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The Poetry Foundation: Is Rap Poetry?

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First Posted: 02/03/11 07:17 PM ET Updated: 05/25/11 07:30 PM ET

The Poetry Foundation:

How Ya Like Me Now
Does rap's suspended adolescence keep it from serious consideration?
By Adam Kirsch

The Anthology of Rap, ed. by Adam Bradley and Andrew DuBois. Yale University Press. $35.00.

One of the best comic subplots in Zadie Smith's novel On Beauty concerns the wary alliance of Carl, a brilliant but unschooled rapper, and Claire Malcolm, the well-meaning poet who enrolls him in her college writing workshop. Claire first hears Carl perform when she takes her class to a spoken word night at a local cafe: the purpose of the trip, Smith writes, is "to show her new students that poetry was a broad church, one that she was not afraid to explore." But even Claire is surprised when Carl takes the microphone and throws out "complicated multisyllabic lines with apparent ease," telling "a witty, articulate tale about the various obstacles in the spiritual and material progress of a young black man." Impressed by his gift, the poet immediately takes it upon herself to educate the rapper, Henry Higgins-style: "Are you interested in refining what you have?" she asks Carl. "We'd like to talk to you. We have an idea for you."

The idea, Claire reveals, is that Carl is a John Clare for the twenty-first century--a proletarian genius who only needs to be taught iambic pentameter in order to write great poetry. ("You're almost thinking in sonnets already," she reassures him.) Smith shows that Carl is both attracted by this kind of attention from the literary-educational establishment and rightfully suspicious of it. He tells the workshop that his writing is "not even a poem. . .It's rap.... They two different things. . .two different art forms. Except rap ain't no art form. It's just rap." Smith captures the comedy of cross purposes: to the poet, turning a rapper into a poet is a cultural promotion; to the rapper, it looks more like a forfeiture of authenticity. And it is hard to imagine why any rapper would want to make such an exchange. If Carl hits it big as an MC, he can look forward to becoming rich and famous, with an audience of millions of passionate fans. If he succeeds as a poet, he can look forward to--tenure.

No wonder that, in the real world, poets have been more interested in what they can learn from rap than vice versa. Ironically, poets who are considered aesthetic conservatives have been most enthusiastic about hip-hop. The premise of "new formalism," to use a term almost as old as the Sugarhill Gang, is that rhyme, meter, and narrative are the defining elements of poetry, and that their absence from most contemporary poetry explains the genre's unpopularity and cultural irrelevance. The huge popularity of rap, which is committed to all those traditional techniques, seems to clinch the case. Dana Gioia, in his 2003 essay "Disappearing Ink," called rap "the new oral poetry," and hoped that it could spark a "renovation from the margins" of literary poetry. "While the revival of form and narrative among young literary poets could be dismissed by critical tastemakers as benighted antiquarianism and intellectual pretension," Gioia writes, "its universal adoption as the prosody-of-choice by disenfranchised urban blacks. . .is] impossible to dismiss in such simplistic ideological terms."


The appearance of the massive new Anthology of Rap marks a new phase in this rapprochement. At first glance, the anthology, published by Yale University Press and edited by two English professors, Adam Bradley and Andrew DuBois, might look like a Claire Malcolm-like act of cultural patronage, assimilating rap to the critical and scholarly ideals of literary poetry. As the editors' introduction declares, "it tells the story of rap as lyric poetry," and is meant to illuminate "its fundamental literary and artistic nature." Bradley is the author of Book of Rhymes: the Poetics of Hip Hop, an intelligent book about the forms and techniques of rap, in which he writes that he and DuBois "both had the privilege of studying poetry with Helen Vendler, a magnificent teacher"; and the notes to the Anthology suggest a Vendler-like interest in genre. Thus Ice-T's "6 'N the Mornin'" is described as not just "a gangsta rap classic" but also "an aubade, as it begins at the crack of dawn, and partakes of the picaresque as it moves through its series of episodes."

This is not really accurate--an aubade is a poem about lovers parting at dawn, whereas "6 'N the Mornin'" begins this way:

6 'n the mornin, police at my door Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor Out my back window I make my escape Didn't even get a chance to grab my old school tape

But it's clear that the editors' intention is honorific. The poetic terminology, like the whole presentation of the anthology, is meant to encourage skeptical readers to give rap the kind of attention they are used to giving poetry. Bradley and DuBois are well aware that this means doing a kind of violence to rap, by severing lyrics from performance, the MC from the DJ. Ordinarily, you don't read Ice-T, you listen to him, and his voice and affect, as well as the producer's contribution of hooks and beats, are crucial to the overall effect. In fact, the editors write, most of the lyrics they include in the anthology had never been written down. They had to be transcribed, entailing a whole series of choices about lineation, punctuation, and orthography.

Yet while the editors acknowledge that "reading rap will never be the same as listening to it," The Anthology of Rap is meant to be more than a collection of song lyrics. As scholars of poetry, they naturally believe that reading is a more dignified form of apprehension than listening--DuBois is the editor of a book called Close Reading: The Reader--and the premise of this anthology is that MCs are essentially writers: "This is not, after all, a collection of lyrics from rap's greatest hits, but rather a collection of rap's best poetry."

