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"Vivas for those who have failed": On the Influence of Philip Levine

8/11/2011

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I first read Philip Levine’s poetry in a creative writing workshop I took as a community college student in the fall of 1992.  I knew that I wanted to be a writer, and I wanted to be a novelist.  I wanted to write a generation-defining book, something like Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises meets Jack Kerouac’s On the Road.  I had no idea how to write poetry, and I cared little for it.  In the creative writing class, we had to write poems, and my first effort is laughably forgettable.  I don’t have a copy of the piece (thank God), but I do remember that it was about a rainstorm caused by Odin working at his forge (I don’t think Odin even has a forge).  I had a vague idea that poetry was supposed to be about big, epic things like gods and storms and mythology.

My teacher, Lynn Wallace (a Gulf Coast writer whose work I still admire) passed out copy of Philip Levine’s “What Work Is” one night in class.  I didn’t know anything about Levine, and I had no real idea about how to respond to poetry.  Growing up in the bayous of North Florida, I didn’t read much poetry, save what was taught in school:  Beowulf, Shakespeare’s sonnets, the occasional piece by Poe.  We read the poem aloud, talked about it, a bit, and moved on. I spent the next few years in college, trying to learn how to write and trying to write a novel.

I encountered Levine’s poetry again in graduate school. I’d taken a few poetry workshops along the way, and I had begun to think of myself as a poet.  I was drawn to the Beats, to Arthur Rimbaud, to T.S. Eliot, and a host of other writers whose work I considered “nonconformist” (a word I treated like a mantra back then).  My graduate thesis was going to be a book of poems, but I didn’t read a lot of contemporary poetry.  My thesis adviser, Laurie O’Brien, regularly berated me for my lack of knowledge about contemporary poetry, telling me rightly that if I didn’t read any contemporary poetry, I didn’t have a heck of a lot business writing it.  How could I expect readers if I didn’t read anyone else’s work?  So, one night, while my then-girlfriend and now wife, Heather, were browsing at the Pensacola Barnes and Noble, I picked up a copy of Philip Levine’s New Selected Poems, a book I took from the shelf only because I remembered Lynn Wallace’s workshop.

I distinctly remember being simultaneously entranced and excited by Levine’s work.  It wasn’t his diction (a plain-spoken line I’d never seen) nor his images (beautifully drawn and accurate) that drew me in.  Instead, I was taken with his subject matter:  working-class people in the factories of Detroit, where Levine came of age and later worked.  The realization that I could write about my life, too, now seems facile.  Of course poets write about their lives.  But I’d never encountered a poetry so honest about defeat and regret. Only later did I read Whitman and discover where Levine drew his epigraphy for “Silent in America”:  “Vivas for those who have failed.”  I’d never written a poem about bagging groceries at the Piggly Wiggly, where I worked throughout high school.  I’d never written about unloading a produce truck at 6:00 a.m., the work I did in junior college.  I’d never written about working the midnight shift at a coastal convenience store.  I’d never written about flipping burgers at Hardee’s (my first job).  In a very real way, Philip Levine’s poetry gave me permission to write about those things.  Gone were my Beatnik fantasies.  I didn’t need to live some life on the road to write poems.  I had a life worthy of poetry. Or, in another way, maybe I began to write poetry that made me see that life as worthy.

I began writing poems that imitated his plain-spoke, narrative style.  I tracked down most of his books, going so far as to order copies from Subterranean Books, a local Pensacola used book store.  I even wrote Levine a letter and enclosed some of my own work.  Graciously, he responded and gave me some advice about my writing.  He invited me to write back, and I regret that I never did.  I was too much in awe of my poetic idol; I didn’t know what I’d say.  But, now, I continue to write poems filled with the images of my coming-of-age on Florida’s Gulf Coast:  the dead-end mill towns, the shrimp trawlers, the limestone church parking lots, the boys with mosquito bites scarring their legs, the gray-faced men and women who pull 12-hours shifts working demeaning jobs.  All of these images are now politically-charged, but when I first began writing these poems, I wasn’t trying to make any statements about the working class.  I merely wanted to explore what I knew.  I discovered that what I thought I knew opened the door to the unknown, a lyrical terrain that still sustains me.

All of which is to say I couldn’t be more happy that Philip Levine has been named our nation’s poet laureate.  His is a gritty, honest poetry, accessible and true-to-life, all traits that has caused some to dismiss him.  Others like me, however, find a home in Levine’s work.  His voice is the voice of my father, telling me that it’s time to get up and go throw papers at 1:00 a.m.; his voice is the paper mill whistle sounding at 11:00 p.m.; his voices is the south breeze off the Gulf of Mexico, a salted wind that cuts and soothes.

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7/7/2014 04:40:34 pm

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