Charles Simic grapples with an unexpected national title by Michael Scharf Photograph by Peter Gregoire The ConsidersPoet WHEN CHARLES SIMIC WAS NAMED thing is very far away, and we just came was melting. He has never been directly the 15th U.S. Poet Laureate this past sum- home from the market. We’re unloading a confrontational in the manner of Amiri mer,he was,at nearly 70,an eminent Amer- week’s worth of groceries.The phone rings Baraka, whose poem “Somebody Blew Up ican poet: the winner of a MacArthur out of the blue—and they tell you.” America” (2002) condemns a long list of Foundation “genius” grant and of the A sudden call where a mysterious “American terrorists,” or Allen Ginsberg, Pulitzer Prize for poetry for his 1989 “they” make a possibly life-changing pro- who asked outright “America when will collection The World Doesn’t End (Harvest). nouncement in the midst of a mundane you be angelic?” (in America, 1956) and ref- Still, he was surprised when the phone call task is characteristic of the “dark illumina- erenced everyone from Walt Whitman to came one morning to his New Hampshire tions and acrid comedy,” as New York Sun Richard Nixon. Yet Simic has, he says, home. “Early August, nothing is happen- critic Adam Kirsch has written, that won “pretty much endorsed that sense of the ing,”Simic (WSC ’67) recounts in a cadence Simic national recognition. The call gave poet who speaks truth to power.” not unlike his verse.“In the boonies, every- Simic pause not only because his ice cream In “The Lights Are On Everywhere,” 48 / SPRING 2008 / NYU etrs POET LAUREATE CHARLES SIMIC, NOTED FOR HIS CUTTING WIT, VISITED FLORENCE PRIME MEATS IN THE VILLAGE DURING A RECENT TRIP TO HIS OLD NEIGHBORHOOD. from his forthcoming collection That Little poetic approach to the Laureateship, which Once in America, Simic spent a year in Something (Harcourt), he writes: The he sees as more about how one comports Queens before moving with his family to Emperor must not be told night is coming. / His himself than any specific criticism or praise Chicago. After a brief time at the armies are chasing shadows, / Arresting whip- for the powers that be. “The thing about University of Chicago, he moved to poor-wills and hermit thrushes /And setting the role of the Poet Laureate so far, if you Greenwich Village in 1958 with the idea towns and villages on fire. // In the capital, they look back, is that everyone has behaved of being an artist. Although Simic was go around confiscating / Clocks and watches, very well as a figure of integrity,” Simic accepted at Columbia University,he could burning heretics / And painting the sunrise above says. “And right now we’re in a historical not make tuition. Instead, he painted in his the rooftops / So we can wish each other good moment where there’s not much integrity apartment while working at NYU Press. morning. around in government and other places.” “I basically took care of the mailing list,” The poem addresses power indirectly— Like his poetry, which is suggestive but he says, but the simple job inaugurated a the capital and the rooftops could be any- doesn’t name names, Simic implies that his longer relationship with the university.He where—but such lines are typical of a own manner of “speaking truth to power” soon moved to the payroll office, and after career-long concern with the ways individu- might be challenge enough. a stint in the U.S.Army,returned to it and als get blown about by the currents of histo- But it is also possible, looking at his life enrolled at NYU to complete his under- ry.For a poet like Simic,an honor tied to one and work, to read Simic’s Laureateship graduate degree in Russian literature. of the most muscular institutions on earth symbolically as the Library of Congress’s It was affordable, with his employee dis- required that he think about the nature of way of endorsing a certain vision of count, and classes were just a couple doors the post, and what it would down from his office. demand of him, and then call Simic has never been directly By 1970, after stints in an early them back. computer banking division and at The Laureateship has always confrontational...but he has, he says, Aperture magazine, Simic had been something of an ambigu- published two books and married ous post. It began in 1937 as “pretty much endorsed that sense of Helen Dubin,a clothing designer. “Consultant in Poetry to the the poet who speaks truth to power.” They had no intention of leaving Library of Congress”—when New York—until his work Robert Lowell (1947-48) and gained greater recognition and later Elizabeth Bishop (1949-50) held it— America—one that celebrates heterogene- invitations to teach at colleges and universities and supposed little official function. The ity and an open view on the world. As flooded in from across the country.