Understanding Etheridge Knight

Michael S. Collins

• Publisher: University of South Carolina Press
• Year: 2013
• ISBN:
  9781611172638
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: North American Literary Criticism
• Index: Literature

Understanding Etheridge Knight introduces readers to a major—but understudied—American poet. Etheridge Knight (1931-1991) survived a shrapnel wound suffered during military service in Korea, as well as a drug addiction that led to an eight-year prison sentence, to publish five volumes of poetry and a small cache of powerful prose. His status in the front ranks of American poets and thinkers on poetry was acknowledged in 1984, when he won the Shelley Memorial Award, which had previously gone, as an acknowledgement of "genius and need, " to E.E. Cummings, Gwendolyn Brooks, and W. S. Merwin.

In this first book-length study of Knight and his complete body of work, Michael Collins examines the poetry of a complex literary figure who, following imprisonment, transformed his life to establish himself as a charismatic voice in American poetry and an accomplished teacher at institutions such as the University of Hartford, Lincoln University, and his own Free Peoples Poetry Workshops.

Beginning with a concise biography of Knight, Collins explores Knight's volumes of poetry including Poems from Prison, Black Voices from Prison, Born of a Woman, and The Essential Etheridge Knight. Understanding Etheridge Knight brings attention to a crucial era in African American and American poetry, and to the literature of the incarcerated, while reflecting on the life and work of an original voice in American poetry.

CHAPTER 1

Introduction

Knight’s Resurrections

Etheridge Knight is a mighty American poet who is relatively little known. He and Wallace Stevens stand as “two poles of American poetry,” according to his better-known fellow writer Robert Bly.¹ Knight is no doubt a south pole to Stevens’s ice cream emperor’s north. Or, rather, Knight was, as he often said, a poet of the belly: a poet of the earth and of the body, a poet of the gut feelings from which cries and blood oaths and arias come, while Stevens was a poet, arguably, of the ache left in the intellect after it tears itself from God. “Ideas are not the source of poetry,” Knight told one interviewer. “For me it’s passion and feeling. Then the intellect comes into play. It starts in the belly and then [moves] into the head.”² For Bly, Knight’s work awakens the mind’s “truth receiver,” bringing us out of the “ordinary trance, in which we are inured to lies.”³

The poem that awakens its reader or auditor, of course, can come as a shock. Fran Quinn, the poet and friend whom Knight made his literary executor, recalled that he had been warned before they met that Knight was a junkie con man to be avoided at all costs. But after hearing Knight perform a poem, Quinn decided, “I don’t care if he is Beelzebub himself—I’ve got to get to know this guy.”⁴ Of his first encounter with a Knight “drunk but ready to poet” in a Philadelphia bookstore, Lamont B. Steptoe (a poet who credits Knight with a portion of his initiation into the art), wrote that he was shocked to come face to face with a “God of thunder.”⁵ Yusef Komunyakaa, the poet, playwright, and Pulitzer Prize winner, believed Knight was a Lazarus full of biting irony with “the tongue of a two-headed man . . . urban and rural in the same breath.”⁶ Haki R. Madhubuti, an early mentor of Knight and a poet, summed up the contradiction between Knight’s truth-telling lyrics and his much more ambiguous life by arguing that Knight was “a genius with no place to go, a Black walking book full of unmade poems in an America that said ‘no’ so often that he felt it was part of his name.”⁷

Though comparatively small—and very much smaller than that book of unmade poems—Knight’s corpus touched upon a wide range of subjects, from childbirth to drug overdoses to war to, yes, the belly, locus of “the only universality” Knight thought real: “the universality of feelings.”⁸ But it is Knight’s portrayal of what might be called the culture of incarceration (often referred to as the prison-industrial complex) that makes his writing alarmingly relevant in the twenty-first century.

Few other American writers have so carefully outlined the ways in which America’s get-tough-on-crime “prison-industrial complex” becomes a debilitating psychological complex worthy of Jung—both for the inmate and for the society that imprisons him. It is for this reason, as well as for reasons of raw two-tongued literary merit, that Knight’s best work deserves to be read by all those affected by the culture of incarceration: those who are incarcerated, and those who do or who applaud the incarcerating.

