Poetry Friday: Lucille Clifton, Children's Author

Tomorrow is 100,000 Poets for Change day, all across the world! Check out the international poster gallery here.

In Baltimore, the date just happens to coincide -- lucky for us -- with the annual Baltimore Book Festival. What better way to honor Poets for Change than with a tribute to Lucille Clifton, who died in 2010.  Her work is a powerful voice for women, for children, for people of color, and for the urban experience. Thanks to CityLit Project, Little Patuxent Review and my co-host, poet Virginia Crawford, for making this tribute discussion and reading possible.

Our event poster, designed by LPR design editor Deb Dulin.

A few weeks ago, I posted about Clifton's new Collected Poems, 1965-2010. I predict it will be an award-winner.

Although she is known as a major American poet, Clifton also authored over a dozen books for children. Her daughter, Alexia Clifton, will be participating in tomorrow's tribute. I asked Alexia about her mother's books for kids.

Hi Laura! 

Hi, Alexia!

 

1. Your mother was a prolific children’s author, yet she is better known for her poetry than for her children’s books. Why do you think that is? Which is your favorite of your mother’s books for children and why?

 

I think that with poetry, Mommy was able to tap into our need for shared human experiences, or "human-ness" as she would say, in a way that other forms of writing simply can't.  I also believe that as I aged, I paid more attention to her poetry than I did the children's books.  As children, my siblings and I were very aware of the books for children and of Mom coming up to schools or doing readings at various libraries.  My favorite is "Some of The Days of Everett Anderson" because it was the first one I remember reading on my own and I just loved the way it flowed. 

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2. The Boy Who Didn’t Believe in Spring was a favorite at our house when our kids were young. I especially appreciate the portrayal of a boy who has a chip on his shoulder, but who is also very much a young boy. I love the book’s surprise ending, how King Shabazz finds spring. Why was it important to your mother to write about urban kids like King Shabazz?

It was always important to Mommy that her children see their reflections in books. She wanted people in urban cities to be able to point to books and tell their children, "see, he's/she's like you!".  We spent a lot of time reading or at libraries as children and always had references that we could identify with.

This book has a great surprise ending.

3. I’m looking at the dialogue, where King says to his friend Tony Polito, “’Everybody talkin bout Spring comin, and Spring just round the corner. I’m going to go round there and see what do I see.’” I noticed that “talkin,” “bout” and “comin” would typically have an apostrophe to show the dropped letter.

As a poet, I see the choice not to add punctuation here as a political statement. This is how King Shabazz speaks. He’s not shortening the word “about” intentionally, to sound cool or street. This is how the word “about” sounds in his neighborhood, among his friends. There’s real dignity and respect for the child as a full person in that small choice. Can you talk about that?

Thanks, she would appreciate your comments about that. One of the things that Mommy always talked about was being realistic. She said that children, in particular, can spot something that is inauthentic and that she wouldn't dishonor them in that way.  She had six children and so was constantly surrounded by conversations and insights from and about kids.  She was also wise enough to know that all children don't speak that way and to respect that as well.  Very often she said, "my commitment is to the story or the poem, not to the storyteller."  She was one heck of a role model.

 

4. From what experiences did your mother draw her characters, such as King Shabazz and Everett Anderson? I imagine that these characters, especially Everett Anderson who stars in a more than a half dozen picture books, became like real people.

This book covers one year of Everett Anderson's life, a poem for each month.

I can remember Mommy saying that when the first Everett Anderson book was published, my brother (her youngest son) was 6 like Everett.  I'm sure that was significant for her though the character isn't based on either of my brothers.

She was always a great observer of life and of people and I think that the characters she wrote about are combinations of lots of types that she was familiar with.  In fact, as kids, we would find ourselves looking at other people and saying, "he reminds me of Everett Anderson" or if their were very relatable characters in children's books, asking, "did Mommy write this?" Pretty funny.

 

5. In her poetry and her books for kids, your mother was a master at the small, but telling detail. I’m thinking of the poem “November” from Everett Anderson’s Year, which is a Thanksgiving prayer. It includes the lines, “thank you for Mama and turkey and fun,/ thank you for Daddy wherever he is.” How would you describe your mother’s ability to say so much in a so few words?

