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Mother Knows Best: "How to Build a Child"

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Sandra Simonds


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May 10, 2012

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A few weeks ago, my mom told me that she went to her local Barnes & Noble to buy a copy of Poetry magazine since I had a poem, "How to Build a Child," published in the April 2012 issue. Then, last week, I emailed her to ask her what she thought of the poem and what she thought of having a daughter who became a poet. Her reply was pretty short and she didn’t mention anything about the poem. She said, "I don't know, it does not make a difference what you do. One half of you seems to be on earth and the other half floating somewhere else in space but I am mostly happy that you are gainfully employed. I'm sorry that I can't come up with anything deeper!"

I think that my mom was excited and proud to buy the magazine in a store and by now she has a good understanding of how undervalued poetry is in our culture. Although I know she doesn't share in that sentiment (she's highly literate), it probably makes her nervous that I chose to write poetry. That she can actually go to a bookstore and buy something that includes my poetry has only happened a handful of times, and this outer indication of success, however small, is meaningful to her. At the same time, what she thought of the poem in the magazine remains an utter mystery so I've had to come up with my own theories.

During spring break last year, I went to the south of France to visit my grandmother (my mother's mother) and I took my two-year-old son, Ezekiel, since I wanted him to meet his great-grandmother. It is this trip, back to the "motherland," on which the poem that is included in Poetry is based.

When I think about what I wrote, it's really a poem about family lineage, about the idea of the "Wandering Jew," and it's much more about my mother than I had realized when I asked her what she thought of the poem. My mother left France for Israel in the late 1960s because she had been told that France wasn't a place for Jews to live, that Israel was the "true" homeland, and then in the late 1970s she left Israel with my father, finally ending up in Los Angeles.

My grandparents were very lucky to have survived the Holocaust, but the scars were passed down to my mother's generation and this, for my mother, took the form of breaking with France and all things French. She left and never really looked back. For all of its flaws, America has been a breath of fresh air for my mother, whereas France is the old "claustrophobic" country to which she never wanted to return.

But I think any poem is always a form of return as much as it looks to the future. I had realized that this poem was about the future (the futility of "building" a child) but I had been shortsighted in not seeing how much it is about the past. Walter Benjamin's "Angel of History" is a good visual metaphor, I think, for this pull of history in opposing directions: all of the groundlessness, the hopes, fears, excitements, disappointments, and our helplessness are embodied in this image that has always seemed particularly European to me.

The site of this poem is ultimately where the bloodlines and history intersect, since poetry must confront history in any way that it can, and we cannot do this without understanding our roots, even if the roots are debris. What else can we give our children?

I think of Celan, who also enters the poem, and his heartbreaking desire for his lost mother to speak, the play between silence and speech in poetry and in general, the white space and the words. My mother, who is particularly conscientious about answering my emails, blew me off, leaving my poem and interpretation of it to fill in the gaps.

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