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04:00 PM on 02/08/2011
Rap is rap poetry is poetry two separate words with two different meaning.Yet rap music IMO can have a poetic flow.
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El Saltine
07:51 AM on 02/08/2011
Rap may or may not be poetry, bad poetry if it is. But it sure ain't music.
05:37 AM on 02/08/2011
And what is poetry exactly?
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rhomsky
☰ ☲ ☱ ☓ ☵ ☶ ☳ ☷
12:51 AM on 02/07/2011
Today is the shadow of tomorrow
Today is the present future of yesterday
Yesterday is the shadow of today
The darkness of the past is yesterday
And the light of the past is yesterday
The days of yesterday are all numbered in sum
In the world once
Because once upon a time there was a yesterday
Yesterday belongs to the dead
Because the dead belongs to the past
The past is yesterday
Today is the preview of tomorrow but for me
Only for my better and happier point of view
My point of view is the thought of a better or try
Reality is today of eternity
The eternity of yesterday is dead
Yesterday is as one
The eternity of one is the eternity of the past
The past is once upon a time
Once upon a time is past
The past is yesterday today
The past is yesterday today
While we're searchin for tomorrow

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02:59 AM on 02/07/2011
check out "Jay Are - 1 of the Greatest"
09:30 PM on 02/06/2011
In one word? NO
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Skyhawk
When I write one it'll appear here.
08:52 PM on 02/06/2011
Like any writer is depends on the quality and life experience. I'm sure there are a lot poets whose works wren't up to snuff (e.g. early colonials, and goth). Most rappers I agree are in it just for the money.

Some of Tupac's works published are quite good. Look at Russell Simmons' Def Jam Poetry. Will any stand the test of time? Who can say that for any writer?

Shakespeare back in the day was luke warm. Most of the sonnets aren't widely known.
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Dots
The shadow of God is beauty.
01:29 PM on 02/06/2011
Rap might be poetry but I doubt it, as I cannot understand what they are saying.
It's sloppy speech in what seems another language.
Maybe if Berlitz offered a course.
Isn't poetry all about the words?
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anastasiabeaverhousen
Time wounds all heels
11:46 AM on 02/06/2011
Lord Byron

CLXXIII. "She walks in beauty, like the night"

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.


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Now, what was your question again?
10:46 AM on 02/07/2011
Love Byron. Try this on.

I stretch my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass

the sun beat between my shoulders like carnival drums

I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow
so then I could really be fly

And then she arrived
 like day break inside a railway tunnel

like the new moon, like a diamond in the mines

like high noon to a drunkard, sudden

she made my heart beat in a now-now time signature

her skinny canvas for ultraviolet brushstrokes

she was the sun's painting 

she was a deep cognac color

her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city

her lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet
and full for her mouth to hold

I said, "You are the beautiful distress of mathematics."

I said, "For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruit

and give you lightning and thunder as a dowry
I would make the sky shed all of it's stars like rain

and I would clasp the constellations across your waist 

and I would make the heavens your cape 

and they would be pleased to cover you

They would be pleased to cover you

may I please, cover you"
10:23 AM on 02/06/2011
Is Rap Poetry? It Depends. If someone could successfully define poetry, then we might be able to answer this. People have been trying to define poetry since the Greeks. It is much like art, undefinable and wholly up to the beholder.
07:12 AM on 02/06/2011
rap is poetry
rap is not musis
a small part of rap preformance is socially relevant and meaningful, in the vein of gil-scott heron
the rest of it is nonsense
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08:24 PM on 02/05/2011
Irrelevant. Rap is rap. Which is a lot more important than poetry these days.
02:22 PM on 02/06/2011
The last ten important rap albums were not in English. Did I say ten? I meant 100.
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05:32 PM on 02/06/2011
I didn't know that. not that it matters, but what language were they in?
06:11 PM on 02/05/2011
In the early 90s, I taught high school English in rural south Georgia. My kids were in and out of jail and we had some frightening gang fights. II had a wonderful principal (Joan Hollingsworth) who gave me wide latitude to teach.

Regardless of whether or not rap is poetry (I would argue it is, in fact, a form), I used it to help my students relate to poetry...understanding cadence, structure and phrasing. At a basic level, it helped make a connection to what was perceived as and old, irrelevant art form.
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behavingbadly
reality doesn't care what you believe
03:48 PM on 02/05/2011
My father used to ask me, "why is the 'c' silent?"
03:02 AM on 02/07/2011
thats funny
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behavingbadly
reality doesn't care what you believe
03:43 PM on 02/05/2011
All art is at some level a performance, but not every performance is art. We seem to have lost that distinction.
02:36 PM on 02/06/2011
Misunderstanding of nature of Postmodernity has not helped. Notion that work can be defined as art by artist, allowing anything to be art, has led to a deluge of celebrity artists producing tripe.

They represent an inevitably meaningless space or stage between the modern and the Postmodern when one set of values collapsed and the successor was only partly defined.

In the Postmodern, anything, indeed everything , may be appreciated as art. Context is contingent - it can, if one chooses, be entirely ignored. However, the Postmodern does not focus upon the production of art, or schools of art, or kinds or styles of art, but rather upon ways of appreciating all art.

So, we do (partly) lose the distinction between what is art and not art. However, we do not lose the ability to say, ''That rap is complete moaning rubbish. And for a multi-millionaire covered in gold to still be singing about the ghetto makes me want to throw up.''

As David Hume said (more or less). It all comes down to a matter of taste.

Please regard foregoing as a work in progress.
02:53 PM on 02/05/2011
Rap, like all song "poetry," is a form of lyric writing. To call it poetry is to misunderstand what poetry has become. Lyrics are lyrics, an art form just as honorable, demanding and artistic as modern poetry is, but not the same. Poetry has evolved to a point so far past doggerel rhyme and simplistic meter that the two art forms have little in common anymore. Good lyric writing is always first and foremost at the service of the song, or in the case of Rap, the beat. Poetry is stand alone, and usually suffers when read out loud. The opposite is usually true of the song lyric. Two completely different worlds.