WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:01.230 align:middle line:90% 00:00:01.230 --> 00:00:03.540 align:middle line:84% Like many-- like most of us I think, 00:00:03.540 --> 00:00:09.000 align:middle line:84% I have been horrified during the last year by the visibility 00:00:09.000 --> 00:00:11.490 align:middle line:84% of racially motivated violence in our country-- 00:00:11.490 --> 00:00:17.950 align:middle line:84% the brutality wrought by the police at-- 00:00:17.950 --> 00:00:22.690 align:middle line:84% in our name really, in the name of those who employ them. 00:00:22.690 --> 00:00:26.050 align:middle line:84% I don't know if we are experiencing more such violence 00:00:26.050 --> 00:00:29.530 align:middle line:84% or now the cell phone has simply made it documentable, 00:00:29.530 --> 00:00:32.350 align:middle line:84% and it's an extraordinary thing that many, many people 00:00:32.350 --> 00:00:34.840 align:middle line:84% have the means to record, the means of witness. 00:00:34.840 --> 00:00:36.970 align:middle line:84% In November of last year, a young man 00:00:36.970 --> 00:00:40.120 align:middle line:84% named Tamir Rice was murdered in a park in Cleveland, Ohio. 00:00:40.120 --> 00:00:41.110 align:middle line:90% He was 12 years old. 00:00:41.110 --> 00:00:43.870 align:middle line:84% He was playing with a gun-- a plastic toy gun, 00:00:43.870 --> 00:00:46.730 align:middle line:84% and the cops assumed it was real. 00:00:46.730 --> 00:00:49.390 align:middle line:90% So this is a poem in his memory. 00:00:49.390 --> 00:00:53.200 align:middle line:84% The first line-- it's a new poem, not part of the book-- 00:00:53.200 --> 00:00:56.980 align:middle line:90% and the first line pours into-- 00:00:56.980 --> 00:01:00.280 align:middle line:84% the title rather pours into the first line. 00:01:00.280 --> 00:01:02.660 align:middle line:90% It's called "In Two Seconds." 00:01:02.660 --> 00:01:06.280 align:middle line:84% Remember it's Tamir Rice 2002 to 2014. 00:01:06.280 --> 00:01:09.880 align:middle line:84% In two seconds, the boy's face climbed back down 00:01:09.880 --> 00:01:13.270 align:middle line:84% the 12-year tunnel of its becoming, a charcoal 00:01:13.270 --> 00:01:16.180 align:middle line:90% sunflower swallowing itself. 00:01:16.180 --> 00:01:20.140 align:middle line:84% Who has eyes to see or ears to hear? 00:01:20.140 --> 00:01:22.870 align:middle line:84% If you could see what happens fastest, 00:01:22.870 --> 00:01:25.330 align:middle line:84% unmaking the human irreplaceable, 00:01:25.330 --> 00:01:28.660 align:middle line:84% a star falling into complete gravitational darkness 00:01:28.660 --> 00:01:30.160 align:middle line:90% from all points of itself. 00:01:30.160 --> 00:01:33.670 align:middle line:84% All this, the held loved body into which 00:01:33.670 --> 00:01:37.240 align:middle line:84% entered milk and music, honeying the cells of him, 00:01:37.240 --> 00:01:40.030 align:middle line:84% who sang to him, stroked the nap with a scalp, 00:01:40.030 --> 00:01:42.700 align:middle line:84% kissed the flesh knot after the cord completed 00:01:42.700 --> 00:01:46.210 align:middle line:84% its work of fueling into him the long history of those 00:01:46.210 --> 00:01:48.190 align:middle line:84% whose suffering was made more bearable-- 00:01:48.190 --> 00:01:51.497 align:middle line:90% 00:01:51.497 --> 00:01:53.330 align:middle line:84% Those who's suffering was made more bearable 00:01:53.330 --> 00:01:56.210 align:middle line:84% by the as yet unknown of him playing alone 00:01:56.210 --> 00:02:00.620 align:middle line:84% in some unthinkable future city, a Cleveland, whatever 00:02:00.620 --> 00:02:02.240 align:middle line:90% that might be. 00:02:02.240 --> 00:02:04.910 align:middle line:90% Two seconds to elapse. 