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Classic and Contemporary Poetry: Explained | |||
Gary Snyder’s "Steak" is a sharp, understated critique of industrial meat production and its cultural entanglements, juxtaposing the refined atmosphere of a steakhouse with the stark reality of feedlots where cattle await slaughter. Through compressed imagery and pointed contrasts, Snyder reveals the dissonance between the romanticized consumption of beef and the economic and environmental realities that underpin it. The poem operates on multiple levels—economic, ecological, and philosophical—without becoming overtly didactic, instead allowing the weight of its observations to speak for themselves. The poem begins with a detached, almost neutral description: "Up on the bluff, the steak houses / called 'The Embers'—called 'Fireside.'” The names of these restaurants evoke warmth and comfort, an illusion of rustic authenticity designed to reassure diners rather than remind them of the origins of their meal. Snyder’s choice of "bluff" as the location carries an ironic undertone—it is both a geographical feature and a term for deception, suggesting that the atmosphere cultivated by these establishments is inherently misleading. The branding of the steakhouses further emphasizes this disconnection. One has a "smiling disney cow on the sign," a grotesque irony given that the restaurant exists solely to serve the flesh of the same animal. Another promotes a "stockman’s pride—huge full-color photo of standing Hereford stud above the very booth his bloody sliced muscle is served in." This disturbing juxtaposition highlights the paradox of a culture that both reveres and consumes its livestock. The "standing Hereford stud," a symbol of power and virility, is unknowingly displayed above his own dismembered flesh, reinforcing the illusion that these animals exist only to be admired and then eaten. The menu option “rare” takes on an added layer of meaning here—both as a culinary preference and as a suggestion of the raw, unacknowledged brutality of the industry. Snyder then shifts to the clientele, exposing the economic and ideological machinery behind this ritual of consumption. "The Chamber of Commerce eats there, the visiting lecturer, stockmen in Denver suits, / Japanese-American animal nutrition experts from Kansas, with Buddhist beads." This list encompasses a range of figures connected to the beef industry—from local business leaders and corporate agriculturalists to scientists involved in animal nutrition. The mention of "Japanese-American animal nutrition experts" signals the globalization of industrial agriculture, where research on feed efficiency and cattle breeding spans national and cultural boundaries. The final image—"with Buddhist beads"—introduces a moment of stark irony. Buddhist philosophy, with its emphasis on compassion and nonviolence, is at odds with the mechanized killing of cattle for food. Yet here, it exists within the same system, suggesting either hypocrisy or, more generously, the difficulty of fully separating personal beliefs from economic realities. The poem’s focus then shifts from the diners to the source of their meal, from the artificial warmth of the steakhouse to the cold, unforgiving reality of the feedlot: "And down by the tracks in frozen mud, in the feed lots, fed surplus grain (the ripped-off land) the beeves are standing round—bred heavy." The phrase "down by the tracks" immediately signals a descent—both geographically and symbolically—into the hidden infrastructure of meat production. The contrast between the steakhouse "up on the bluff" and the feedlot "down by the tracks" highlights the economic hierarchy at play. Consumers enjoy their steaks in comfort, while the animals themselves are confined to muddy, overcrowded enclosures. The feed they consume—"surplus grain (the ripped-off land)"—links the beef industry to the environmental costs of industrial agriculture, where land is stripped, monocropped, and exhausted to sustain an unnatural surplus. The parenthetical aside, a rare direct interjection from the poet, emphasizes that this is not just an agricultural process but an act of extraction and depletion. The cattle themselves, described in the final lines, are neither vilified nor sentimentalized. They are simply present, existing in a liminal state: "Steaming, stamping, long-lashed, slowly thinking with the rhythm of their breathing, frosty—breezy—early morning prairie sky." The description of their physical presence—"steaming, stamping, long-lashed"—renders them as dignified, living beings, full of a quiet, slow intelligence. They are not reduced to mere commodities; instead, Snyder grants them a moment of subjectivity. The phrase "slowly thinking with the rhythm of their breathing" suggests a contemplative, meditative state, as if they are engaged in an unspoken awareness of their fate. Their world—the "frosty—breezy—early morning prairie sky"—is vast and indifferent, a reminder that their existence, though constrained by human industry, is still connected to the natural cycles of air, weather, and sky. Snyder’s "Steak" does not rely on explicit condemnation but instead constructs its critique through juxtaposition. The warm, market-driven illusion of the steakhouse is positioned against the stark, physical reality of the feedlot. The cultural symbols of admiration—the Hereford stud, the Chamber of Commerce, the Buddhist beads—are contrasted with the unspoken violence required to sustain them. The poem forces the reader to confront the unseen realities that make the steak possible, not through polemics, but through quiet, precise observation. It is this restraint, this willingness to let the contradictions speak for themselves, that makes the poem so powerful. In the end, the cattle remain—alive, breathing, thinking—standing in the cold, waiting.
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