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| An Invitation to Memory
Payday at the Triangle by Barbara J. McGrath
During the recent terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center, some of the
most horrific images were of people jumping from windows to their deaths rather
than waiting inside to die an even more horrible death by fire. Unfortunately,
such grim choices have been made by victims of catastrophe before. In Payday at the Triangle, Ruth Daigon, author of several collections of poetry and winner of a number of national poetry awards, writes poignantly of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire of 1911.
It was a Friday, pay day, when the fire broke out. At
least 146 female workers died, while most of the male managers on the uppermost
floors were able to rush to safety. To ensure that they would not waste time in
the rest room or talk in the hallways, the workers, mostly young immigrant
women, had been locked into the work rooms of the multi-storey factory
building. To avoid perishing in the flames, many of the workers leapt from the
windows to their deaths. The firemen's nets were not strong enough to break the
fall of the bodies, and the fire escape was broken.
Using news clippings and photographs as points-of-departure for her poems,
Daigon gives voice to those who experienced the tragedy and in so doing
transforms all-but-forgotten narratives into personal living testimonies. Yet
the poems in Payday recount more than just the facts of the fire and the
workers' deaths. Although these details are compelling enough in their own
right, Daigon adds dimension by writing from the points-of-view of all
involved--victims, survivors, firemen, relatives, onlookers, bosses. Further,
in recreating the workers' pasts, she demonstrates that the victims have a place
in history not because they died tragically but because they were human beings
with both ordinary and extraordinary lives and dreams.
In the first poem in the book, "Immigrants," the young women describe
collectively their anticipation as they sail to America:
Although their hopes were ordinary, the workers who perished were
individuals. Running through the poems is a litany of names. The survivors
tell them over as they give the details of their own lives after the fire.
"Rosie Safron, operator," for instance, who worked on the eighth floor,says,
"Now my tongue eats without me / My mouth speaks without me / My ears hear without me." In the same moment, she is compelled to utter the names of her lost co-workers, "Ida Rosie . . . Sara." Similarly, "BessieGabrilowich, survivor," who sleeps "with windows wide open / [because] the room still smells of smoke" and spends her nights "wandering from room to room / emptying[her] pocketbook putting things back," adds, "If I forget their names howwill I know them / Miriam Nussbaum Tessie Bianco Lillie Koch." For Bessie, the names, which take on an ironic sing-song rhythm, become "ghosts in emptyrooms."
In "The Firemen," a collective voice describes the earnest yet nearly
futile efforts at rescue: "Joe sees a girl on the 9th floor signals her /
We're coming We're coming." But "The ladders go up six floors / Hoses only
reach the seventh / She leaps toward it skirt on fire misses" while"lives
keep raining down." The next day they find "skeletons bent over sewing
machines / corpses in cloak rooms / melted against doors." Such graphic details may be difficult for readers to take in. Yet the poet has been careful to present the poems in a particular order; once the tragedy has been placed within the larger context of the women's lives, readers are led toward, rather than thrust into, the firemen's horrifying account.
The poet's handling of the raw materials of the tragedy is very
controlled, not only through the careful placement of each poem within the book, but also through her attention to tone within individual poems. One of the achievements of the book is Daigon's uses of diction. She strikes a balance
between plain and poetic language, interspersing straight-forward speech with
figurative phrasing. This is apparent in poems such as "Mary Bucelli,
survivor." In spite of having jumped from the sixth floor, Mary is alive.
However, that she did not die may not be a blessing. She describes her
existence:
On the whole, the experiences in Payday are spoken in a rush. Daigon
avoids formal punctuation, for example, which might slow the telling and detract from the intensity of the stories. However, beautiful figurative phrases in certain poems slow the tempo momentarily, as in two of the most haunting poems in the book. In "Mother's Lament," the speaker says:
It is a daunting task to render the truths of a tragedy graphically yet
poignantly. The poems in Payday at the Triangle succeed because they do not
assault but rather invite readers to experience history almost first-hand.
Tragedies, no matter what their magnitude, have a way of disappearing into
headlines, and the headlines themselves of becoming clichés. Daigon reminds
readers that the individuals who experienced the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory
Fire of 1911 have not been lost to history.
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