Crisis on Infinite Earths, Issues 1-12
By Bethany Schultz Hurst
I.
I’m at a poetry convention and wish I were at Comic Con. Everyone is wearing
boring T-shirts.
When I give the lady my name, she prints it wrong onto the name tag. I spell it and
she gets it wrong again. Let’s be honest: it’s still my fault.
II.
Japanese tsunami debris
is starting to wash up
on the Pacific shore. At first,
they trace back the soccer balls,
motorcycles, return them
to their owners. That won’t last.
There are millions more tons.
Good news for beachcombers,
Begins one news article.
III.
In the ‘30s, William Moulton Marston invented the polygraph and also Wonder
Woman. She had her own lie detector, a Lasso of Truth. She could squeeze the
truth right out of anyone.
Then things got confusing for superheroes. The Universe accordioned out
into a Multiverse. Too many writers penned conflicting origin stories. Super
strengths came and went. Sometimes Wonder Woman held the Lasso of Truth, and
sometimes she was just holding an ordinary rope.
IV.
Grandma was doing the dishes
when a cockatiel flew in the open window
and landed on her shoulder.
This was after the wildfire
Took a bunch of houses.
Maybe the bird was a refugee,
But it shat everywhere
and nipped. She tried a while
to find to whom it belonged,
finally gave it away.
Then she found out
it was worth $800.
V.
Yeah, so there are a lot of birds
in poems these days.
So what? When I get nervous
I like to think of their bones,
So hollow not even pity or
regret is stashed inside,
their bones some kind
of invisible-making machine.
VI.
Is that black Lab loping down the street the one someone called for all last night?
Phae-ton, Ja-cob, An-gel, or Ra-chel, depending on how near or far the man
dopplered to my window.
VII.
I can’t decide which is more truthful, to say I’m sorry or that’s too bad.
VIII.
One family is living in a trailer
Next to their burned-out house.
It looks like they are having fun
Gathered around the campfire.
The chimney still stands
Like something that doesn’t
Know when to lie down.
Each driveway on the street
displays an address on a
large cardboard swath, since
there’s nowhere else to post
the numbers. It’s too soon
for me to be driving by like this.
IX.
Crisis on Infinite Earths (1985) cleared up 50 years of DC comic inconsistency, undid
The messy idea of the Multiverse. It took 12 issues to contain the disaster. Then
surviving superheroes, like Wonder Woman, relaunched with a better idea of who
they were. The dead stayed dead.
Now the Universe is divided neatly into pre- and post-Crisis.
X.
I confess stupid things I’m sorry for:
-saying that mean thing about the nice teacher
-farting in the swimming pool
-in graduate school telling everyone how delicious blueberry-flavored
coffee from 7-11 was
-posing for photographs next to beached debris.
How didn’t I know everyone like shade-grown fair-trade organic?
XI.
I wish I could spin around so fast that when I stopped, I’d have a new name.
XII.
Here’s a corner section
Of a house washed up
On the shore, walls still
Nailed together. Some bottles,
Intact, are nesting inside.
I wasn’t expecting this: ordinary
Things. To be able to smell
Someone else’s cherry-flavored
cough syrup. There is
no rope strong enough
to put this back together.
To escape meltdown
At Fukushima-1, starfish
and algae have hitched rides.
They are invasive. What if
they are radioactive? Thank
Goodness for the seagulls,
coming to peck out
everything’s eyes.
I think the poet here is paying homage deliberately to Wallace Stevens and "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird," a poem about the essential questions of poetry itself. Compare:
ReplyDeleteVII.
I can’t decide which is more truthful, to say I’m sorry or that’s too bad.
to:
V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
In the latter excerpt from Stevens, he is debating an issue raised here in this video: is poetry about the beauty and power of its sounds cascading off each other (the "whistling'), or is it intended to be analyzed as text on the page after the initial exposure (the "innuendo").
I think these two poems could be taught together to get students thinking about these sorts of questions. Thanks for introducing this one--I've never seen it before!
-Alex H.