Diving into the blue hole
DIVING INTO THE BLUE HOLE
What bold, black,
wolf-ticket-selling thought of the day
is taking you where?
The answer, of
course, is to the agony of cognition.
Or, to quote from the text of the sermon
"You and me…we're like two divers tethered to each
other, dropping down into an underwater cave. What they call a blue hole.
….
"You're losing me, Lincoln."
"Oh, you're with me.
You know what's at the bottom of that hole?"
"What?"
"The truth."
Greg Iles, Mississippi
Blood, page 29.
You and I as readers of America's
literature shall never arrive at the
truth. We will come close to a truth,
but the truth evades us in the forward and backward motions of critical duration. At least that is the fib I need to bootleg.
Pragmatic evasion.
So,
today in response to an email from a brilliant friend, I dive toward an ekphrastic poem---"Ode to the Happy Negro
Hugging the Flag in Robert Colescott's 'George Washington Carver Crossing the
Delaware' " by Anais Duplan (posted in POEM OF THE DAY, January 23, 2018). A truth is an onion in want of peeling. And
how you shall do the peeling is yet
to be discovered.
What
trickster flash of spirit decided to signify and send this chore? The forms of things unknown are very deep in
the blue hole of historical remembering and recovering stuff. There is something in Duplan's poem which is
at once about the erotic and the religious as well as about African American
naming practice back in the day when a male child might be marked off as GEORGE
WASHINGTON, VICTOR EMMANUEL, LINCOLN, or
JEFFERSON without benefit of guilt. What relevance has John Donne's standing in a
sonnet from another world, begging his God to batter his heart? There is something in the flash of Spirit and
spirit that is uncertain and entangled.
Do I gaze upon Emmanuel Leutz's "George Washington Crossing the Delaware" (reproduced on the cover
of the 1998 edition of Ishmael Reed's Flight
to Canada ) or on George Caleb Bingham's "Washington Crossing the
Delaware" (1871), which is a sign of ideological intentions, to swim
toward a tentative understanding of the satire in Robert Colescott's
"George Washington Carver Crossing the Delaware: Page from an American
History Textbook" (1974-75)? That is but one question. There are dozens of
other questions in art history, political history, and literary history waiting
for the condemnation of an answer.
Despite lingering doubt about the veracity of Wikipedia,
it is there I surf to discover
tidbits of information about Robert Colescott. To discover that
it is not a waste to juxtapose Anais Duplan with Angela Anais Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y
Culmell and sketch invisible lines between New Orleans, California, Cuba, and
France in an exercise that ought to be done in digital humanities. Duplan and
Nin conspire. Not a waste but a poetic opportunity for meditating on our
nation's unique histories of unhappy Negroes.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. January 23, 2018
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