Why We Write: Chris Abani’s “Ode to Joy”
I’ve just finished reading Chris Abani’s Kalakuta Republic – an amazing, heart-rending, terrifying, and for me, ulitmately a tranformative collection of poems which grew out of his time spent as a political prisoner in Nigeria between 1985 and 1991. How does one take such horrific experiences and psychological trauma and transform it into something else, something more powerful than pain?
Ode to Joy
John James, 14,
refused to serve his conscience up
to indict an innocent man.
Handcuffed to chair, they tacked his penis
to the table
with a six inch nail
and left him thereto drip
to death
3 days later.Risking death, an act insignificant
in the face of this child’s courage
we sang:Oje wai wai,
Moje oje wai, wai.Incensed,
they went
on a
killing rampage.Guns
knives
truncheonseven canisters of tear gas,
fired close up or
directly into mouths, will
take the back
of
your head off
and many men
died singing
that night.Notes caught
surprised,
suspended
as the blows bloodied mouths,
clotting into silence.~ Chris Abani, Kalakuta Republic
When I read this poem, I was transported there — right into the depths of hell with all these voices rising, giving up the only thing they had in protest, in defiance, in honor, in rage, in respect. Perhaps this is the real heart of poetry, to lift your voice and speak, even at the risk of your own life. To me the whole book became more than simply a document or an artifact of a particular time or moment. More than an object to be considered purely for its craft or for its cultural import. Rather, each poem was a voice yearning against the form it had been cast — there is more here, they each seemed to say, more here than can be held in these lines. Like old clay vessels on the verge of bursting, and yet holding together, their beauty born on the edge of destruction.
March 3rd, 2006 at 8:46 am
Neil,
You are on target here. And this sort of poem would mean less if you did not in some small way know the poet. Poetry like this is improved by our knowledge of the context and person from which it springs. We all know the words. Not one is really new to our comprehension– even the foreign language is not truly foreign to the reader. No gloss is needed for the words. It is the feeling, the emotion based on personal experience or familiarity with the context that makes this work so powerfully.
Ken