"There'll always be working people in my poems because I grew up with them, and I am a poet of memory"
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Levine isn’t pledging solidarity as a literary accessory; he’s staking a claim about what counts as worthy material. “Working people” arrives first, blunt and unadorned, like a job title on a timecard. The line refuses the old cultural drift that treats labor as background noise while reserving lyric attention for private anguish or elite interiors. In Levine’s mouth, the factory floor becomes a legitimate site of consciousness.
The hinge is “because I grew up with them,” a phrase that quietly rejects the touristic gaze. He’s not visiting workers to harvest grit; he’s writing from inside a formation where dignity and exhaustion share the same kitchen table. That’s the intent: to keep the lived textures of working-class life from being aestheticized into “the poor” or erased into statistics. The subtext is almost combative: if these people disappear from poems, it’s not an accident, it’s a cultural decision about whose lives deserve language.
“I am a poet of memory” is more than a sentimental credential. Memory, for Levine, is an ethics and a method. It implies time, loss, and the way capitalism chews through bodies and neighborhoods, leaving stories to be salvaged or forgotten. The phrasing also admits craft: memory isn’t a transcript but a reconstruction, a choice about what to hold onto, how to shape it, how to speak for a “we” without flattening it into slogan.
Placed in the late-20th-century landscape of deindustrialization and shrinking union power, the line reads like a quiet act of resistance: keep the workers in the poem so they remain in the country’s imagination.
The hinge is “because I grew up with them,” a phrase that quietly rejects the touristic gaze. He’s not visiting workers to harvest grit; he’s writing from inside a formation where dignity and exhaustion share the same kitchen table. That’s the intent: to keep the lived textures of working-class life from being aestheticized into “the poor” or erased into statistics. The subtext is almost combative: if these people disappear from poems, it’s not an accident, it’s a cultural decision about whose lives deserve language.
“I am a poet of memory” is more than a sentimental credential. Memory, for Levine, is an ethics and a method. It implies time, loss, and the way capitalism chews through bodies and neighborhoods, leaving stories to be salvaged or forgotten. The phrasing also admits craft: memory isn’t a transcript but a reconstruction, a choice about what to hold onto, how to shape it, how to speak for a “we” without flattening it into slogan.
Placed in the late-20th-century landscape of deindustrialization and shrinking union power, the line reads like a quiet act of resistance: keep the workers in the poem so they remain in the country’s imagination.
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