As I listened to her read the inaugural poem, "Praise Song for the Day: A Poem for Barack Obama's Presidential Inauguration," (32 pages), the camera cut away to show the masses leaving in what appeared to be an exodus from tragedy. Within ten minutes this arrived in my email:
God, what an audible THUD to a great speech by Obama when that poet came out and started reading her poem "Deer in the Headlights" from her collection "I Am A Robot: Emotions are for Ethnic People."I was asked if I were moved by the poem. I answered, “Yes, indeed I was. I moved to the kitchen.”
The poet laureate is paid $35, 000 a year for his or her services. When I was paid less than that as a teacher, I was busy all the time. When the school needed English taught, which was, strangely, every school day, I was there doing my job. Where was Kay Ryan?
While I agree this is a terribly petty salary to pay a poet (though much more than most poets make as most are paid nothing at all) Ms. Ryan is, nevertheless, a public employee paid with my tax dollars and, on that special occasion I expected the Poet Laureate of the United States to offer her well-crafted professional artistic services. I paid for it. I want it. My tax dollars at work.
But I do not blame Ms. Ryan. I do not know if Mr. Obama chose Elizabeth Alexander or if the chair of the Joint Congressional Committee on Inaugural Ceremonies, Senator Dianne Feinstein, chose her or if having Alexander read was the result of someone calling in a marker, but surely, someone must take up the gauntlet of repairing the damage she has done to poetry. Someone must pay.
Kay, I’m sorry, but your job just got harder.