BE A HERO! Put your time and energy to work and help make a difference in our community! Consider joining Mountain Pride Media's Board of Directors or one of its Committees. |NTERESTED?? Contact Roland Palmer at rfpvt@together.net jthe hast prize forgoutstanding _ , BE PART OF THE SOLUTION ver wonder where the Rubik's Cube really came from’? Try Budapest! In 1974, a man named Erno Rubik invented the Cube. After winning , To learn more about: - HIV testing - Benefits of knowing your HIV status - Treatment, support and counseling options Coll Vermont AIDS Hotline I-800-882-AIDS I llL»\l_-I-I IY \'l’l\“-l().\'Tl§KE 2( )1() Bv ERNIE MCLEOD e all have gaps in our reading. One of my bigger ones - as far as contemporary queer writings go — was Adrienne Rich, whose name I’d known for years but whose work I’d never explored. I was _ prompted to at least partially fill this gap afier hearing Rich read from her poetry in October at Middlebury College. In addition to being one of the most important poets of our time, Rich is also an influen- tial feminist theorist. It’s hard to think of another queer writer whose collected work more fully integrates the ‘poetic with the political, or who has received more mainstream attention with- out shying away from topics the . mainstream would rather leave silenced. Rich believes that “jus- tice and creativity have some- thing intrinsically in common.” Or, as one critic put it: “Rich insists that poetry be of use in the actual lives of actual human beings.” Rich’s appearance at Middlebury followed on the heels of Edward Albee’s address to the college on the state of the arts (see 0ITM’s November QC). Though their work shares few "similarities, because they are held in similarly high esteem and are contemporaries (Albee was born in 1928; Rich, in 1929), I couldn’t help but draw comparisons. Albee was invited to give what was essentially a political speech; the actual words in his generally apo- litical plays were, for the time he was at the podium, irrelevant. Rich, on the other hand — aside from brief commentary here and there — only read from her poetry. Yet, in a strange way, her mes-. sage seemed at least as political as Albee’s. I say in a strange way, because the poems were less overtly political than I expected, given Rich’s reputation. Perhaps that’s because, as Margaret Atwood said of Rich’s break- through early work: “Her book is not a manifesto, though it sub- sumes manifestoes; nor is it a proclamation, though it makes proclamations.” What most struck me at Rich’s reading was a palpable » feeling — among the hundreds of us squeezed into a small auditori- um — that we were in the pres- ence of someone who had some- thing important to say about now. People leaned forward, anxious to connect her poetic imagery with these drifting-towards-war times. Rich - a tiny, delicate-appearing woman with a strong, sparkling gaze — seemed to appreciate the audience’s reverence and her own power, yet without a trace of arrogance. In interviews she’s queer elas \\§g%e said that she feels hugely privi- leged to be able to do her work and that she’s keenly aware of the responsibility that comes with A such privilege. Whether poetry has the power to make a diflference in a culture that seems more attention- deficit-disordered than ever (my term, not Rich’s) is open to debate. Rich worries that in the US poetry — not unlike politics ~ is falsely perceived as having “nothing to do with the hard core of things,” incomprehensible to all but the elite. What people took away from her Middlebury read- ing undoubtedly varied from lis- tener to listener. This listener felt enriched (no pun intended) but incomplete, the desire to engage with Rich’s work — and with what it had to say about the times in which we live — more powerful than the capability to do so. Which made me want to puzzle over it on the page. Though Adrienne Rich garnered critical attention shortly after graduating from Radcliffe in - 1951- when W.H. Auden selected her first book, A Change of World, for the Yale Younger Poets Prize — her place at the forefront of queer letters was carved only gradually. Her early poems were hailed for their “chiseled formal- ism” and “restrained emotional content.” In other words, for their adherence to tradition — specifi- cally, male tradition. In 1953, Rich married a Harvard economist and in quick succession had three sons. In her book On Lies, Secrets, and Silence: Selected Prose I966- 1978, she analyzes the tension between creativeimpulse and family responsibility: “to be a female human being trying to ful- fill traditional female functions in a traditional way is in direct con- flict with the_subversive function of the imagination in those years I always felt the conflict as a failure of love in myself.” Rich sjcs: continued this balancing act through the ’50s and early ’60s, maintaining a conventional fami- ly life while earning additional praise for her second collection of poetry, which too followed a male-sanctioned path. It wasn’t until 1963 — with the publication of her third book, Snapshots of a Daughter- in-Law — that Rich broke free of tradition, artistically at least, and . began to establish a voice unique- ly her own. Her lauded formalism became fragmented, honestly reflecting the process of a woman writing amid the demands of rais- ing a family. Snapshots is now recognized as the watershed tran- sitional moment in Rich’s career, but at the time many critics — pri- marily male, of course — dis- missed it. Even a relatively recent review of Rich’s work comments: “Many readers never forgave her transfonnation from lyric poet to feminist prophet.” One imagines these readers would’ve been hap- pier if the “feminist prophet” had stuck to writing poems entirely unrelated to her real life: “univer- sal” lies passing as profundity. In the 1970s Rich’s commitment to writing ‘fdirectly and overtly as a woman, out of a woman’s body and experience” became stronger in her poetry and essays alike. This shift in her artistry coincided with the bur- geoning women’s movement and the development of a lesbian feminist consciousness, as well as a shifi in Rich’s personal life. “The suppressed lesbian I had been carrying in me since adoles- cence began to stretch her limbs,” she wrote. Since 1976 she has lived with the writer and editor Michelle Cliff. Rich’s career since the 1970s is too complex to be neatly summarized, her thinking too multifaceted to be reduced to a sound bite. The poet Richard Hass, looking for a poem to help him sort through violence in Kosovo and at Columbine, chose Rich’s “Shattered Head” from her collection Midnight Salvage. “One of the things that distin- guishes her art,” he writes, “is a restless need to confront difficul- ty, a refusal to be easily appeased.” Rich,'in a 1999 inter- view with Michael Klein, said the poetry that most interests her has “a field of energy. It’s intellectual and moral and political and sexu- al and sensual — all of that fer- menting together.” In the same interview she was asked how a young lesbian poet today, already out, might find her place in the arts. Tellingly, Rich answered with a question that bent into this open-ended statement: “There has to be a kind of resistance to the already offered clichés, and I think that that’s something every good poet has to make up for her- self or himself — how to do that.” One thing Rich doesn’t support — though she feels partially respon- siblc for the tendency — is suc- cumbing to the “demon of the personal,” which celebrates only personal feelings and experience, leading to a “commoditized ver- sion of humanity.”—- Perhaps what I ultimate- ly gained from Rich’s reading is a sense of the importance of being true to one’s personal experience without becoming mired in the self. It’s a point that was driven home to me later, when I read her poem “In Those Years,” which begins: “In those years, people will say, we lost track / of the meaning of we, of you / we found ourselves / reduced to I / and the whole thing became / silly, ironic, terrible.” Written in 1991, about an earlier era, it stands as a time- less warning. V Ernie McLeod is a native Vermonter who reads and writes — in Middlebury You can write to him at mcleod@middlebury. edu