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Poetry for People Who Hate Poetry, a column by Ohio Poet Laureate Dave Lucas

Poetry for People Who Hate Poetry: Column 9

The most important hip-hop “crossover” event of my youth was not Aerosmith and Run-DMC or Anthrax and Public Enemy or even the Rage Against the Machine and Wu-Tang Clan tour. 

My own crossover happened in Mrs. Stuckey’s 11th grade British literature class, between John Milton and Bone Thugs-N-Harmony.

Because every teenager loves a rebel. Because even I—a not-particularly-rebellious adolescent—wanted to inhabit their words.

I admired the charismatic eloquence of Milton’s Satan. Against my better judgment, his cry—“Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell” (IV.75)—broke my heart. Just like Adam and Eve, I had been tempted.

But I had already fallen for Bone’s verbal acrobatics. Their rapid, melodic delivery and nearly indecipherable lyrics put Cleveland on the hip-hop map.

I had not expected to discover that the work of the blind English poet, dead for more than 300 years, could converse with the musicians whose lyrics I copied into my notebooks. 

And I remained unaware of the separate political and social contexts of their work. In my suburban, adolescent ignorance, I knew as little of Bone’s Cleveland as I did of Milton’s 17th-century England.

I knew the intersection of East 99th and St. Clair Avenue, in Cleveland’s Glenville neighborhood, only from Bone’s music videos. Or I knew the apocalyptic depiction on the cover of their 1995 album E. 1999 Eternal, with its images of skulls and smoking, burned-out buildings. 

I saw that cover in my mind when I first read Milton’s description, in Book I of Paradise Lost, of the Hell in which the fallen Satan finds himself:

The dismal Situation waste and wilde,
A Dungeon horrible, on all sides round
As one great Furnace flam’d, yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible           (I.60-3)

I was so preoccupied with the romance of the outlaw that I doubt it occurred to me then that Krayzie Bone had also described a kind of hell when he rapped, on “Creepin On Ah Come Up:”

                        Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin’ a bank to get rich
Ain’t ate in days so it ain’t no thing to click click, bitch, gimme your shit
[. . . ]
I be livin’ on the darkside
And I can’t escape, some say it’s a phase
If it is only way I’m gonna survive is if I play with my gauge

The assonant play of the long a and both short and long i sounds in those lines belies their sense of desperation, the matter-of-factness of “Ain’t ate in days.” 

Between Krayzie Bone’s “darkside” and Milton’s “darkness visible,” these lines try to see in—and see their way out of—the dark. They are at once concerned with the realities of this world and with questions about the otherworldly.

Indeed Bone Thugs-N-Harmony seemed to me as inspired by the shadow of the occult as by the stories of their streets. Milton invokes the “Heav’nly Muse” at the opening of Paradise Lost, asking for the Holy Spirit’s blessing on his endeavor “to justify the ways of God to man.” Bone makes a muse of the Ouija board instead in the incantatory lines:

Dear Mr. Ouija
I want to know my future
Will I die of murder?
Of bloody murder?

I did not yet know the word theodicy, but I had learned of the problem of evil, the question of why a benevolent God would allow evil to exist. I had asked those questions myself.

And when Layzie Bone raps, in “Tha Crossroads,” “And I asked the good Lord why / He sighed, he told me we live to die,” his words represent another attempt to justify—or at least to understand—the ways of God.

Such questions inform much of Bone’s music: the realities of systemic racism and poverty, police and gang violence—but also the potential to work toward a new reality. 

“The mind is its own place,” Milton’s Satan declares, “and in it self / Can make a Heav’n of Hell, a Hell of Heav’n” (1.233-4).  I had already heard a version of those lines, in Bizzy Bone’s verse on the original “Crossroad:” “To get where you headed / You must make a heaven of hell.”

I couldn’t have said this then—that I, as reader and listener, could be the point of contact between these artists. That anyone else could too.

I was only then learning that such contact is exactly why we read and listen. In the years to come I would seek that contact in everything I read and eventually in what I wrote myself.

Nor did I understand then that, for all I loved hip-hop, it did not belong to me—that I needed to listen as a guest listens in a house that has been opened to him.

Nevertheless, hip hop was my introduction to the wordplay and metaphor I would find later in other forms of poetry. The notion that a perfect line of verse should seem at once surprising and inevitable began for me in rap.

Milton and Bone together were responsible for my own crossover from hip-hop listener to poetry reader.

So when, years later, I read The Odyssey, I felt a homecoming of my own when King Alcinous welcomes Odysseus to his court, and asks him to tell of himself and his travels:

With what name
are you known to your people?
[. . .]
And also tell me of your country,
your people, and your city
[. . .]                                        come now, tell me
about your wanderings: describe the places,
the people, and the cities you have seen.   (8.550-51, 554-5, 571-3)

It was a homecoming because I had already heard Odysseus’ answer. I had heard it in Snoop Doggy Dogg’s “Who Am I (What’s My Name)?” and would hear it again in Eminem’s “My Name Is.” 

Those rappers likely borrowed the trope from Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five’s “Birthday Party,” the origin what became a hip-hop cliché: “Melle Mel and I’m here to say / I was born on the 15th day of May.”

Similarly, I had known versions of the feud between Beowulf and Unferth in the Old English epic. When the hero arrives at Heorot Hall to battle the monster Grendel, Unferth challenges him and mocks his courage.  Beowulf’s answer requires no mic to drop:

The fact is, Unferth, if you were truly
as keen or courageous as you claim to be
Grendel never would have got away with
such unchecked atrocity, attacks on your king  (589-92)

It’s not exactly “Ether,” but the verbal jousts of this exchange, the boastful back-and-forth of it brought to my mind the beefs between Dr. Dre and Eazy-E, Biggie and 2Pac, Nas and Jay-Z.

Even that term “crossover” has poetic roots in Ancient Greek and Latin. As we have seen, metaphor and translate are two words to describe the movement across or beyond a threshold.

So poems and songs bear us across the threshold of ourselves, and—if only for a moment—we get a glimpse of another world and a clearer eye to see our own.

ABOUT THE OHIO POET LAUREATE PROGRAM
The Ohio Poet Laureate has the opportunity to foster the art of poetry, encourage literacy and learning, address central issues relating to the humanities and heritage, and encourage the reading and writing of poetry across the state. 

Throughout a two-year term, the Ohio Poet Laureate undertakes a significant cultural project, such as bringing poetry to people or to a region of the state that might otherwise be underserved in this regard. The Ohio Poet Laureate engages a variety of constituencies, enriching the lives of residents by sharing and promoting poetry through public appearances, readings, workshops, and digital and social media.

ABOUT THE OHIO ARTS COUNCIL
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Article by Dave Lucas, Ohio Poet Laureate
Featured graphic by Katie Monahan, Communications Strategist

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