“The idea current name was decreed by an act of only the second Laureate not born in the of teaching had never crossed my mind, since Congress in 1985, possibly as a way United States, United Kingdom, or I only have a B.A.,” He recalls.“But we had a of bringing the post into line with that of Canada, Simic’s tenure defies a time of kid,and life had become really complicated in Britain, which has had a Laureate at least closing borders. As he continues in “The the city.So we decided,‘what the hell.’”After since Ben Jonson in 1616. But it wasn’t Lights Are On Everywhere,” The rooster three years at California State University at until Robert Pinsky’s unprecedented three brought in chains is crowing, / The flowers in Hayward, Simic took a job at the University consecutive one-year terms in the 1990s the garden have been forced to stay open, / And of New Hampshire in 1973, where he’s now that the position gained prominence in still, dark stains spread over the palace floors / a professor emeritus. Accolades slowly built the United States. Pinsky’s “Favorite Poem Which no amount of scrubbing will wipe away. up, with the MacArthur fellowship—today Project”—a book and video anthology of Like Joseph Brodsky—the Russian- worth $500,000—coming in 1984. It was a ordinary Americans selecting and reading born Laureate who served in the early breakthrough financially, and also in terms of their favorite poems—became synony- 1990s—Simic has witnessed “dark stains” notoriety. mous with the post, and with the feel- firsthand. Born in 1938 in Belgrade, he While the Laureateship might be seen good side of the Clinton administration. arrived in the United States in 1954, at the as the most prominent of accolades, a title No Laureate since has really entered the age of 16, having emigrated with his par- effectively declaring the poet a national national consciousness in the same way. ents and younger brother from a war- treasure, there’s no danger that the atten- Those at the Library of Congress were scarred homeland via Paris. While WWII tion will affect the sense of place and per- quick to assure Simic that “it’s an honor, and its aftermath play a mostly back- spective Simic developed as a boy in the not a job,” and he has decided, like ground role in his verse, he treats that tumultuous years following the war.As he Laureates before him, to define his year in period of his life directly in a 2000 mem- writes in A Fly in the Soup—of his child- his own way.One of his goals is to endorse oir, A Fly in the Soup (University of hood self watching citizens of Paris with books that make finding and reading poet- Michigan Press), in which he writes, not proper papers walk past his refugee fami- ry easier, including Poems of New York without humor, of his family’s nightmar- ly—“I knew something they didn’t, some- (Everyman’s Library), a celebrated antholo- ish experience during the bombing of thing hard to come by unless history gives gy of known and unknown poets from the Belgrade, of the murderous factions that you a good kick in the ass: how superflu- 19th century to the present. Otherwise, the followed in its wake, and of their displace- ous and insignificant in any grand scheme writer seems to have transferred his oblique ment after the war. mere individuals are!” 50 / SPRING 2008 / NYU ST. THOMAS AQUINAS THAT LITTLE (from The Book of Gods and Devils, 1990) SOMETHING I left parts of myself everywhere (from That Little Something, 2008) The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas for Li-Young Lee Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck. The likelihood of ever finding it is small. I was on a park bench asleep. It’s like being accosted by a woman It was like the Art of Ancient Egypt. And asked to help her look for a pearl I didn’t wish to bestir myself. She lost right here in the street. I made my long shadow take the evening train. She could be making it all up, “We give death to a child when we give it a doll,” Even her tears, you say to yourself, Said the woman who had read Djuna Barnes. As you search under your feet, We whispered all night. She had traveled to darkest Africa. Thinking, Not in a million years.