“Mine
spurs me and furnishes a worldview. But because it also sometimes makes me
awkward and disagreeable, I’ve grown to consider poetry as, in part, a set of
tactics for offering my Best Self to the world. This doesn’t mean I write poems
to make friends or be straightforwardly charming. But because forethought and
discretion rarely appear in my personal life, I like to cultivate them in my
poems.”
This
is witty and contrarian and, I suspect, true. It also reminds me of what G.K. Chesterton
wrote about one of his heroes, Dr. Johnson:
“Johnson,
it may be repeated, was a splendidly sane man who knew he was a little mad. He
was the very opposite of the man who rejoices with the skylark and quarrels
with the dinner; who is an optimist to his publisher, and a pessimist to his
wife. Johnson was melancholy by physical and mental trend…But his unconquerable
courage and commonsense led him to defy his own temperament in every detail of
daily life; so that he was cheerful in his conversation and sad only in his
books.”
In
2003, three years after the death of his friend Edgar Bowers, Mehigan
participated in a conference at UCLA dedicated to the great poet. His remembrance
of Bowers was titled “Introduction to Poetry,” which is also the title of a poem Mehigan dedicated to him and collected in The Optimist. It concludes like this, referring to “the great and
dying man” (that is, Bowers):
“He
hears his voice once more, cadence and rest,
Weighing,
in spite of each step’s falling sound
Of
looking back, how poetry began.”
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