00:02:04.910 --> 00:02:07.400 align:middle line:84% The arc of joy and the conception bed, 00:02:07.400 --> 00:02:10.039 align:middle line:84% the labor of hands repeated until their hands no longer 00:02:10.039 --> 00:02:13.040 align:middle line:84% required attention so that as the woman folded 00:02:13.040 --> 00:02:15.680 align:middle line:84% her hopes for him sank into the fabric of his shirts 00:02:15.680 --> 00:02:19.790 align:middle line:84% and underpants, down they go, swirling down into the mall 00:02:19.790 --> 00:02:21.350 align:middle line:90% of a greater dark. 00:02:21.350 --> 00:02:24.380 align:middle line:84% Treasure box, comic books, pocket knife, bell 00:02:24.380 --> 00:02:26.630 align:middle line:84% from a lost cat's collar, why even 00:02:26.630 --> 00:02:30.380 align:middle line:84% begin to enumerate them when behind every tributary poured 00:02:30.380 --> 00:02:34.850 align:middle line:84% into him comes rushing backward all he hasn't been yet. 00:02:34.850 --> 00:02:38.180 align:middle line:84% Everything that boy could have thought or made, sung 00:02:38.180 --> 00:02:41.180 align:middle line:84% or theorized, built on the quavering but continuous 00:02:41.180 --> 00:02:43.250 align:middle line:84% structure that had preceded him sank 00:02:43.250 --> 00:02:46.280 align:middle line:84% into an absence in the shape of a boy playing 00:02:46.280 --> 00:02:49.040 align:middle line:84% with a plastic gun in a city park in Ohio 00:02:49.040 --> 00:02:51.140 align:middle line:90% in the middle of the afternoon. 00:02:51.140 --> 00:02:53.720 align:middle line:84% When I say two seconds, I don't mean 00:02:53.720 --> 00:02:55.880 align:middle line:90% the time it took him to die. 00:02:55.880 --> 00:02:58.640 align:middle line:84% I mean the lapse between the instant the cruiser lurched 00:02:58.640 --> 00:03:01.250 align:middle line:84% to a halt on the grass between that moment 00:03:01.250 --> 00:03:04.490 align:middle line:84% and the one in which the officer fired his weapon, 00:03:04.490 --> 00:03:10.100 align:middle line:84% the two seconds taken to assess the situation. 00:03:10.100 --> 00:03:13.070 align:middle line:84% And though I believe it is part of the work of art 00:03:13.070 --> 00:03:16.820 align:middle line:84% to try on at least the moment and skin of another, 00:03:16.820 --> 00:03:20.660 align:middle line:84% for this hour I respectfully decline. 00:03:20.660 --> 00:03:22.100 align:middle line:90% I refuse it. 00:03:22.100 --> 00:03:24.890 align:middle line:84% May that officer be visited every night of his life 00:03:24.890 --> 00:03:27.380 align:middle line:84% by an enormity collapsing in front of him 00:03:27.380 --> 00:03:32.450 align:middle line:84% into an incompressible bloom and the voice that howls out of it. 00:03:32.450 --> 00:03:38.820 align:middle line:84% If this is no poem then, with that voice, erase boy 00:03:38.820 --> 00:03:41.580 align:middle line:84% beloved of time who did nothing to no one 00:03:41.580 --> 00:03:43.470 align:middle line:84% and became nothing because of it, 00:03:43.470 --> 00:03:47.370 align:middle line:84% I know that voice is one of the things we call poetry. 00:03:47.370 --> 00:03:50.810 align:middle line:84% It isn't to his killer he's speaking. 00:03:50.810 --> 00:03:52.000 align:middle line:90%