Welcome to THT Poetry!

If you think that Sabermetrics has had a tough time winning public admiration, then brace yourself, because we are about to start promoting its much older, uglier, prude of a cousin: Poetry.

My name is Ed DeCaria, and I have been granted the privilege of sharing baseball-related poetry with you here at The Hardball Times. Poems will appear in the THT Live section with headers containing the conspicuous prefix “THT Poetry.”

If readership here is anything like the broader population, most of you have tuned poetry out of your lives by now. But with baseball as our shared landscape, I’ll try to make it relevant for you again.

To me, poetry is a literary Jose Oquendo—it’s lean (5-foot-10/160), discerning (career 12 percent/10 percent BB/K rates), and can play anywhere (1988!). And that’s good, because I don’t know any more than you what I will be writing about week-by-week. Today, we’ll tether ourselves to Dee Gordon‘s feet. Next week, I’ll try to recap Kerry Wood‘s career with some statistically-guided verse. But beyond those (and possibly some sultry prose from the perspective of an R.A. Dickey knuckleball), my lineup card is blank.

What follows is a one-poem introduction to poetry. Marianne Moore wrote this nearly 100 years ago:

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Here are five things that I like about Moore’s poem (which is included in this collection available for purchase):

  1. She refers to both baseball and statisticians as “phenomena” not easily understood or admired. Turns out she actually LOVED baseball. As an 81-year-old, she threw out the first pitch at Yankee Stadium on Opening Day 1968 (photo here).
  2. She knocks unintelligible, over-derived poetry for being closed to meaningful interpretation.
  3. She argues that poetry can be useful in the same way that an evolved body part can be useful. I had never thought about poetry being directly “useful” until I read this poem.
  4. She teases readers with this idea of “imaginary gardens with real toads in them,” which I find immensely provocative.
  5. She ends, as I begin, with an invitation to discover poetry in all its rawness and genuineness.

With that, welcome to THT Poetry! Should be a lot of fun. Please never hesitate to comment or critique, or suggest a topic.

And now for my debut … a sudoku haiku:

Triple
by Ed DeCaria

Dee Gordon ignores
gravity / erasers chase
laces around

Mental Health and the CBA
A particular bit of language in the latest CBA could have negative consequences for some players.

cleats kick chalk
mid-air / chattering teeth unleash
their sound

dig
second dive third / safely back on ground
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© 2012 Ed DeCaria, All Rights Reserved


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Jason Linden
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Jason Linden

1. I think this is fantastic.

2. I will be using that Marianne Moore poem in both my AP English class and my creative writing classes. Thanks for that.

3. Again, fantastic. More please.

studes
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studes

Nice job, Ed!  Welcome.

Mary Lee
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Mary Lee

Baseball and poetry seem to be a winning combination!

Ed DeCaria
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Ed DeCaria

@Jason I’ve been trained not to trust anyone who claims to like my poetry (!), but thank you just the same. I do agree that Marianne Moore’s poem is fantastic—a great way to melt the ice shield that most people put up when confronted by poetry.

@studes Thanks, Dave.

@MaryLee Thanks for visiting my poetry “vacation home”! Come back soon …

Doraine Bennett
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Doraine Bennett

I had completely forgotten that reference to baseball in Moore’s poem. Nice intro for this column.

Dom D
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Dom D

This was like watching Dee Gordon legging out a triple from the vantage point of his shoes… with sound.  THT > ESPN.  Well done!

Donna Smith
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Donna Smith

Lots of action in your poem! Quick, like baseball.  Loved Moore’s line – “literalists of the imagination”…hmmm.

Ed DeCaria
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Ed DeCaria

@Doraine Interesting to transport oneself through time to her bewilderment at baseball fandom (possibly already her own) in the late 1910’s and 1920’s.

@Dom Thanks! Of course, after I wrote it but before I posted it, I decided to look up Gordon’s stats only to realize that he’s only hit one triple so far this year. Of course, I think he only has one other base hit besides that …

@Donna Agree. Between the abstract “literalists of the imagination” and the concrete “imaginary gardens with real toads in them”, she really nails her point.

Ed DeCaria
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Ed DeCaria
@kevin Interesting. I’ve never read that one (or any of his other baseball-related poems; I’ll have to research them). His aggressive opening line reminded me of the following poem (sourced from The Baseball Almanac’s Baseball Poetry page—http://www.baseball-almanac.com/poems.shtml): Untitled (Slug The Umpire) by Anonymous Published: Tribune (1886) Mother, may I slug the umpire May I slug him right away? So he cannot be here, Mother When the clubs begin to play? Let me clasp his throat, dear mother, In a dear delightful grip With one hand and with the other Bat him several in the lip. Let me climb his frame,… Read more »
kevin
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kevin

well, to be fair, many of his poems are not about baseball. if you want the sports poems, check out *book of magazine verse* which is available in ‘the collected poems of jack spicer’ and ‘the collected books of jack spicer’. most of his poems don’t relate to baseball at all, tho he was a rabid fan.

kevin
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kevin
the poet jack spicer wrote a pretty decent amount about baseball. here is one i am fond of: I would like to beat my hands around your heart. You are a young pitcher but you throw fast curve balls, slow fast balls, change-ups that at the last moment don’t change. Junk. The pitchers who are my age call it. And regret every forty years of their life when they have to use them. If I were a catcher behind you, I’d make you throw real fast balls and a few sliders to keep them honest. But you’re not on my… Read more »
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