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The poet Willis Barnstone begins a poem with this line: "Why must I always see the death in things?" My poem would begin, "Why must I always see the metaphor in things?" If I have any intellectual strength it is in seeing connections between unlikely ideas, theories, and concepts. I sit in classes, in front of the television, in front of books and my brain constantly tries to see how what I donít understand relates to, is like, compares to things I already know about. Part of the poetic process is to be on the lookout constantly for these metaphors, these comparisons between unlike things constantly, as (in a metaphorical sense) a mechanic might hear a car coming down the street and from the noise of the engine discern a kind of secret knowledge, an awareness, that is lost on other hearers.
The strong arm of metaphor has led to statements like, "Thatís why schema theory is a kind of Swiss army knife" or "using consultation is like deciding whether to fix your own transmission". Also: good teaching is very often about finding metaphors that give students another way of relating new material to what they have already more or less experienced. The other day I was trying to explain how I expected a paper to be structured, and I found myself saying, "Remember when you came home late from a date and you built an argument to show your parents that coming home late was a perfectly reasonable, even inevitable occurrence given the circumstances?" Even telling stories about my teaching is a kind of metaphor: that is, Iím saying that my experience as a white male teaching in a small high school will be like the experience of my students.
Lakoff and Johnson (1980) spend much of their book talking about where metaphors come from, how they function in conversation, what their tie to underlying social structures might be. However, I read the book hungrily looking for some information about why metaphors serve a purpose that nothing else seems to for me. Finally, near the end I found this statement:
The reason we have focused so much on metaphor is that it unites reason and imagination. Reason, at the very least, involves categorization, entailment, and inference. Imagination, in one of its many aspects, involves seeing one kind of thing in terms of another kind of thingwhat we have called metaphorical thought.
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Love poems are the hardest for me to write: As Lakoff and Johnson say, metaphors are a way of talking about what is impossible to say. Water, moving or still, has been a device for poets before words were written. There is water moving in us, water falling on us, water which gives us life. When we give life, it essentially water which allows that. The poem "Water Music" is an attempt to say what is essentially un-sayable. Sixteen years of marriage, two children, separation, patience and forgiveness, macaroni and cheese, laughter and angry words. To even use the word "love" in this context is weak beyond saying. To say how grateful I am, and how profoundly knowing the woman I am married to has changed who I can be, goes beyond names. The metaphor I chose are the names of the bodies of water we have seen. The mighty Wabash, the Ohio, and the Connecticut all connect larger, special places. Trueís Brook in Meriden, New Hampshire, and the little Goose Pond just near our house in Canaan are more intimate, more ordinary, and are moving still without our seeing them, even as we have moved on, to somewhere. The metaphor tries to say, our love is like water. It is everywhere. It is inside us, and our children, and we cannot, no matter how far away dismiss the simple fact of the slow, beautiful power of water.
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tightening my tie,
pissed-off going to work,
I met my
three year old son,
smiles and seriousness,
and blond hair
who told me
he had an early
Christmas present for me,
ran downstairs and up
to hand me a blank
piece of paper.
He said, "Itís for Christmas,
but you can open
it, and you can use it
to type on or maybe draw
and you can
even do it at work."
for early Christmas,
I hand you this,
answer to the
silent demand for
something written or drawn,
to make you
late to work ,
and see yourself at three;
as a white piece of paper:
For sixteen years we've loved
beside the water: the Atlantic at Swampscott
the long sunset bay at Charlevoix,
the stream rushing
between boulders at True's Brook,
the muddy Connecticut, Goose Pond's
cold clarity, Newfound and Mascoma
the Wabash at Vincennes,
the Ohio at Rising Sun.
The sky is dark or brilliant,
shorelines ice or hot sand or cool granite,
the rivers like blood, like children, make their own path.
The names we have given water, in and out of our veins,
the waters rising and turning over,
the love between us all say:
"Remember the water:
it has changed and can never be the same,
it has always been the same and will never change."
What I Know
The way the green corn smudges into the sky
Still lit at 8:30 on a Saturday August night
Crossing from Vincennes to Bloomington.
The way back seat children tired and restless
Make small noises, the rosary of mileage
Through fingers, small houses abandoned
Beside rusting corn dryers, the windshields of
Junked dumptrucks glint
Through ragged screens of poplars.
If I lived here in the close distance of farms
I could tell the stories of wallpaper
Darkened by hands coming down stairs,
A roof that has leaked for years, only in the heaviest rains,
Not enough to drag the ladder from the barn,
Curtains moved in silence just before midnight.
The gas gauge leans towards E through towns
Whose Quik-Marts have closed at six.
Two hours ago we threw sticks
Into the Wabash at Vincennes,
Watched trains shuttle across a railroad bridge
Back and forth into Illinois.
Now the eighty degree
River stalls, hangs here in the air,
Colors condense to white, gray, and green,
Conversation hushes in speed and open windows,
Hair pulses unevenly at sixty miles an hour.
The closed lines of counties part, open themselves
To make this singular home
Moving up Route 36 in darkness.