Nini Bennett. Presidente en hulle poësie
Friday, February 19th, 2021
Die jongste wêreldnuus aan die poësiefront is die 22-jarige Amanda Gorman se voordrag van haar gedig, “The hill we climb”, tydens die presidensiële inhuldiging van Joe Biden, die 46 ste president van die VSA op 20 Januarie 2021. Gorman het in haar hoedanigheid as poet laureate opgetree. Dié begaafde jong digter, ’n inwoner van Los Angeles, was in 2017 die nasionale jeug-poet laureate. Sy is tans ’n sosiologie-student aan die Harvard-universiteit. Gorman is tot op hede die jongste digter wie dié eer te beurt geval het. Demokrate soos John F. Kennedy, Bill Clinton en Barack Obama het ook poet laureates tydens hulle inhuldigingsplegtighede gehad. Gorman sluit, met haar 5-minute lange gedig, aan by haar ikoniese voorgangers soos Robert Frost, Maya Angelou en Elizabeth Alexander. Maar net twee weke voor hierdie historiese dag het gewelddadige Trump-ondersteuners die Capitol in Washington DC bestorm met vlae, pypbomme en galgtoue. In Gorman se gedig doen sy ’n oproep tot nasionale eenheid, besinning en verandering – met die troos dat Amerika se demokrasie wel seergekry het en tydelik “vertraag” is, maar steeds ’n baken van hoop is wat nooit sal verdwyn nie. Die waarderende tweets het onmiddellik ingestroom, onder meer van Oprah Winfrey, Michelle Obama, Hillary Clinton en die aktivis en politikus, Stacey Abrahams. Gorman se debuut, The one for whom food is not enough het in 2015 verskyn.
Tyd vlieg inderdaad, en ’n mens dink onwillekeurig aan die dag toe Donald Trump ingesweer is as president, op 20 Januarie 2017. Met dié verskil: Trump het nie ’n poet laureate gehuur nie. Nee, hierdie president het dae nadat hy sy amp aanvaar het, ’n liriek, “The snake”, tydens politieke byeenkomste voorgelees – dieselfde liriek wat hy (heel dreigend) tydens verkiesingsveldtogte gelees het. In sy nuuswekker vra Louis Esterhuizen, na analogie van ’n berig in The Atlantic, tereg waar die digters tydens Trump se inhuldigingseremonie was – en of die tradisie van poet laureates dan net ’n gebruik is wat Demokrate aanhang? https://versindaba.co.za/tag/presidensiele-inhuldiging/?fbclid=IwAR0_O_VNJcDeh58L4I4m6PpOG3BB4Su2V7fa9rzff63US5eK0OiT8SkCAEo
Wys Trump sy misnoeë met bestaande en gerespekteerde protokol só? Wel, dít is dalk lig gestel. Trump het net een (gunsteling) “gedig”, wat inderwaarheid ’n liriek is, genaamd “The snake”, soos reeds genoem. En die voormalige prez sélf het dit tot vervelens toe voorgelees. Die verdraaide vertolking van die liriek was ’n waarskuwing aan die burgery oor die gevare verbonde aan onwettige immigrante, maar die teks kan ook as metafoor van Trump se presidensie gelees word. Dit handel in kort oor ’n vrou wat ’n slang, wat buite verkluim, in haar huis inneem en versorg. Die slang pik dan sy weldoener met ’n dodelike gif. Die liriek is oorspronklik in 1968 deur Al Wilson geskryf, en volgens die burgerregte-aktivis, Oscar Brown dui die lied op die viering van die swart kultuur en gepaardgaande die verwerping van rassisme. Brown se (oorlewende) kinders het Trump gewaarsku om die liriek nie te te demoniseer nie, waarop Trump onderneem het om die voordrag daarvan te staak – maar hy het steeds voortgegaan.
Geen poet laureate vir Donald Trump nie: hy het gesorg dat hy die kollig opeis, hý alleen, op verskeie geleenthede. O, en het hy dit nie geniet om sy ‘bangmaakgedig’ te lees nie! Eers sal hy sy leesbril opsit, ernstig, outoritêr, en met groot fanfare begin lees terwyl hy huiwer voor die argaïese en fleurige taalgebruik in die liriek-vers. Mens kan sien hoe hy die naderende klimaks van die slangfabel geniet…met ’n donker, dramatiese stem stuur hy af op die selfverduidelikende kadens, en die gelaaide stilte ná die voorlesing laat die volle implikasie van die verradelike slang vir eers by sy luisteraars insink.
The snake
On her way to work one morning
Down the path alongside the lake
A tender-hearted woman saw a poor half-frozen snake
His pretty colored skin had been all frosted with the dew
“Oh well,” she cried, “I’ll take you in and I’ll take care of you”
“Take me in oh tender woman
Take me in, for heaven’s sake
Take me in oh tender woman,” sighed the snake
She wrapped him up all cozy in a curvature of silk
And then laid him by the fireside with some honey and some milk
Now she hurried home from work that night as soon as she arrived
She found that pretty snake she’d taken in had been revived
“Take me in, oh tender woman
Take me in, for heaven’s sake
Take me in oh tender woman,” sighed the snake
Now she clutched him to her bosom, “You’re so beautiful,” she cried
“But if I hadn’t brought you in by now you might have died”
Now she stroked his pretty skin and then she kissed and held him tight
But instead of saying thanks, that snake gave her a vicious bite
“Take me in, oh tender woman
Take me in, for heaven’s sake
Take me in oh tender woman,” sighed the snake
“I saved you,” cried that woman
“And you’ve bit me even, why?