We are as awed by Mommy's ability to do that as everyone else!  I do not remember a time when she couldn't. I've been told that I have a little bit of that gift as well but don't bet on it :-)  

Mommy was a very complex person in a lot of ways and I think that there was a lot of thought that went into her perceived simplicity.  She was a combination of so many things and witness to so many pivotal periods of history and I believe that must have informed who she was.  Authentic and genuine connection was very important to her; and as it turns out, important to us all.

Thanks for stopping by, Alexia. I look forward to tomorrow's event and we're all thrilled that you can participate.

Alexia Clifton

Alexia “Lexi” Clifton is the owner of No Sweat Fitness, Inc. a personal training and fitness studio located in Baltimore. With over twenty years of experience and four national certifications, she enjoys volunteering with First Lady Michelle Obama’s “Let's Move” initiative and “Marathon Kids,” organizations that are dedicated to fighting childhood obesity.

She is her parents’ fourth daughter and youngest child, and has inherited her mother love of reading and her father’s love of physical fitness. She enjoys spending time with her friends and family and is humbled and proud to be a part of her mother's extraordinary legacy. Alexia currently resides in Columbia, Maryland.

Enjoy your Poetry Friday, everyone. For more poetry and more multicultural books, head over to Paper Tigers, our host this week.

Poetry Friday: Not Wasabi, Wabi Sabi

Welcome to Poetry Friday. Pull up a chair. Let me pour you a cup of green tea.

"A warm heavy bowl/ comfortable as an old friend --/ not fine, smooth china."

Today, we are visiting with Mark Reibstein, who wrote one of my favorite poetic picture books, WABI SABI.

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Wabi Sabi is a cultural concept with roots in Japan. One of the simplest definitions I could find is this: wabi sabi is the art of finding beauty in imperfection.

It is not the same thing as wasabi, the hot green mustard served with sushi and memorable guest star on Annoying Orange.

One of the reasons that I love WABI SABI, aside from the gorgeous artwork and lovely poetry, is what the book says, subtly, about labels.

Wabi Sabi is a little cat who goes on a quest to learn the meaning of her name. One of the things she finds out on her journey is that labels [smart, pretty, mean, dirty, poor, kind] are never complex enough to capture the essence of a place, a thing, or a especially a person.

Here are Five Questions for Mark Reibstein:

1. Hi, Mark. How did you learn about wabi sabi? Explain why the topic was a good fit for a children’s picture book.

When I was living in Kyoto, I met another American, and she was studying tea ceremony. She told me that in her training, everyone always talked about whether things were wabi sabi or not, and she tried to explain this sophisticated idea -- kind of like a sense of nature, in things -- or more specifically, a wistful appreciation for something as beautiful, due to its aging and imperfection.  On the one hand, this sounded paradoxical and complex.  On the other hand, I thought I had always had a sense of something very close to that all my life, if not exactly it.

I was intrigued and began asking all of my English language students -- Japanese doctors, housewives, business men and women, students, etc. -- what wabi sabi was.  They all began, "That's hard to explain," and then they gave me something -- a haiku, a story, an explanation -- and these responses became the book.

Because wabi sabi is an aesthetic concept, I felt it needed visual expression to be complete, and I was interested in what an artist could add to my story. The story came to me simply (perhaps because I had gotten a cat and named her Wabi Sabi), and Ed Young's pictures have such wonderful tactile appeal, so that I am told there are even two-year-olds who want this book read to them every night, even as the book seeks to appeal philosophically to the adults doing the reading.

I feel as though we succeeded in expressing that feeling which I've had my whole life, even if we may not have done justice to the whole of wabi sabi's esoteric background in Japanese culture.  In a way, the paradox of expressing a complex sensibility in a children's book is itself an attempt to achieve wabi sabi elegance, as both Ed and I were trying to capture the beauty of simplicity.

2. Names can be a powerful force in children’s lives – knowing the story of one’s name, having a nickname, sharing a name with a family member. How did you connect a cat’s search for the meaning of her name with the process of understanding wabi sabi?