Knight’s most obsessive theme, however, is not incarceration but the all-American one of freedom. To achieve it for himself and his community, he aimed to create a revolution in American thought, warped as it is by conceptual survivals from the age of slavery. He believed, in fact, that “the American revolution is still going on”—in language: “We [have] the widest language to communicate with and express ourselves in that exists on this planet—connotatively, the intonations, the inflections, the nuances.”⁹ Knight wanted to guide the revolution in language like a missile that would break American thought open and release the creativity he heard trapped within it. If not a Whitmanian barbaric yawp, he wished to create an Etheridgean noise: in his poem “Things Awfully Quiet in America (Song of the Mwalimu Nkosi Ajanaku),” he explains that it is “Much too quiet in America. . . . In America ‘Revolution’ is never heard. . . . Empty bellies ache at night in America. . . . There’s a war going on in America, // And we’re killing our sons in America, // In many, many prisons in America. . . . Need to ‘Raise a Ruckus Tonight’ in America. . . . We/gonna set things right in America.”¹⁰ Knight is writing here of a revolution in correctional culture. He wants to raise a “Ruckus” that will shout down the culture’s quiet, half-conscious endorsements of the killing of “our sons . . . [i]n the many, many prisons in America,” a ruckus in which the oldest equation—“Power equals Law equals Right as defined by whoever has got the guns”¹¹—no longer holds.

Knight’s Life

Etheridge Knight was born April 19, 1931, in Corinth, Mississippi, to Belzora Cozart Knight and Etheridge “Bushie” Knight, who were parents of five other children. According to the journalist Gladys Keys Price, the father “followed jobs from city to city, uproot[ing] and re-locat[ing] his family whenever a situation looked particularly promising. In this manner, Etheridge, having started in Mississippi, moved to Kentucky and on to Indianapolis, from poverty to poverty.”¹² But Eunice Knight-Bowens, one of Knight’s younger sisters, disputed this characterization, suggesting that her brother may have been telling Price what she wanted to hear. Etheridge Knight told Price and, later, the Memphis Commercial Appeal, that his father worked construction and moved to Paducah to labor on the building of the Kentucky Dam. But Knight-Bowens remembers her father as a railroad worker who followed the rails to Paducah, where she was born, and then to Indianapolis.

She does recall though, “My mother actually said she didn’t know anything about being poor until she married my father,” whose family was poor. Belzora Knight’s relatives, on the other hand, had land “as far as the eye could see,” the “land where Etheridge was born,” and they were founders of the community of Wenasoga north of Corinth in Alcorn County, Mississippi. They were “very well educated and . . . were fine artists” and musicians. Knight’s mother herself was a poet and songwriter.¹³ Still, after her parents’ marriage, Knight-Bowens concedes, “I think . . . people would have classified us as poor, especially by today’s standards. But I don’t remember it like that. . . . If I needed clothes, mama could sew clothes. I was never hungry. . . . Now we knew we were not as well off as others. . . . But it wasn’t a thing like being homeless and raggedy.”

Relative poverty, or at least diminishment of economic status, then, came into Knight’s mother’s life with the marriage. Perhaps chafing under this perceived diminishment as communicated by his mother, and certainly chafing at the status injuries African Americans suffered during the era of segregation, Knight repeatedly ran away from home. As he told one interviewer, “My old man didn’t talk much. He was physical. We’d get into it and I’d say, ‘You think I’m going to stay here and grow up like you?’ Then I’d take off [for a while].”¹⁴ He nevertheless maintained an A average in school and was valedictorian of his junior high school class, according to Price. But in the ninth grade he decided school was “irrelevant” and dropped out.

Outside of school he had already entered the workforce as a shoeshine boy: “My first job was in a small town in Kentucky,” he told Nancy Bunge in 1986, in the course of an explanation of how he came by his sensitivity to language. “You can imagine a little black boy down on Market Street, down near the river, down where these farmers and townspeople buy their groceries and there [were] taverns and juke joints and when you’re a black boy growing up in the south where violence is always. . . . You pay attention because you can get kicked in the ass. You listen to every nuance. . . . ‘Shoeshine, mister?’ ‘NO!’ You have to watch out for some who are a little perverted; they want to play with you and you have to pick that up quickly. You can have your head down shining shoes and you’ll still be listening to how he’s talking to you. . . . A little black boy out there . . . he’s vulnerable.”¹⁵

Vulnerability and devotion to listening probably catalyzed another powerful though problematic aspect of Knight’s creativity. He became “a lot like a chameleon,” Knight-Bowens recalled. “Depending on what environment he was in, what social setting he was in,” he could reconfigure himself and hold his own in anything from a conversation with “men sitting in the corner by a liquor store drinking shooting dope” to, if the opportunity had come, an exchange with Barack Obama. “Whatever that environment is at that time, that’s what he could do. . . . He was the type of person that could immediately assess his environment, and any situation, and adjust himself accordingly.”¹⁶ Komunyakaa speculated that the snake-tongue doubleness and swiftness of Knight’s lines may have “evolved from the necessity of switching codes in . . . [segregated] Mississippi, [from] having honed his ability to talk to whites and blacks simultaneously.”¹⁷

Knight entered the army in 1947 and scored so high on intelligence tests that “authorities at Fort Knox questioned his integrity and reexamined him but failed in their search for . . . dishonesty.”¹⁸ After leaving and then reenlisting, he was sent as a medical technician to the Korean War, where he sustained a tremendous “psyche/wound”¹⁹ “There was a whole lot of dying and blood,” he told the Rocky Mountain News. “No 17-year-old is ready for that. So I started using morphine. I started using drugs because it killed the pain.”²⁰

