Major Jackson is the kind of poet who’s difficult to categorize. He's not a "poet's poet," whatever that means. He's not a follwer of trends or ideologies or fixed aesthetics. Though he's well-known as a member of The Dark Room Collective (an African-American reading series founded in 1988 by Thomas Sayers Ellis and Sharan Strange to promote writers of color), Jackson writes from a place of quiet observation—the guy at the party who’s connected to everyone, engaged in every conversation, and somehow wrapped in a private, almost Dickinsonian self-consciousness, giving his work genuine degrees of sophistication. His three books of poetry—Leaving Saturn (2002), Hoops (2006), and 2010’s Holding Company—catalog the panorama of the American experience. He writes not only of growing up on the ball yards and street corners of Philadelphia, but also of race, history, politics, philosophy, pop-culture, and the arts. In "White Power," the fourth poem in Holding Company, Jackson, in the space of five short lines, creates and sustains a political and cultural tension that not only refuses polemics, but is also aware of itself in the moment of its utterance: "I was twirling a cauliflower floret, / lost in Lewis's wardrobe of pallid trees, / considering my country's longing for homogenized milk / & bags of tube socks from Walmart, / which felt cancerous." Through it all, Jackson is a poet of cadences, of form, of vicious appetites and wide-ranging expressions.
When I interviewed Jackson this fall we discussed a host of topics, including his latest book Holding Company, pop-culture, narrative vs. lyric poetry, and how recursion is a badass writing tool.
The Fiddleback: Your latest book, Holding Company, is comprised of eighty, ten-line poems that present a structural departure from the narrative-driven poems in your first two collections, Leaving Saturn and Hoops. Were you simply looking for a change of pace or did you find something lacking in the narrative form?
Major Jackson: After a stint of teaching over the course of a few years without the pleasure of composing poems with any sort of steady regimen, I had been awarded a year-long fellowship to write unencumbered at the Radcliffe Institute. As always the case with me, I have a pattern of reaction when such boons arrive which is great exhilaration at having been rewarded and recognized for my work, followed by an overwhelming sense of debilitation and dread that I will produce a scant amount of poems or none at all. Somehow this fear of being exposed as a fraud, or worse, of being inferior to the blessed calling of writing verse, has driven me to read and absorb a great deal of poetry and to embark on writing projects that reflexively teach me something about the art. It’s a kind of obsessive learning in which my pen becomes my tutor. I have the most edifying moments when I am composing a poem.
So, after having been given an assignment to write a ten-line poem by Cave Canem, Inc. on the anniversary of its 10th anniversary, I embarked on my next great lesson and frankly became enamored with the swiftness of thinking and associative leaps inside the short lyric poem. At that time, narrative-driven poems were still important to me, but I really am a creature of curiosity, and believe that we grow when we explore the various modalities of writing poetry rather than limiting ourselves to one standard of style or practice. I could say too it’s a belief in writing poetry as a spiritual, life-long practice, where breathing and contemplating inside language attunes us to a greater self and awareness.
I want to grow inside the art, which is a long-winded way of saying, yes, I wanted a change. Writing poetry in different modes has allowed me to renew and fortify my relationship to the art, and by extension, to time. I’m talking about living.
By the way, narrative poems are often robust and textured, so I never find anything lacking when I write a narrative-lyric poem. The question is: how lean should the framing story be? or how efficient is the poem’s contextualization? With the tight, restrained lyric one relies on language to insinuate context or to demolish it all together and hopefully to take flight into song.
The Fiddleback: For me, the meditative and lyrical quality of the poems uniquely illustrates the fragmentary nature of the digital age. Did you consciously try to capture something of the postmodern condition? Is it possible for anyone writing poems in this century to avoid commenting on our collective distractedness?
MJ: I guess it goes without saying that it is impossible not to be psychically affected by our splintered reality; maybe it is inevitable that our imaginative works have embedded in them an allegory of our existence. Philosopher Herbert Marcuse believed as much, and more that “art itself is transformed as part of the superstructure.” But then again, he was a Marxist, who believe the individual is always set in relation to production, machinery, modes of power, and so forth. So it’s not surprising.
However, I do not endow such power to the fragment. I fight it; when I was younger I railed that to write a poem of fragmentation was an overt act of privilege and explicit statement of leisure. Those saddled by economic and social challenges, in contrast, do not have the luxury of exalting fragmentation or the post-modern condition; many begin there, are mired in meaninglessness, in fact, many want to move away from the indeterminate void. Thus, their works aim for wholeness. I am not so polemical, anymore.
That’s a curious phrase, collective distractedness, for it idealizes a foregone period in which our lives were simple, and neither technology nor media had such a grip on our lives. A moral judgment is immediately dispensed prima facie with that phrase, which gives me pause. It also has me wonder to what extent we are damaging our ability to meditate and cogitate on that which matters.
And yet, I am not sure if the poem is the ultimate antidote, but it might serve as a counteraction, indeed, if more people made reading a poem a daily practice, with the belief that quiet, attentive reading is as important as the break-neck pace of modern life, and read more for contemplative wonder than some hallmark truth, for the basic act of meditation and attentiveness rather than for some answer to life's quandaries, read for the delight in being engaged by language rather than simply for seeking mere objective beauty.
I think you’re right, though. The age we live implicates all of us and all that we create and desire; and no art is without context. Poems, by design and function, fundamentally haunt the matrixes of social, economic, and digital systems by which we organize our lives. It’s Stevens jar, is it not?
The Fiddleback: Because of its lyrical intensity and unique form, Holding Company reminds me of John Berryman’s The Dream Songs. Is this just my connection, or would you cite Berryman as an influence?
...political poems have to avoid sheer polemics and street sloganeering, (and for that matter, too, pure aestheticism), that is, go to that most daring of artistic representations, which is the stark human soul...
MJ: Pretty Lights, St. Petersberg String Quartet, Carolina Chocolate Drops, Thievery Corporation, The Budos Band. I am looking forward to listening to Rihanna’s new album. Grisbi’s remake of Bjork’s Army of Me is nice. Kid Cudi is sick. Lupe Fiasco’s Lasers is hot. And of course, always in rotation, Pharrell, Kanye, Mos Def, Common, Jay Z.
The Fiddleback: On that same note, what books are you currently reading?
MJ: Slavoj Zizek’s Living in the End Times. I’m still catching up to Anne Carson. Russian poetry for a project I’m working on.
The Fiddleback: Recursion is another device used frequently in the book. Images such as “knotholes” and “broken ground” repeat throughout the four sections. The final poem, “Forecast,” is largely an amalgam of previous lines and images as if to capstone the book as a whole. Did you set out to create this kind of interconnectedness from the start, or did you discover the patterns while writing?
MJ: To be honest, I was teaching Ted Berrigan’s Sonnets, and was like, damn, that’s sweet. There are also other patterns like getting my first name into poems, anagrams of friends names. It was fun to embed some codes for future readers to decipher.
Major Jackson is the author of Hoops and Leaving Saturn, a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award. His latest book, Holding Company, was published last year by W.W. Norton & Company. He is poetry editor at The Harvard Review and lives in South Burlington, Vermont. For more information, visit his website: MajorJackson.com
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