Tomorrow I'll be up at MIT, not discussing IQ, but doing this:
Coates will read from his first novel,
set before, during and after the Civil War,
told through a series of voices those of slaves
and former slaves, of slave owners, and more.
he will speak about how
creating those voices led him to
think about the idea of the writer's voice
and what it takes to create stories that are not just read, but remembered.
I know all words come from preexisting words
and divide until our pronouncements develop selves.
The small dog barking at the darkness has something to say
about the way we live. I'd rather have what my daddy calls
"skrimp." He says "discrete" and means the street
just out of sight. Not what you see, but what you perceive:
that's poetry. Not the noise, but its rhythm; an arrangement
of derangements; I'll eat you to live: that's poetry.
I wish I glowed like a brown-skinned pregnant woman.
I wish I could weep the way my teacher did as he read us
Molly Bloom's soliloquy of yes. When I kiss my wife,
sometimes I taste her caution...
If you follow my obsession with George Eliot's language the invocation of "greedy of clutch," my thing for Jane Awesome and her observation that "with a book, he was regardless of time," or Doctorow or Carolyn Forche or basically anyone I've written about here in the past few years, you will notice an obsession with "Not what you see, but what you perceive."
I was out in Pittsburgh recently and got to hang with Terrance and his brilliant wife Yona. The three of us go back aways--to Howard, D.C. and discomfiting workshops with Yusef Komunyakaa. I think I've mentioned that my career as an aspiring writer began with MCing and the proceeding to poetry. You might even argue that it includes the djimbe. All of these things are sort of the same thing.
I was telling Yona and Terrance why I gave up poetry--I basically came to feel that it required a level of talent that I didn't have. But they were insistent that I had not. I understand that better now.I have natural affection not for "what you see, but "what you perceive," in "the street out of sight."
Delving into fiction, my hope is to explore that impulse through voices of slaves and slaveholders. I'll basically be reading my experiments, my explorations tomorrow.