James Franco's inauguration poem for Obama: Is this America's answer to EJ Thribb?

Modern renaissance man James Franco (Getty Images)

To celebrate Barack Obama's second inauguration, actor, writer and modern renaissance man James Franco was asked to write a poem to mark the occasion:

'Obama in Asheville'

Asheville, North Carolina, is the birthplace of Thomas

Wolfe and the sometime residence of F. Scott Fitzgerald

When he visited Zelda at her institution;

He stayed at the Grove Park Inn, a grand stone edifice.

On the phone once, Cormac McCarthy lamented

The two added wings and the spa, and marveled

At the original structure, They pulled the stones

From the mountains and brought them down on mules.

Soon after his fortieth birthday, Fitzgerald attempted suicide

Here, but couldn’t shoot his own head, drunk, I guess.

Later, after he was actually dead, from alcohol,

Zelda perished in a fire at her institution, one of nine.

*

Asheville is the place where the Black Mountain College once stood

And helped birth Rauschenberg, Twombly and Johns,

Cage and Cunningham; now I think it’s a Young Men’s Christian Association.

On the wall of the Grove Park, they have pictures of the famous guests;

I’m not up there, but Obama is. I was asked to write something

For the inauguration of his second term, but what could I write?

I was in Asheville, studying writing, but not the political sort;

I write confessions and characters, and that sort of thing.

I wrote my friend Frank about what I could do, but he was unresponsive.

I went to class and then the little burrito place where they know me,

And finally at night I got Frank’s email on my phone and pulled over

On the side of Warren Wilson Road, past the school barn with the WWC —

That I couldn’t see in the dark — right before the school entrance;

A little spot where there’s a path that leads to a lake called Snake Lake.

First I called my class at UCLA, and told them to watch Apocalypse Now,

And that it used Heart of Darkness as a model, and that we’d watch

Eleanor Coppola’s Hearts of Darkness, the making-of, the following week.

Then I read Frank’s note. He said he was sleeping twenty hours a day,

With no symptoms except that he desired sleep

And just a little more sleep. He’s in his seventies.

Then he said that my poem was a difficult task.

How to write about a man written about endlessly;

A man whom everyone has some sort of experience of;

How to write so that it’s not just for the converted.

*

I met Obama once, in D.C., the Correspondents’ Dinner.

I was the guest of Vanity Fair, guided through D.C. by the wife

Of Christopher Hitchens, when he was alive. We went to Hitch’s place,

He had books from floor to ceiling, and said he had read

To Borges, when he was blind, Old Icelandic Eddas —

Then we waited in a private room with the likes of Tom Cruise,

And Katie Holmes, and Claire Danes. When Obama entered

The crowd converged. Finally, I got to shake his hand,

He knew me from Spider-Man. I asked him for advice,

I was scheduled to give the commencement speech at UCLA

And there were some undergraduate knockers against me;

He had been denied the usual honorary degree by Arizona State

Because he hadn’t accomplished enough, so I wondered

How he dealt with detractors. He smiled his smile and said,

“Humor.” Well he’s damn right, and I wonder how much

That stand-up comedian is laughing in the face

Of this big country. Because he is one man and we are many,

And a great servant of the people — he’s a president, not a king —

And doesn’t need to face what King Charles once faced.

(Frank suggested I examine Marvell’s semi-inauguration poem for Cromwell:)

That thence the Royal actor borne

The tragic scaffold might adorn:

While round the armèd bands

Did clap their bloody hands.

That most famous stanza, and then:

But bow'd his comely head

Down, as upon a bed.

And he was beheaded, good-bye Charles.

*

If I were to act in the film about Obama,

All I would need to get down, aside from the outer stuff —

And I know that’s important — is his essential kindness,

I’d let the writer put in all the political crap,

And the specific things that he was up against,

All that stuff on CNN and the Huffington Post,

And I’d say the lines that were written, just like Obama

Reads his lines, but what would really put the role over

Would be the goodness at its core.

That’s what will be remembered.

Yes, his race, no one will forget. But the soul too.

I’d win the Academy Award if I just captured that.