It has been suggested that Knight may have been an addict prior to joining the military, and the poet himself once said that, in his youth, the mentor who introduced him to his first art form—the “toast”—was “a wino named Hound Mouth” whom Knight and his friends paid in alcoholic drinks and listened to “in the park [while] smoking grass.”²¹ On the other hand, there is no hint of “hard drug” use, and Komunyakaa, a Vietnam War veteran, has argued that if Knight “had an addiction before, I don’t see how he would have gotten into the military.”²²

The fragments of Knight’s military records that survived a 1973 fire at the installation where they were housed indicate that he served in the army from February 23, 1950, until November 17, 1950, after serving previously from June 24, 1947, to June 7, 1949. He was honorably discharged each time. The legible portion of one burned document indicates that his separation from the military was due to “Disability” and that he had been hospitalized. Other documents report that his character and efficiency rating while in the military were both “Excellent,” and that in both 1948 and 1950 he was favorably considered for a good conduct medal. The remains of the report on a physical and psychological evaluation of Knight indicate, among other things, no “personality deviation.” However, documents or portions of documents that would have provided definitive details of his service in Korea were destroyed in the fire.

Nevertheless, by the time he left the army, Knight was hooked on opiates. He became an artful forger of prescriptions—“scripts”—for himself and other users, and became a “usual suspect” for the police whom, according to his sister, he often outwitted. “I remember times when we were kids,” Knight-Bowens recalled, “. . . the police would come to the door, looking for Junior [Etheridge Knight]. And my mother would say, ‘what do you mean, you’re looking for him? He’s downtown in jail. . . . And so, they’d be looking for Junior. Because someone [had] done something similar to what Junior would do. . . . A lot of times I think Junior would be in jail telling people what to do on the outside. . . . So it would be sounding like something Junior did. So that means they didn’t have sense to see that they already had him locked up.”²³

When police both had Knight in custody and remembered that they did, his sister suggested, “they didn’t have any problems beating him up. . . . Downtown in the jailhouse [where prisoners were held while awaiting trial], they didn’t have any problems beating Junior up.” This may be one of the reasons why Knight’s mature face was “rough and scarred.”²⁴

One of Knight’s encounters with police for which a record exists began in June 1958, when a police officer observed the future poet leaping from a second-story window of the Indianapolis General Hospital with what turned out to be a bottle of medicine infused with cocaine on his person. When he eventually pled guilty, Knight told the judge he had “been arrested about 10 times for larceny and narcotics.” He was given a one- to ten-year suspended sentence along with fines, liability for court costs, and a warning of stronger consequences if he failed henceforth to leave all laws he touched intact. Knight was not so lucky when, on December 6, 1960, he and two associates “unlawfully, feloniously, forcibly by violence” put one Lillian Robertson “in fear” in order to rob her of what turned out to be ten dollars.

After his arrest for this crime, Knight, according to his prison associate and fellow writer Art Powers, “lay in jail for more than a year angling for a short sentence, but the police, the judge, the newspapers, and the public were insistent that only by meting out the full measure of ‘justice’—a ten- to twenty-five-year term—could the best interests of society be served.”²⁵ Knight-Bowens also recalls a political element in Knight’s sentence: “His attorney—I think his name was Owen Mullins . . . I think he was running . . . for some kind of office. And I think Junior actually got hung up in the politics.”²⁶

After his December 1960 sentencing, Knight “didn’t have much going for him,” according to Powers. “His work record was spotty; he had a limited education; and his outlook on life was blackened by his sense of injustice. He was assigned to menial jobs and was in and out of the hole [solitary confinement] for refusing to work. His friends called him a ‘low rider,’ a real sonofabitch. . . . It wasn’t long before officials transferred him from State Reformatory to the prison as an incorrigible. . . . He told me time and time again that he had almost no recollection of his first few months in the reformatory, he was so angry.”²⁷

After going through the stages of grief for his lost freedom, Knight began to reorient himself, like Dante and Virgil on the body of Satan: “He read books like they were going out of style,” Powers wrote, “and applied himself in many areas—philosophy, art, science, and religion. In five years he covered a wide field, and h...

Table of contents

• Cover
• Title
• Copyright
• Contents
• Series Editor’s Preface
• Acknowledgments
• Chapter 1: Introduction: Knight’s Resurrections
• Chapter 2: Knight in the Aleascape
• Chapter 3: Black Voices from Prison
• Chapter 4: Belly Song and Other Poems
• Chapter 5: Born of a Woman: New and Selected Poems
• Chapter 6: The Essential Etheridge Knight
• Notes
• Bibliography
• Index