From the discussion, it was clear similar issues exist across the pond. “I was really moved and inspired by the change that has happened [in the UK] in two years… It would be nice to have that in the US as well”, said Kaminsky. Though as Sehgal noted, American poets like Kaveh Akbar and Danez Smith are widely beloved, articles like the online New Yorker piece on Tommy Pico are still few are far between, and asked “Where are the essays about these poets that go beyond presentation?” This lack of incisive critical engagement is, of course, why the Ledbury Emerging Poetry Critics scheme is so urgently needed—there has been a failure to meaningfully critique some of the most exciting work in poetry with the skills and insights it warrants, and in venues with substantial readerships and cache, but also a failure of certain critics in “mainstream” publications to engage with such work in the first place. Sehgal emphasised the need to protect writers’ legacies by giving them the critical attention that they deserve, part of which is a willingness to gain inspiration from a wide variety of sources.
A critic who is hesitant to engage with forms that are new to them or outside their usual cultural scope is in contrast to, for instance, the inquisitiveness of students Kayo Chingonyi teaches whom he pointed out are discovering poetry through Tumblr, and poets like Chingonyi who last night affirmed the value of “reading someone’s choice of form as a political act”. Against the expression of political will being interpreted through narrow-minded frameworks, Parmar, answering an audience question about whether a focus on identity siloes writers, countered with the aims of Ledbury Critics to be a thorough examination of identity as existing in complex and “highly kinetic” forms.
In our fluid forms of resistance and kineticism as artists and critics, the coalescing of communal sentiments at an event such as last night’s was deeply felt, deeply warranted, a joining of forces against the palpable presence of racism, and a call to action. As an astute audience member observed, the LRB itself, despite hosting yesterday’s event, is known for commissioning exclusively white critics, all of whom review white poets. I for one left with two questions etched into the psyche that Bhanu Kapil, invoking the spirit of Sara Ahmed’s Living A Feminist Life during her performance, asked the crowd: What do you reproduce? What do you inherit?