Our readings for Thursday belong to a more or less contemporary generation of poets. Majaj, Handal and Mattawa are all alive and well and publishing new material.
You could think of them as a third generation of Arab Americans (though not necessarily third-generation Arab Americans.)
What are the issues important to them in terms of bridging their two cultures, native and adoptive?
How do they see poetry assisting in this effort?
I feel that the two sections “Pot Holes” and “The Enigma of Non-Arrival” (417) very accurately describe the confusion and culture conflict faced by Arab Americans, and even minorities in general. He states that the three major factors that characterize Arab life in the US are 1) continuous contact with Arab culture through homelands 2) an ambivalent relationship with mainstream American culture, and 3) a struggle with Arab culture within the US. Coming from a culture with such an extensive historical background, it is impossible to become fully immersed in American culture without sacrificing a part of one’s identity. “…belly dancing and Kahlil Gibran are meager nourishments for cultural revival, and a subsequent engagement with the larger American culture.” It is as if he thinks some sort of artistic movement is necessary to give Arab Americans a true identity and feeling of comfort within the US. He criticizes an event in which fellow Arab American speakers “gave the usual cries of victimization” and fought for equality. Having equality or regaining rights that have been compromised will not necessarily give someone an identity, but having actual artistic foundations is what will allow members of a minority group to feel a true sense of pride and belonging on a more tangible level than having to look all the way back to traditional Arab works. Not every Arab American is born a political activist and should not have to become one in their attempt to gain an identity in the US. Art, music, and literature give inspiration on a greater, more universal level and encourage freedom and creativity. I liked this quote a lot…
“And I thought how could they, how could I be drowning here when there is so much poetry in the air, so much poetry in our blood.”