Monday, May 15, 2017

How Does This World

In pieces; that's how this world does.

In a deceptively simple poem titled "In Vain," Jack Kerouac has a beautiful image:

"The windowshade string upon
            the hand bible
In vain—"

I discovered this poem while prepping for Modern Poetry; it is the voice of a somber, haunted, poet Kerouac rather than the road-delirious, live-for-the-moment novelist Kerouac that emerges in these lines, each image "in vain," whether highbrow or low, distant or at-hand. It is the voice of a poet trying to make meaning; the voice of a poet asking, "How does this world?"

It is a collage. It is in-the-making, imperfect, working its imperfections into the whole. It is tactile and immediate, present tense despite the absence (or rather, the implication) of the verb "is" throughout the poem. The implication of a motel room in those things—"windowshade string" and "hand bible"—evokes Kerouac on the road, but exhausted beyond sleep, wondering what it's all for. Wondering how does this world.

It feels almost absurd, but this isn't far from anything Emily Dickinson does in her poems, as well. "How does this world" could be her question, explored in nearly two thousand poems.

Over the next few blog entries, unless I go off one some interesting tangent, I hope to explore some of pieces that comprise the endless answer to "how does this world."

See the complete Kerouac poem here:
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/vain

1 comment:

  1. __ Some words have different meanings -Vain, and Right- are just two, sorry to be too wordy. Smiles. _m

    The left foot
    In the right shoe,
    Words in vain,
    As one would do
    But
    Right is correct,
    In two words's of pain
    Sounds that reflect
    Are diction's bane.

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