Reading the
poem “On the Metro” by C.K. Williams
(1936-2015) I couldn’t help but wonder if the working-class subway riders in
New York City get more life experience than the rich who have personal drivers.
There is a default intimacy between everyone who rides the train, especially
during the rush hour, when it’s so jammed people stand so close to one another they can hear each other breathe. When it’s less crowded and seats are
available, there is another kind of intimacy when you sit next to someone:
you can peak at what they are reading or watching on their electronic devices.
“On the
metro, I have to ask a young woman to move the packages beside her to make room
for me;
she’s
reading, her foot propped on the seat in front of her, and barely looks up as
she pulls them to her.
I sit, take
out my own book – Cioran, The Temptation to Exist – and notice her glancing up from
hers
To take in
the title of mine, and then, as Gombrowicz puts it, she ‘affirms herself physically’”
Williams
uses long and prosaic lines describing a scene on the train, and then offers
highbrow commentary on it. He identifies himself as a reader of Emil Cioran, a
Romanian philosopher who was known for writing about existentialism with a tint
of pessimism, and then Williams quotes Witold Gombrowicz, a Polish playwright
who was known for deep psychological analyses in his works.
Some find
Williams to be verbose and even patronizing, but I don’t see how anything or
anyone on the New York subway can be described in just a few words, so the
verbosity works. Name dropping can certainly be taken as patronizing, but why
would anyone reading philosophy hide it? When I was reading Darwin, Marx, or
Freud in the past, I myself have almost flaunted the books when reading on the
train. I’m always curious to see what others are reading. Once I got into a
brief conversation with a guy who was reading Cheryl Strayed’s Wild because I’d
just read it and loved it, and we exchanged a few thoughts about the book’s existential
themes.
“She leans
back now, and as the train rocks and her arm brushes mine she doesn’t pull it
away;
she seems
to be allowing our surfaces to unite: the fine hairs on both our forearms, sensitive,
alive,
achingly
alive, bring news of someone touched, someone sensed, and thus acknowledged,
known.”
Williams
nails what it’s like to have your arms or legs inadvertently touching with
another subway rider, and how sometimes neither you nor the other person pulls
back. That is the ultimate experience of humanity that I think those who’ve
never taken the subway totally miss out on in their lives. If it’s not imposing
or inappropriate – which does happen occasionally – sometimes an unintentional
touch on the train can be a temporary comfort.
Reading “Poem of Night” by Galway Kinnell
(1927-2014) I couldn’t help but wonder about the last time I lied awake next to
a lover asleep, me overwhelmed with the feeling of unity hearing both of our
breathing patterns in sync. In the poem, Kinnell watches himself gaze at a
lover sleeping next to him.
“I move my
hand over
slopes,
falls, lumps of sight
Lashes
barely able to be touched…
Muffled a
little, barely cloaked
Zygoma,
maxillary, turbinate.”
Kinnell uses
anatomical terminology to describe facial features: zygoma is a cheek bone,
maxillary is a part of jawbones, and turbinate is a nasal shell. There is a raw
honesty these technical words bring to the poem, which is characteristic of Kinnell’s
other work.
“I put my
hand
On the side
of your face
You lean
your head a little
Into my
hand -- and so,
I know you’re
a dormouse
Taken up in
winter sleep,
A lonely
stunned weight.”
The usage
of second-person narrative – “You lean your head” – makes the poem even more
intimate than it already is. Comparison to a dormouse invokes fragility, and
nurture the poet intends. We are most vulnerable when we are asleep, and it
takes trust to fall asleep next to someone.
“You lie
here now in your physicalness
This
beautiful degree of reality.”
Those two
lines gets me the most. Kinnell states the obvious, but the way he states it
echoes a kind of answer to all the great questions of humanity. Why are we
here? What if we are here to love?
Not all people feel the same way and they might see things differently which could be either negative or positive. Of course the world would be a much better place for everyone if we showed love to each other and cared for each others. But we don't do that and that's why there are so many problems in the world which could have been prevented if we showed love and care for others.
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