I’m always trying to get people to go to the English-majorey events. There’s often free snacks and you get to watch your professors show off. No one I know went to last week’s Welcome Back get-together for creative writing posers. Your bad! You missed an excellent reading by Jonathan Holden, poetry professor here as well as former Kansas Poet Laureate. One poem made Elizabeth Dodd LOL — which is always great because she’s got the loudest, merriest, chirp in all of Kansas. As well as the snazziest pants. I’m posting here, uh, without permission, so, like, don’t tell Professor Holden, because he might get mad and he’s got those really intimidating eyebrows:
Why We Bombed Haiphong
When I bought bubble gum
to get new baseball cards,
the B-52 was everywhere you looked.
In my high school yearbook
the B-52 was voted "Most Popular"
and "Most Likely to Succeed."
The B-52 wold give you the finger
from hot cars. It laid rubber,
it spit, it went around in gangs,
it got its finger wet and sneered
about it. It beat the shit
out of fairies.
I remember it used to chase
Derek Remsen around at recess
every day. Caught, he’d scream
like a girl. Then the rest
of us pitched in and hit.
His poems capture both an emotion and the details that frame the emotion in a way that’s coherent and feels natural. The other thing is the sheer power of Holden’s readings. When he recites, he gets in this groove, this beat, with a loud deep voice. Ordinarily I wouldn’t think he had that kind of energy. But he really loves every poem he recites, and brings that out with his voice.
So, that’s what everyone missed. Except me. While the siren-song of Dodd’s dulcet mirth distracted everybody, I sat right next to the table at the back and ate all the white chocolate chip cookies. And I know this is a week old, but whatever; we’ve all had people to do and things to see.