The New York School Diaspora (Part Seven): George Green [by Angela Ball]

Gone With the Wind

When Rhett grabs Scarlet on their flight to Tara,
their isometric kiss implies coition
and romance will peak with his profession of love
made to a horny widow woman imperiled
on the bumpy road to burnt and pillaged mansions.
Some sparkling Aphrodites debuted that year:
Maureen O’Hara, Ingrid Bergman, Greer
Garson, Brenda Joyce, and Rita Hayworth,

but who would win the sizzling bombshell prize?
Miss Scarlet, hussified in her red dress.
Vivian hated Gable’s denture breath
and later claimed he really tried to rape her,
though no one paid attention to that story,
and she got the Oscar, she and Hattie McDaniel,
though Hattie had to sit off to the side.
“I know you girls would trade me for Clark Gable,”

said Hitler to a gaggle of German debs.
Gone with the Wind was the Fuhrer’s favorite film,
and lots of his future subjects read the book.
In the movie poster Atlanta is in flames,
under a giant Rhett apparently
having his way with a giant, yielding Scarlet.
The burning town is, yes, a metaphor,
for all their fiery amorous compulsions,

but it suggests, as well, a more Vedantic
perspective, a hyper-lapse depiction of war
speeding the ashes to ashes. Poor Scott Fitzgerald
failed to make Aunt Pitty-Pat amusing,
so Selznick canned his sorry ass, launching
his fatal binge, but Margaret Mitchell wouldn’t
read the script, and never put her nose in,
quipping that Groucho Marx should play Rhett Butler.

 

George Green’s book, Lord Byron’s Foot, won The New Criterion Poetry Prize, The Poet’s Prize, and an Academy Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. He has lived for forty years in Manhattan’s East Village, but longs for “The milder minstrelsies of rural scenes.”

In my “TCM” poems I try to locate the movies historically, or relate them to events in my everyday life. In the six years between 9/01/39 and 9/02/45 roughly eighty million people lost their lives. The marvelous culture that produced GWTW, The Wizard of Oz, Only Angels Have Wings, Goodbye Mr. Chips, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, Wuthering Heights, and Stagecoach, could do nothing to forestall or mitigate the catastrophe. Let me add that I could triple this list of 1939 classics without any drop in quality. I am unashamedly obsessed with ancient actresses, and the roll call at the end of stanza one is my favorite part of the poem. My Hitler quote comes from Eva Braun’s home movies.

--George Green

 

The New York School Diaspora, Part Seven: George Green

George Green’s “Gone with the Wind,” an ekphrastic poem, is about a movie poster that opens to engage late 1930’s culture at large. We disappear into it, like a reader of Roussel into the scene on a Perrier label, to enjoy tragicomic carnage and lusts of all kinds. As Rhett and Scarlett’s monstrous forms loom above a tiny, torched Atlanta, a bevy of actresses have failed to nab the transcendent role of Scarlet; Hattie McDaniel persists, portraying a maid instead of being one; Faulkner bombs as script doctor and drowns in bourbon; Hitler schemes to re-write civilization; executives strive for primacy and poolside leisure. The poem’s elegant octets feature a peanut gallery of vulgar language (“horny widow woman,” “hussified,” “denture breath,” “sorry ass”) hilariously foiled by the precise and analytical “isometric kiss,” “coition,” “Vedantic perspective,” “hyper-lapse depiction.” The novelist who sparked it all gets the last laugh, invoking the antithesis of Gable (sexiness jerry-rigged by acting coach he married): that most-refreshing nemesis of vainglory, Groucho Marx.

--Angela Ball

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This poem first appeared in THE AMERICAN JOURNAL OF POETRY, Volume Ten.