WWII & New Deal Poetry

From Justin Raimondo’s Reclaiming the American Right. “Archibald MacLeish, the ‘poet laureate of the New Deal’ and Librarian of Congress, gave the lunch party his blessings when he told the ANPA [American Newspaper Publishers Association] that certain of their members were guilty of treason.”

Death of the Ball Turret Gunner     (1945)
by Randall Jarrell  (1914-1965)

From my mother’s sleep I fell into the State
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

Explanatory Note:
Jarrell explained that “A ball turret was a plexiglass sphere
set into the belly of a B-17 or B-24, and inhabited by two
.50 caliber machine-guns and one man, a short small man. 
When this gunner tracked with his machine-guns a fighter
attacking his bomber from below, he revolved with the turret;
hunched in his little sphere, he looked like the fetus in the
womb.  The fighters which attacked him were armed with cannon
firing explosive shells.  The hose was a steam house.”


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