W.H. Auden was one of the best, in my opinion, at using official language in poetry, partly as a way to mock official language but also as a way to absorb it into poetry and thereby detoxify it, removing the numbing poison that Orwell told us, in the essay, "Politics and the English Language," was there. By "official language," I mean the language of news, politics, advertising, business, and/or bureaucracies--the language forming the nest we lie in, sedated, all day, every day. Even in his grand homage to Yeats, "In Memory of W.B. Yeats," Auden includes official language:
What instruments we have agree
The day of his death was a dark cold day.
One implicit irony here is that if you want to assess the impact of a great poet's death, don't turn to the news or to your "instruments."
Auden's "The Unknown Citizen" fully mocks official language. It begins . . .
He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint,
And all the reports on his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he
was a saint.
The satire of the state and the parody of the state's language work superbly here, even in just these four lines from the longer poem.
cummings' "next to of course god america" is a wonderful parody of the politician's empty stump-speech, concluding with the politician's gulping water, as if to wash out the nasty taste, or as if to indicate, "Well, that propagandistic chore is done."
I think I may have been going after an Audenesque or cummingsesque (Orwell probably wouldn't approve of the "-esquing" here) blend of satire and parody in the following poem, which may have sprung from my feeling annoyed at being surrounded by nothing but official language:
Official Correspondence
According to our records, three
moons orbit the planet of consciousness
inside your brain.
Also, we do not regret to inform you
that, by privilege of eminent domain,
the City intends to build a boulevard
through an area zoned formerly
for your long-term memory.
You have the right to remain silent.
If you have reason to believe
our records are in error, you shall suffer
the added pain of knowing you are correct.
Copyright 2007