This post first appeared at The Master’s
Artist.
How
much does culture – American culture – influence Christianity as practiced in
the United States? It’s a fair question, and the answer is likely “a lot more
than we realize.” The idea is that Christianity is supposed be salt and light
in the culture, but we know from the New Testament and from the history of the
church that it too often works the other way.
Benjamin Myers is an associate
professor of English at Oklahoma Baptist University. His first book of poems, Elegy for Trains, was published
in 2010, and received the 2011 Oklahoma Book Award for Poetry from the Oklahoma
Center for the Book. His poems have been published in such journals as The
Chiron Review and Christianity and Literature, and included in several
anthologies.
Elegy for Trains is a fine
collection, with poems ranging thematically from Shakespeare to seasons, from
the writing process to Psalms and Revelations. But Myers also considers this
“faith and culture question, and he does so in an interesting poem entitled
“Jonah and Pinocchio:”
swimming
each an inch
below
the surface of my eight-year-old
mind
that confused me,
left
me standing before the Sunday School class
mute
in my corduroy pants,
hair
as stiff and slicked as the oil-spill
collected
in the rushes along the beach,
trying
to remember
what
God sent a marionette
to
Nineveh and whether the message
was
“repent” or “always tell the truth.”
I
wasn’t here that often,
and
they were waiting
for
me to retell the story of the prophet,
but
I kept adding donkey ears,
a
growing nose,
a
blue fairy where there ought to be a storm.
Then
the little room itself
rolled
around me
like
a stomach. The window
on
the far wall became a blowhole
through
which I was given a vision:
trees
in an upward avalanche of green,
each
spring leaf like a bird in sudden flight
after
the long skin and bones of winter.
And
who’s to say I wasn’t right,
that
the point of the story might not be
that
after this life’s long childhood of wood,
I
could awake some clear, cold morning
where
the waves wash over the sand
to
find I have become a real boy.
Pinocchio
– the story of the puppet boy who, through a series of adventures and
misadventures, eventually becomes a real boy, first appeared in story form in
1883. But it was Walt Disney who transformed the story into an American
cultural icon, with the famous admonition to always tell the truth or your nose
will grow.
There
is a whale in the story – Monstro, who devours Pinocchio’s father Geppetto. The
whale plays a critical role in the climax of the story, when Pinocchio becomes
a real boy.
Benjamin
Myers rather playfully takes one whale story – Monstro in Pinocchio – and
confuses it as a child would confuse it. Asked to tell the story of Jonah and
the whale, the child in Myers’ poem conflates the whale of Jonah with the whale
of Pinocchio. God sends a marionette to Nineveh, with a message to repent or to
tell the truth; the child isn’t sure.
But
he plunges onward, “…adding donkey ears/ a growing nose / a blue fairy.” The
room becomes the interior of the whale (Pinocchio’s whale), and the child has a
vision of “trees in an upward avalanche of green, / each spring leaf like a
bird in sudden flight / after the long skin and bones of winter.”
He
digs his hole deeper and deeper (you can almost feel the child squirming). And
then, right at the end, he realizes that, if they’re not the same story, they
actually may have the same outcome. The child speaker of the poem realizes
that, like Pinocchio, he may one day become a real boy.
One
way to consider the poem, and the boy’s dilemma, is to see his required
recitation in the context of both whales – both stories – competing for the
telling. He means to tell the faith story, the Jonah story, but it’s the
cultural story, the Pinocchio story, that (mostly) comes out. And yet nothing
is actually lost, because in this long childhood of wood, the real boy may well
emerge.
Culture
can be used redemptively, too.
Illustration by Enrico Mazzanti, the
first illustrator of Le
avventure di Pinocchio (1883).
2 comments:
What a poem and what a beautiful commentary, Glynn! I'm reminded of Davy in my stories who is struggling to become a "real boy" in every sense of the word. I think that's a struggle we all share.
Blessings, my friend!
it's hard to be green i hear, but
it must be even harder to be wooden.
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