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Dana Gioia

Our coreligionist Dana Gioia — ex-General Foods executive, ex-NEA chairman, really good essayist/critic, pretty good poet — has a book due out next Tuesday, the 8th of May: Pity the Beautiful. Here’s one of the poems, which, though not one of his very best, takes a feeling I’ve felt while browsing through liturgical art in museums, and gives it an extra twist. I bet at least one or two of you out there can sympathize:

‘The Angel with the Broken Wing’

I am the Angel with the Broken Wing,
The one large statue in this quiet room.
The staff finds me too fierce, and so they shut
Faith’s ardor in this air-conditioned tomb.

The docents praise my elegant design
Above the chatter of the gallery.
Perhaps I am a masterpiece of sorts—
The perfect emblem of futility.

Mendoza carved me for a country church.
(His name’s forgotten now except by me.)
I stood beside a gilded altar where
The hopeless offered God their misery.

I heard their women whispering at my feet—
Prayers for the lost, the dying, and the dead.
Their candles stretched my shadows up the wall,
And I became the hunger that they fed.

I broke my left wing in the Revolution
(Even a saint can savor irony)
When troops were sent to vandalize the chapel.
They hit me once—almost apologetically.

For even the godless feel something in a church,
A twinge of hope, fear? Who knows what it is?
A trembling unaccounted by their laws,
An ancient memory they can’t dismiss.

There are so many things I must tell God!
The howling of the dammed can’t reach so high.
But I stand like a dead thing nailed to a perch,
A crippled saint against a painted sky.

Gioia’s also done a double-triolet, if you can believe that.

His interviews are always worth reading, and the ideas he expresses seem quite kongenial to Korrektiv. He knows a thing or two about trying to arrange marriages between money and art, and about cultivating patronage. He is a member of two groups — believing/practicing Catholics, and cultural Catholics (he’s of Sicilian and Mexican descent), and envisions a Catholic presence in American arts and letters that includes both groups. We might say he is interested not only in Catholic writers, but in Catholicish writers. JOB’s writing on Seamus Heaney has a similar spirit.

Here’s a short and pointed poem to punctuate this rambling post.

‘Unsaid’

So much of what we live goes on inside–
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid. What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters that we write our dead.

Comments

  1. Ho ho, this is good news, Angelico. Thanks for bringing it to my attention.

    I’ll be reviewing it for the day Job (the night Job being a much different thing)….

    Once upon a time I pretended to know something about him – but you have to subscribe to know what it is that I pretended to know.

    http://www.osv.com/OSVNewsweekly/OSVNewsweeklyRelatedArticles/tabid/7624/Default.aspx?tags=poetry-Joseph+O'Brien

    JOB

    • Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says:

      Our Sunday Visitor is a fine operation, but they should let you through the paywall if you can answer a riddle.

      I look forward to reading your fresh thoughts on the estimable Mr Gioia — or, at any rate, such thoughts as might be available for free public consumption. In a lot of his poems, Gioia strikes me as a sort of wholesome, worldly-successful, Latin/Californian practicing-Catholic Philip Larkin.

      • Tell me about it.

        Yes, there’s a bit of that I think.

        There’s also Frost’s alchemy of venacular-into-poetry. I’m having a mental block right now but he’s written a narrative poem which is the love child of Robert Frost and Flannery O’Conner – think “A Good Hired Man Is Hard to Find” and you get the idea.

        • Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says:

          Thanks for the tip. Frost and O’Connor sounds like two great tastes that might — just might — go great together.

          For what it’s worth:

          Philip Larkin’s ‘Money’

          Dana Gioia’s ‘Money’

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