You know your bite is poisonous and now I’m going to die”
“Oh shut up, silly woman,” said the reptile with a grin
“You knew damn well I was a snake before you took me in
”Take me in, oh tender woman
Take me in, for heaven’s sake
Take me in oh tender woman,“ sighed the snake
Joe Biden se gunsteling digters is van Ierse afkoms, waarskynlik omdat die president self van Ierse herkoms is. Hy het deur die jare by herhaling die Nobelpryswenner, Seamus Heaney, aangehaal, wat terloops ook Bill Clinton se gunsteling digter is. Heaney se werk leen hom wonderlik tot politieke toesprake, het Biden per geleentheid gesê.
History says
Don’t hope on this side of the grave
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up
And hope and history rhyme.
(Soos aangehaal uit Heaney se 1991-drama, The cure at Troy.)
Maar dit was egter William Butler Yeats se gedigte wat die jong Biden voor die spieël geresiteer het om van sy hakkelprobleem ontslae te raak – ’n raakpunt wat Amanda Gorman met Biden deel, want as kind het sy ook gesukkel met ’n spraakprobleem. As jy leer om bewus te raak van die uitspraak van woorde, raak jy ingestel op die fynere nuanses van klank; dit het my voorberei vir my rol as storieverteller en voordragkunstenaar, het die jong digter bevestig. Gorman se styl herinner aan die performance poetry ter plaatse, en na my mening kan die digter en die gedig tydens die presidensiële inhuldiging nie van mekaar geskei word nie. Die gedig kan ook as ’n soort kanonisering van performance poetry gesien word. Gorman se manier van lees/voordra is besonder ekspressief. Hier volg die volledige gedig:
The hill we climb
When day comes we ask ourselves,
where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
The loss we carry,
a sea we must wade
We’ve braved the belly of the beast
We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace
And the norms and notions
of what just is
Isn’t always just-ice
And yet the dawn is ours
before we knew it
Somehow we do it
Somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed
a nation that isn’t broken
but simply unfinished
We the successors of a country and a time
Where a skinny Black girl
descended from slaves and raised by a single mother
can dream of becoming president
only to find herself reciting for one
And yes we are far from polished
far from pristine
but that doesn’t mean we are
striving to form a union that is perfect
We are striving to forge a union with purpose
To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and
conditions of man
And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us
but what stands before us
We close the divide because we know, to put our future first,
we must first put our differences aside
We lay down our arms
so we can reach out our arms
to one another
We seek harm to none and harmony for all
Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true:
That even as we grieved, we grew
That even as we hurt, we hoped
That even as we tired, we tried
That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious
Not because we will never again know defeat
but because we will never again sow division
Scripture tells us to envision
that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree
And no one shall make them afraid
If we’re to live up to our own time
Then victory won’t lie in the blade
But in all the bridges we’ve made
That is the promise to glade
The hill we climb
If only we dare
It’s because being American is more than a pride we inherit,
it’s the past we step into
and how we repair it
We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation
rather than share it
Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy
And this effort very nearly succeeded
But while democracy can be periodically delayed
it can never be permanently defeated
In this truth
in this faith we trust
For while we have our eyes on the future
history has its eyes on us
This is the era of just redemption
We feared at its inception
We did not feel prepared to be the heirs
of such a terrifying hour
but within it we found the power
to author a new chapter
To offer hope and laughter to ourselves
So while once we asked,
how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?
Now we assert
How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?
We will not march back to what was
but move to what shall be
A country that is bruised but whole,
benevolent but bold,
fierce and free
We will not be turned around
or interrupted by intimidation
because we know our inaction and inertia
will be the inheritance of the next generation
Our blunders become their burdens
But one thing is certain:
If we merge mercy with might,
and might with right,
then love becomes our legacy
and change our children’s birthright
So let us leave behind a country
better than the one we were left with
Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest,
we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one
We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west,
we will rise from the windswept northeast
where our forefathers first realized revolution
We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states,
we will rise from the sunbaked south
We will rebuild, reconcile and recover
and every known nook of our nation and
every corner called our country,
our people diverse and beautiful will emerge,
battered and beautiful
When day comes we step out of the shade,
aflame and unafraid
The new dawn blooms as we free it
For there is always light,
if only we’re brave enough to see it
If only we’re brave enough to be it
Die presidensiële inhuldiging met die versoenende tema “America united” was ’n rasende sukses. Die navrae het dadelik ingestroom: wanneer, en waar is Gorman se werk te koop? Binne dae het Gorman se prenteboek, The change we sing asook die bundel, The hill we climb, wat September vanjaar verwag word, na die boonste twee plekke op Amazon.com opgeskuif. En ja: Die jong digter is ambisieus – sy het in ’n onderhoud met die New York Times genoem dat sy in 2036 gaan terug wees as presidensiële kandidaat.
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