When the Japanese people would repeat, "That's hard to explain," I always wondered if they were really telling me, "You're not Japanese -- you'll never get something so central to our culture."  I related, therefore, to the cat's journey because I was living in Japan purely out of  the love-inspired curiosity I had developed for the culture -- so in that sense, Wabi the cat's and my own journey were outward ones.

But just as I felt wabi sabi was something I had always known, my trying to understand it was an was inward journey, too -- relating to my own identity.  In fact, all my fascination with Japan came from that feeling of connection to something there, embodied in the aesthetics. It was different from what I'd grown up with in America, yet it spoke to me.  Wabi Sabi's humble revelation, when she comes to understand her name well enough to return home satisfied, was my own experience of living in Japan for two years, journeying outwardly and inwardly, sensing and finding connections.  Perhaps it was also the journey of the real Wabi Sabi, who was missing for about a week once (we don't know that it's not a true story!)

3. Why did you decide on this form – some prose, some haiku? I’m curious as to whether you think of the book as an extended haibun poem.

Yes, haibun was a great discovery. Basho used that form for his travel journals, with haiku representing moments of heightened awareness, so the form is perfect for Wabi's philosophical and physical journey.

"The cat's tail twitching/ she watches her master, still/ waiting in silence."

I originally had only the one famous frog-in-the-pond Basho haiku in the story, but Ed Young's first reaction to my text was to ask me to send him the ideogram for "haiku."  I didn't know why, but a light went off for me: "Haiku!  Simple elegance!" and I wrote a draft that was all haiku.  An editor suggested I go back to the original form, but then I tried haibun, and the same editor agreed that the perfect balance had been struck.

4. Tell us how you felt when you first saw the artwork for the book. It is amazingly tactile. Do you have a favorite spread?

I had intended my text to be an invitation for an artist to realize my concept, but also his/her own, and it was deeply satisfying to see Ed Young do both with such breathtaking elegance. I love the image of Kosho, the monkey, offering tea to Wabi Sabi.  He appears to be coming out of the tree  -- a stunning realization of my own subtle suggestion of that, in the text.

Mosho is a macaque. (www.animalphotos.info)

The gentle power of Kosho's gaze is something I recognized in Ed Young himself, but there's also an intensity of emotion there, going beyond the colorful, skillful ease already there in his first set of pictures (which never made it to press). That image captures what I think we were both offering readers in this book -- something of value, something of depth.  

5. What have you learned from writing haiku/haibun and writing about Japanese culture that you have taken into your writing practice? (By the way, I love how the book’s non-traditional layout -- it opens so the pages spread from top to bottom -- immediately breaks English readers out of our cultural expectations.)

The non-traditional layout was Ed's idea.  In fact, he was talked down by the publisher from even more ambitious (and costly) designs!

I insisted on the Japanese text in the book -- the inclusion of classic haiku and the involvement of a Japanese haiku scholar. It always struck me as strange, when I was in Japan, that there was English written on everything. Japanese seemed to me to be the far more beautiful language, graphically -- I thought things should be vice-versa, with hiragana or katakana decorating our goods!  But what I really wanted was for this book to be in dialogue with Japanese culture -- a Westerner reacting to it, trying an idea on for size, playing with it -- maybe creating something new.

Hiragana table from Wikipedia.

As a Chinese-American who grew up in China, Ed brings his own sensibility, where East meets West. Some Japanese have reacted to our book on wabi sabi as an American might to foreigners writing about Thanksgiving -- but our intentions were more about engagement than definitive explanation, and many Japanese have appreciated that and the book.  Many Westerners like how the book opens up a new way (for us) to understand beauty.  No feedback pleases me more than hearing about people who, after reading the book, do what my friend, the student of tea ceremony in Kyoto, did: they find wabi sabi everywhere -- using a new name for something they knew was there all along.

Mark Reibstein is an English teacher in California.

Thanks for the great conversation, Mark! I want to thank author and artist Christy Hale for introducing us.

Today's Poetry Friday host is Renee at No Water River. Thanks for doing the poetry post round-up, Renee!