Matt showed me this poem today, which he saw on Andrew Sullivan’s blog, The Dish. Sullivan actually has a poetry editor for his blog, Alice Quinn, who happens to be the executive director of the Poetry Society of America. She posts a poem or two per week to the blog, I guess to provide a balance to all of Sullivan’s mostly political commentary. An interesting editorial strategy. Anyway, the form of the poem is interesting given our recent ruminations on sonnets, meter, and rhyme. (Quinn has posted quite a bit of traditional verse over the past few weeks, including three sonnets by Renaissance poet Samuel Daniel.)
Matt and I wondered if Hudgins’ poem reflects or transcends Orange Is the New Black. But since neither of us have seen the show, we have no way to judge. Does Hudgins romanticize or sentimentalize the incarceration of women? Or does he humanize it? Is poetry better than television–or not? And what does it mean that Hudgins writes this poem using such traditional meter and form? (That last question, I know, is incredibly nerdy. But you all know who I am.) Would love to hear your thoughts on it.