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Ron Padgett’s "Wilson '57" is a sprawling, fragmented meditation on memory, adolescence, and the ways in which high school experiences become crystallized into myth, legend, and humor. Padgett, a leading figure of the New York School of poets, is known for his conversational, often surreal style, and here he takes a nostalgic, sharp-eyed look at his past, populating the poem with an extensive cast of characters, moments, and half-forgotten details that shape a personal history. The poem reads like a rapid-fire collage, a scrapbook of faces and names, filled with humor, absurdity, and moments of unexpected pathos. The poem opens with an image that immediately evokes a sense of grandeur and mystery: “A terrific blast: stately white columns sunk in deep fog.” This could describe the physical architecture of Wilson High School, but it also serves as a metaphor for memory itself—monumental, but obscured, emerging from the fog of recollection. The phrase “the face of Miss Sheehan enshrined in soft focus” gives the poem an almost cinematic quality, as if Padgett is reconstructing his past through the lens of an old black-and-white film, where teachers take on an iconic status and classroom moments become dramatic set pieces. As the poem unfolds, the humor and absurdity of adolescence come to the forefront. The characterization of teachers—Miss Helen G. Lee, Miss Giffert, and Mrs. Craig—captures both the authority and the caricature-like qualities that high school students often assign to their instructors. Their hair, described as “old ladies’ forties mashed curls shimmering in studio light,” adds to the filmic, almost artificial quality of these recollections. Larry Bennett’s defiant outburst—“Miss Lee, I think you are stupid”—becomes a moment of rebellion, a seemingly minor act that, in the grand scheme of adolescent memory, is imbued with exaggerated significance. Padgett shifts fluidly between public memory—shared experiences like class elections, sports achievements, and school council meetings—and deeply personal reflections, some humorous, some dark. The poem includes moments of cruel high school humor, as when a teacher, Mrs. Plunkett, is nicknamed “The Frog” due to her appearance, and Rex Stith is “unjustly renamed Stiff.” These details capture the casual cruelty of adolescence, where a nickname or a single moment can define someone’s entire high school existence. Yet, the poem is not merely a collection of lighthearted recollections; it also contains moments of real tragedy. Marilyn Rider, elected treasurer, is remembered for her triumph over a strange ugliness, only for her life to end at 17, a mother before her time. Larry Bennett, the rebellious student who called Miss Lee stupid, falls from a six-story building five years later. These moments interrupt the nostalgic flow with stark reminders of mortality, adding a layer of melancholy to what otherwise seems like a humorous retrospective. Throughout the poem, Padgett employs a fragmented structure, jumping from one memory to the next with little transition, mimicking the way memory works—disjointed, associative, and often unpredictable. There is a sense of nostalgia, but it is not an idealized nostalgia. Padgett does not romanticize his past; rather, he presents it as a chaotic, absurd, and sometimes tragic landscape, where personal failures, youthful indiscretions, and inexplicable events all carry equal weight. One of the poem’s most striking elements is its sheer density of names—students, teachers, friends, rivals. Each name is given a brief, often strange characterization, creating a yearbook-like quality. Some descriptions are humorous (“Tommy Dempsey. One foot tall, chubby, hair cut by a lawnmower”), while others hint at deeper stories that remain just out of reach (“Donnie Emerson, thin, dry, brittle, intelligent and worse than contemptible”). The names accumulate in a dizzying rush, reinforcing the idea that high school is a world unto itself, filled with countless personalities and dramas, many of which fade into the background over time. The final section of the poem shifts into an almost dreamlike mode, with reflections that blur the line between memory and fantasy. There is a surreal moment where Padgett describes a former classmate who, in a dream, “jerked me off in the lobby of the Hotel Hilton in Chicago,” an admission that feels both shockingly personal and yet entirely in keeping with the poem’s mix of the mundane and the absurd. The line is not about eroticism so much as it is about the strange ways memory and desire intermingle, even decades later. As the poem reaches its conclusion, the tone becomes more reflective, with moments of quiet longing and nostalgia creeping in. Padgett includes a direct address to an old crush, “Viva, if you’re reading this, call me: area code 212, local number 477-4472,” a humorous but also deeply human moment that encapsulates the poem’s mix of humor and genuine sentiment. The final lines, taken from an old yearbook inscription, capture the essence of high school memory—filled with well-wishes, promises of future encounters, and the hopeful belief that these friendships and moments might somehow remain intact despite the inevitable march of time. "Wilson '57" is both a celebration and a critique of the high school experience. It acknowledges the small, ridiculous moments that seem so important in adolescence while also recognizing that some of those moments take on a different weight when viewed through the lens of time. Padgett’s mix of humor, surreal imagery, and raw honesty creates a work that feels uniquely alive, as if the past is not simply being remembered but actively unfolding on the page. In doing so, he captures the messy, fragmented nature of memory itself—how it leaps from person to person, from joy to tragedy, from absurdity to poignancy, all in a single breath.
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