Underworld Lit
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Srikanth Reddy
Srikanth Reddy is Assistant Professor of English at the University of Chicago and the author of a previous collection of poetry, Facts for Visitors.
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Underworld Lit - Srikanth Reddy
I
In the inky, dismal, and unprofitable research of a recent leave of absence from my life, I happened upon a historical prism of Assurbanipal that I found to be somewhat disquieting. Of an enemy whose remains he had abused in a manner that does not bear repeating here, this most scholarly of Mesopotamian kings professes:
I made him more dead than he was before.
(Prism A Beiträge zum Inschriftenwerk Assurbanipals ed.
Borger [Harrassowitz 1996] 241)
Prisms of this sort were often buried in the foundations of government buildings, to be read by gods but not men. Somewhere in the shifting labyrinth of movable stacks I could hear a low dial tone humming without end. In Assurbanipal’s library there is a poem, written on clay, that corrects various commonly held errors regarding the venerable realm of the dead. Contrary to the accounts of Mu Lian, Madame Blavatsky, and Kwasi Benefo, et al., it is not customarily permitted to visit the underworld. No, the underworld visits you.
II
I lost in dark would
Good effort, Aom,
I scribble in red. Please visit ESL Lab ASAP.
Yesterday’s learning diagnostics balanced on my knee, I await the #33 in a sunlit plexiglass shelter. At the far end of the bench, a girl in a deconstructed peasant blouse frowns into her phone as if it were an ancient hand mirror.
Once upon a time something something?
For heaven’s sake, LaDonté,
I pencil in the margin.
My students are all over the map these days. I rub my temples for a spell, the bench beneath me thrumming with traffic. The pages flutter and settle like a stunned wren rearranging itself on my lap.
In the middle of life, I found myself lost in a forest of shadows.
Out of nowhere, my bus splashes past, out of service. My benchmate stuffs her belongings into a bursting purse and storms off with a curse. It looks like I’ll have to reschedule with Song yet again.
Translate the opening of the Inferno into Standard American English. You may refer to your notes. Stay calm. Good luck.
III
For the past several years, I have taught an introductory course on world literature at the university where I am presently employed. The offering has frequently proven to be a disappointment, both to myself and to the students—some in headscarves, some occasionally dressed in fatigues—who register for this seminar in order to satisfy their Humanities requirement:
As far as classes go, it was an almost painless experience.
The instructor is fairly intelligent and enthusiastic about the material but is unreceptive, even intolerant, of anything that is not a poem or a poem in prose form.
Made me question things, including the value of higher learning.
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Looking over the feedback last summer, I began to consider a different approach. There would be new assignments, self-assessments, and regularly scheduled office hours this time around, followed by a transitional withdrawal of black gowns through the spring morning mist. And because I know comparatively little of this world, I’ve decided to work my way up from below.
IV
HUM 101. Introduction to the Underworld. [Cross-listed with Divinity and Comp Lit.] In this course, students will be ferried across the river of sorrow, subsist on a diet of clay, weigh their hearts against a feather on the infernal balance, and ascend a viewing pagoda in order to gaze upon their homelands until emptied of all emotion. Texts will include the Egyptian Book of the Dead, the Tibetan Book of the Dead, the Mayan Book of the Dead, the Ethiopian Book of the Dead, and Muriel Rukeyser’s Book of the Dead. The goals of the seminar are to introduce students to the posthumous disciplinary regimes of various cultures, and to help them develop the communication skills that are crucial for success in today’s global marketplace.
All readings in English. Requirements include the death of the student, an oral report, and a final paper.
V
I promised my wife that I would call Dr. Song today. After putting Mira down for her nap and slipping outside for a smoke, I lifted the receiver. The sound it emitted, which I have heard without pause countless times before, seemed to me otherworldly now, like somebody’s finger playing on the wet rim of a crystal bowl in a derelict theater before the wars.
It’s hard to say how long I stood there listening. It may have been seconds or seasons. The rings of Saturn kept turning in their groove. For reasons beyond me—our seminar had already moved on from late medieval Europe to developing world underworlds—I dialed 1-800-INFERNO, and before the first ring, a woman’s voice answered in heavily accented English.
Is it you?
I think so,
I replied. Outside, the honey locusts sprinkled their pale spinning leaves in real time. Focusing on one as it fell seemed to slow the general descent.
Oh creature, gracious and good,
the faraway lady recited, as if reading, against her will, from a prepared text, traversing the dusky element to visit us / who stained the world with blood.
I could hear rain trickling in a gutter spout on the other end of the line.
Please,
I said into the receiver, remove my name from your list.
VI
While outlining the requirements for our first critical essay of the term, I notice a hand rising in world-historical time at the back of the classroom.
What if I’m ideologically opposed to revision?
asks the redheaded boy in a New Slaves
T-shirt.
A city bus unloads its pageantry outside the window. A handful of sparrows erupts from the equestrian statue on the quad. I remember Sun Tzu’s advice to humanities instructors, which I review on index cards at the outset of each academic quarter.
Hold out baits to entice the enemy. Feign disorder, and crush him.
What exactly is your ideology?
I ask, stroking my beard.
I’m a Zen Naxalite crypto-Objectivist,
replies my interlocutor. How about you?
I have no choice but to improvise. Pro-recycling, anti-genocide?
A voice from beyond my peripheral vision says, You’re nothing but a pseudo-Kantian neoliberal mirage with meta-narcissistic tendencies.
No, I’m not.
Yes, you are.
No, I’m not.
Yes. You are.
VII
A window onto the purgatorial cosmology of