{"id":2645,"date":"2010-10-22T17:00:58","date_gmt":"2010-10-22T21:00:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lanternreview.com\/blog\/?p=2645"},"modified":"2016-04-20T19:19:24","modified_gmt":"2016-04-21T02:19:24","slug":"weekly-prompt-negative-space","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lanternreview.com\/blog\/2010\/10\/22\/weekly-prompt-negative-space\/","title":{"rendered":"Weekly Prompt: Negative Space"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/lanternreview.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/NegativeSpace.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2658\" title=\"NegativeSpace\" src=\"http:\/\/lanternreview.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/NegativeSpace.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"359\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lanternreview.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/NegativeSpace.jpg 500w, https:\/\/www.lanternreview.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/NegativeSpace-300x215.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I have been discussing some of Susan Sontag&#8217;s thoughts on photography with the students in my First Year Composition classes lately, and her comments about the way that photographic images fragment our modern sense of reality have made me think about how the same ideas might apply to poetry.\u00a0 Though our sense of the &#8220;real&#8221; in reading a poem is more diffused than the expectation of strict verisimilitude that we have in looking at photographs, a poem can, in some way, still be thought of as a lens or a frame through which we are given a curated glimpse into an event, thought, or world.<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->That poetry often operates by means of drawing the reader&#8217;s attention to particular images also means that the poet, like the photographer, has the power to privilege certain pieces of information over others.\u00a0 Our received records of history are often read into, and drawn from, the text of poems (however fairly or unfairly).\u00a0 How many history textbooks illustrate, for example, the pathos of Lincoln&#8217;s death with an excerpt of Whitman&#8217;s &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.bartleby.com\/142\/192.html\">When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom&#8217;d<\/a>&#8220;?\u00a0 Or the sense of collective disillusionment that pervaded the post WWI era, with Eliot&#8217;s &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.columbia.edu\/itc\/tc\/scfu4016\/hollow.html\">The Hollow Men<\/a>&#8220;?\u00a0 This is not to take issue, of course, with the integration of literature into the teaching of history.\u00a0 Poetry and fiction can serve as important cultural artifacts.\u00a0 The difficulty, I think, lies in the temptation to take a poem as a <em>full <\/em>or <em>whole<\/em> accounting of a particular historical narrative, when\u2014just as with any piece of literature\u2014no poem can (nor should it) reasonably attempt to encompass an event.\u00a0 A poem, like a photograph, is simply a frame by which we are given a glimpse into a particular moment.\u00a0 And the poet in particular, because of the tightness of gaze necessitated by his or her craft, resides within the same sort of obsession with detail that Sontag describes in photographs:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">&#8220;In the view that defines us as modern, there are an infinite number of details. Photographs are details. Therefore, photographs seem like life. To be modern is to live, entranced, by the savage autonomy of the detail&#8221; (from &#8220;Photography: A Little Summa,&#8221; in <a href=\"http:\/\/us.macmillan.com\/atthesametime\"><em>At the Same Time<\/em><\/a>).<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>As with every curated image or set of images, there are always people and actions and objects that reside in the negative space, and outside the frame.\u00a0 And as people of color, our eyes are constantly trained upon that negative space. I remember how, during my first Asian American History class in college, Prof. Gordon Chang directed our attention to a <a href=\"http:\/\/s4.hubimg.com\/u\/26707_f520.jpg\">painting of the Stanford family<\/a>.\u00a0 He was not interested in the main subjects of the painting\u2014the railroad magnate and his well-dressed companions, picnicking on a lawn\u2014but in a barely discernable figure in the background, a man whose face was half in shadow: the Stanfords&#8217; clearly non-white (more specifically, Chang argues, Chinese) house servant.\u00a0 Writing ourselves into the canon, or looking for ourselves in the spaces of images and poems and stories that are blurred or out of focus, is a practice in which we engage on a daily basis, and one which is important, not only to the telling of history, but to the meaning and vitality of our craft.<\/p>\n<p>Today&#8217;s prompt has two options:<\/p>\n<p><strong>1. Write an ekphrastic poem that engages with the negative space of a photograph or painting.\u00a0 What might be going on that is unseen?\u00a0 Who might be behind walls or milling in a dark background?\u00a0\u00a0 What are their names, and stories?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>2. Write a poem that engages with the &#8220;negative space&#8221; of another poem.\u00a0 Who has been left out of the poetic &#8220;frame&#8221;?\u00a0 Who lurks at the corners of the original poem&#8217;s images and syntax?\u00a0 Why are they left out of the space of the poem?\u00a0 How might the poem have unfolded differently, if told in that person&#8217;s or those people&#8217;s voice(s)?<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have been discussing some of Susan Sontag&#8217;s thoughts on photography with the students in my First Year Composition classes lately, and her comments about the way that photographic images fragment our modern sense of reality have made me think about how the same ideas might apply to poetry.\u00a0 Though our sense of the &#8220;real&#8221; [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0},"categories":[13],"tags":[240,433,72,432,71],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lanternreview.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2645"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lanternreview.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lanternreview.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lanternreview.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lanternreview.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2645"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/www.lanternreview.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2645\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7462,"href":"https:\/\/www.lanternreview.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2645\/revisions\/7462"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lanternreview.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2645"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lanternreview.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2645"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lanternreview.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2645"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}