shift from the “common” perception of Whitman that is delivered in his other works. (Don’t let the word common confuse you here as I am well aware that Whitman’s multiplicity hardly qualifies him as having a single, common identity).
However, the more I read the more things began to stand out for me. For example, the overall “spirit” of the poem is very cynical against Whitman’s war poems that have an abundance of optimism and passion. This poem walks along a seashore and identifies, not the beauty of nature, of life, of things, that we are all to easily able to recognize in his poetry, but points to the debris, weeds and “sea gluten”. Whitman is in the midst of this crisis with what appears to me to have no direction to or hint of recovery. The poem speaks of unfamiliarity, mystery, desolation, isolation, but that’s not what makes the poem unique as one that does not possess those qualities present elsewhere in his poetry–for these ideas contribute to this “crisis”. Whitman is contesting the very effect that his poetry will–or won’t–have. Should he or shouldn’t he have “opened his mouth to sing at all”??? Yet, what is most intriguing is that he never resolves this contemplation, this crisis. He never retrieves that passionate, hopeful, “I am the chariot for the multitudes” identity that I am familiar with. I’m reading and re-reading and I can’t find it! Where is the recovery?! Where is Walt Whitman…I don’t know Walter Whitman…I don’t recognize this poem!
Let me clarify one thing, I am not trying to assert that this poem alone acts as non-Whitmanian. I just found it extremely fascinating how humanistic this poem makes Whitman in light of the large Whitman we are always presented with.

Comments please!

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Charles Bukowski and Whitman?

I am having real trouble narrowing down what I want my topic to be (there are so many things. Whitman is so big!). I can’t figure out if I should focus on a certain poet, or if I should concentrate on a specific topic or conflict that reoccurs in Whitman’s poetry. I am juggling in my head all these names and ideas and it’s gotten pretty overwhelming. So I decided to break from all of that for a second–take a breather–and see if anything would hit me. And I think maybe something did.

I have been a big Bukowski fan for a couple of years now, and the more I think about it the more impossible it becomes to deny Whitman’s influence and connection to Bukowski.

It is easy to see the difference between Whitman, the bearded grandfather, and Bukowski, the dirty old man poet. As we discussed in class Whitman portrays this grand and encompassing persona that both views and embodies the vastness of the masses. Bukowski however just depicts his own surrounding, in vivid and often excruciating detail, there is no separation between Bukowski and the speaker in his poems.

However they do have a good number of things in common. They both revolutionized the form and language of poetry. Bukowski claimed his “aim was to ‘humanize’ poetry, lowering the rhetorical tone by structurally simple language flavoured with slang and swear words, asides to the reader, and other humorous interjections.” I feel Whitman achieved this same sense of “humanizing” with his free verse and rejection of previous forms. Both have also been seen as being controversial and vulgar in their works, “He’s the equivalent in today’s world of Walt Whitman, who was accused in his own day of all the things that Bukowski was, of being a ruffian and uncouth.” His poetry mimics Whitman’s first person narrative, depicting images and scenes that were “disorderly, fleshy, and sensual“–sound familiar?

I don’t know, I am still looking for research on it and trying to narrow what it is I actually want to talk about, but I think it would be a really interesting connection to explore. What do you think?

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Yusef Komunyakaa’s ‘The Towers’ in light of Juliana Spahr

Yusef Komunyakaa “The Towers” is a part of his book entitled “Warhorses” written in 2009. The poem “The Towers” is a direct response to the events of September 11, 2001 and has Juliana Spahr written all over it.

What’s interesting about Komunyakaa writing about war is that he is a veteran of war. Reading his poetry about combat is very different than reading Spahr’s works on war. Although both are Komunyakaa and Spahr are writing about the same war, their opinions are naturally very different.

As a veteran of the Vietnam War, Yusef Komunyakaa , neither condemns nor condones war throughout his poetry. Rather, he presents moments into the private lives of different soldiers in war, or after war. In “The Towers” Komunyakaa recalls two separate stories, in two separate columns that act as word art to represent the twin towers that were destroyed on 9/11. The first column, or tower, recalls what the people within the tower were doing at the time in which the plane crashed into it. As the poem progresses the reader is opened to individuals trying to understand and make sense of the events. The questions are much like Spahr’s – opposite, yet connected. “How can I forgive him?” connected with “Why does the dog bark when someone turns the doorknob?” Komunyakaa is memorializing the lives of those who fell victim in 9/11 in this poem. The poem within the next column brings us back to the awful memories of the rubble, the rescue dogs sniffing through the remains with a false hope of finding survivors, the people evacuating shuffling dazed and overwhelmed towards the Brooklyn Bridge.

Together, connected by their topics, both columns of “The Towers” work to remember and honor the victims. The victims are all shown to be connected to everyone else; the opposites are positioned right next to one another. Komunyakaa makes connections to Antiquity and the battles that took place there. He emphasizes a sort of attempt to escape fate. He reminds us that all of our lives were so quickly interrupted, never to be the same. Spahr might remind us that any loss of human life is an atrocity and indeed Komunyakaa makes this his point in his “The Towers”.

**Unfortunately, I was unable to find a copy of “The Towers” on the internet. If anyone stumbles across one please feel free to ad the link to the comment portion of this post. Thank you!

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