Enter your email address:


Leanne Brown

Sage Cohen

Bette Husted
What Divides Us

Sarah Sloat
Without Category

Patricia Weaver Francisco 

Roberta Ulrich
American Indians

Peter Rock

Robin Rinaldi
Self Knowledge

Ruth Madievsky
Medicine & The Arts

Franny Choi
Body Language

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Ebony Stewart
Sexual Health

Sonja Livingston
Hidden Lives

J.I. Kleinberg

Barbara Crooker

Shawnte Orion
Pop Culture

Amber Keyser

Yolanda Sanchez

Diane Lockward

Nahshon Cook

Maxine Sheets-Johnstone

Shawna Lemay

Fran Kimmel
Troubled Childhood

January Gill O'Neil
Marriage & Divorce

Erin Block
Wild Places

Currie Silver
The Art of Being

Paulann Petersen
Nature Inside & Out

Scott T. Starbuck
Activist Poetry

Shirley McPhillips
Poetry in the Everyday

Rick Campbell
Industrial Cities & Workers

Sandy Longhorn
Midwestern Rural Life

Sharon Bond Brown
Women's Ordinary Lives

Jeff Düngfelder
Absence & Silence

Valerie Savarie
Art Books

Valerie Wigglesworth & Ralph Swain

Ann Staley
Past & Present

Reb Livingston
Oracles & Dreams

Eduardo Gabrieloff
Latino Writers

Lisa Romeo
Personal Essays by Women

Mari L’Esperance
Mixed Heritage

Lee Lee
(Un)Natural Resources

Henry Hughes

Tracy Weil

Penelope Scambly Schott
Strong Women

Allyson Whipple
Roadtrips & Realizations

Hannah Stephenson

Blog Index
The journal that this archive was targeting has been deleted. Please update your configuration.
« J.I. Kleinberg on Finding | Main | Shawnte Orion on Pop Culture »

Barbara Crooker on Praise

Barbara Crooker is the author of six books of poetry: Radiance, Line Dance, More, Gold, Small Rain, and Selected Poems. She lives in rural Pennsylvania, and is the full-time caregiver of her son, who has autism. Praise is a central theme in much of her work.

"Thornton Wilder wrote, One of the duties of the spirit is joy, and I think that's one of my duties as a writer as well," says Crooker. "Despite a difficult life (first daughter died, first marriage dissolved as a result, third daughter suffered a traumatic brain injury at eighteen, and our son will never be able to take care of himself) I want to take Wendell Berry's words as my motto: Be joyful even though you have considered all of the facts. I hope that my work reflects this."

Crooker considers herself an "ardent environmentalist."

"Right now I'm thinking of Adam Zagajewski's Try to Praise the Mutilated World," she says, "and feeling an urgency to praise the things we are most in danger of losing: our fragile planet, our ecosystems, how everything connects. When I think about our age of greed, the never-ending wars, man-made climate change, my first impulse is despair. But then I turn to praise."

Barbara Crooker offers three good books on the theme of praise:

The Psalms of David
with illustrations by James S. Freemantle

When it comes to thinking about books where praise is a central focus, I think you can't do much better than the Psalms of David: 

"I will meditate on your wonderful works" (Psalm 145)

"In the heavens he has set a tent for the sun / which comes out like a bridegroom from his wedding canopy." (Psalm 19) 

"O Lord, how manifold are your works! / In wisdom you have made them all."

"You stretch out the heavens like a tent." (Psalm 104)

The Psalms also contain lamentations, pleas for help in time of tragedy and desolation, but then there are these great songs of rejoicing and praise. And when we praise, we pay attention, we focus on the details, we deepen our appreciation, especially of the natural world and all we stand to lose if we don't wake up. While I know that "poetry makes nothing happen" (Yeats), still, I'm hopeful. . . .

Leaves of Grass
by Walt Whitman

Who is more expansive in his praise than Walt ("I contain multitudes") Whitman?

From Leaves of Grass: "Others may praise what they like, / But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing, in art, or aught else, / Till it has well inhaled the atmosphere of this river—also the western prairie-scent, / And fully exudes it again." 

The Poetry Foundation writes about Whitman: "In Leaves of Grass (1855), he celebrated democracy, nature, love, and friendship. This monumental work chanted praises to the body as well as to the soul, and found beauty and reassurance even in death."  

Whitman's expansiveness embraced all of American life, both high culture and low. ("The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.") He focused on the minute, then widened his gaze to the heavens ("I believe a leaf of grass is no less / than the journey-work of the stars.").  And he sang the body electric: "I dote on myself that there is a lot of me and all so luscious."  Instead of the Bauhaus "less is more," Whitman believed that "more is more," and you can see this demonstrated in his long, looping, hard-to-take a breath lines.  

The Elementary Odes
by Pablo Neruda

If Whitman is the macrocosm, then Neruda is the microcosm. His Elementary Odes are much sparer, with short compressed lines almost like the distillate you might get when making brandy. His odes are a pleasure to read and teach because of their plethora of sensory details. But beyond that, I admire them because they go beyond surface decoration, mere lists of attributes, and take us someplace else. Neruda sings praises to everyday objects, like wine, tomatoes, corn, artichokes, lemons, salt, and transforms them into metaphors that ask the essential questions of our lives.

He captures the overlooked beauty of quotidian life, and makes it new.  On the tomato: "its remarkable amplitude and abundance. . . .the tomato offers its gift / of fiery color / and cool completeness." On the artichoke: "erect / in its battle-dress" "its scallop of  / scales" "armed force skirmish" "We taste of that /sweetness, / dismembering scale after scale. We eat of a halcyon paste: / it is as green as the artichoke heart." On a lemon: "a flashing made fruitage,  / the diminutive fire of a planet."  On salt: "the smallest / miniature / wave from the salt cellar / reveals to us / more than domestic whiteness; in it, we taste infinitude." 

That's what I want to do in my work, fall in love with what's in front of me, burnish it until it shines, and then go beyond minutiae to expand and explore larger issues.


Reader Comments

There are no comments for this journal entry. To create a new comment, use the form below.

PostPost a New Comment

Enter your information below to add a new comment.

My response is on my own website »
Author Email (optional):
Author URL (optional):
Some HTML allowed: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <code> <em> <i> <strike> <strong>