{"id":825,"date":"2010-09-27T00:01:03","date_gmt":"2010-09-27T04:01:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2010\/09\/27\/major-jackson-roof-world\/"},"modified":"2010-09-26T18:50:13","modified_gmt":"2010-09-26T22:50:13","slug":"major-jackson-roof-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2010\/09\/27\/major-jackson-roof-world\/","title":{"rendered":"Major Jackson, &#8220;Roof of the World&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"image824\" src=\"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/major-jackson.jpg\" alt=\"major-jackson.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>I live on the roof of the world among the aerial<br \/>\nsimulacra of Things, among the faded: old tennis shoes,<br \/>\nvanished baseballs, heartbreak gritted with dirt. My mind<br \/>\nflickers like lightning in a cloud. I&#8217;m networked<br \/>\nbeholding electric wires and church spires.<br \/>\nI lean forward and peer at the suffering below&#8212;<br \/>\nSartre said: man is condemned to be free.<br \/>\nI believe in the dead who claim to believe in me&#8212;<br \/>\nsays, too, the missing and forgotten. Day darkens<br \/>\non. I hear our prayers rising. I sing to you, now.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>The poems in <a href=\"http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/0393070808\"><i>Holding Company<\/i><\/a>, the third collection from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.majorjackson.com\/\">Major Jackson<\/a>, share the formal bond of a ten-line structure&#8212;because, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.identitytheory.com\/interviews\/major_jackson.php\">he told <i>Identity Theory<\/i><\/a>, &#8220;I wanted to teach myself how to create an exalted utterance in a poem, how to create something that was emotionally heartrending, that did not need a lot of scaffolding. I wanted to go in a new direction and allow that compression to sing the poem\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s themes louder, sing emotive declarations by shrinking it further.&#8221; Sometimes there are other interesting connections between the poems; the last line of &#8220;Roof of the World,&#8221; for example, will turn up again in &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/poemsoutloud.net\/audio\/archive\/jackson_reads_forecast\/\">Forecast<\/a>&#8221; (from <i>Poetry Out Loud<\/i>), and another line from that poem finds its way into &#8220;White Power.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Other poems in <i>Holding Company<\/i> include &#8220;Here the Sea,&#8221; &#8220;At the Club,&#8221; and &#8220;Maithuna&#8221; (<a href=\"http:\/\/www.saltpublishing.com\/saltmagazine\/issues\/03\/text\/Jackson_Major.htm\">all from <i>Salt Magazine<\/i><\/a>) and three other poems that inspired short animated films: &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=dp3yg6qQNI4\">Leave It All Up to Me<\/a>,&#8221; &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=PKM3QoJb9nY\">Zucchini<\/a>,&#8221; and &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=3YABzXhb8_I\">Migration<\/a>.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I live on the roof of the world among the aerial simulacra of Things, among the faded: old tennis shoes, vanished baseballs, heartbreak gritted with dirt. My mind flickers like lightning in a cloud. I&#8217;m networked beholding electric wires and church spires. I lean forward and peer at the suffering below&#8212; Sartre said: man is [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/825"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=825"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/825\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=825"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=825"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=825"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}