You never know where you’ll find poetry at work.
It was one of those conversations that start on one subject and somehow extend into another subject and then become something entirely different. In this case, a conversation with a secretary on a simple work assignment grew into a discussion about the value of people regardless of their position and then into the inherent value of all work.
It was a moment of poetry at work.
I can’t recall what the specific work assignment was, but it was likely something to do with the company employee magazine (that’s the group she was working in). What prompted it was that she said something self-denigrating about her work: “I’m just a secretary.”
“You’re not just a secretary, ” I replied. “You’re important. And you have inherent value, regardless of what you do for the company or any other organization.”
She looked perplexed, so I said, “You have the same inherent value as a human being as the CEO has.”
“Oh, ” she said, “I don’t believe that. A CEO is more valuable than I am.”
I shook my head. “Not inherently. People have different skills, talents and abilities, and some of those are more valuable than others, but the people themselves have the same inherent value and worth.”
She still disagreed, but I could see she was intrigued, so I plowed on.
“If people didn’t have the same inherent value, why do we get so upset then reorganizations happen, people are laid off, but senior managers are never affected? Isn’t that an organizational expression of your belief that we have different values?”
That captured her attention. She was quite outspoken on the perceived unfairness of reorganizations and layoffs.
“I’ll go one more step, ” I said. “While society, and particularly a capitalist society, values some kinds of work as more important than others, the fact is that all work has an inherent dignity, an inherent sameness of value and worth. All work is good.” And then I thought a moment. “Well, perhaps not all work.”
“Aha!” she said, believing I had tripped myself up.
“Some work, ” I said, “is degrading. Like selling drugs, and prostitution. But then it’s not really work, is it? It’s more like slavery.”
I don’t think I ever convinced her. But our short conversation shook enough of her preconceived notions about people, work and the value of both. She even began to look at her own work differently, and came to understand that it was important, even if it was “just secretarial work.”
A number of poets have struggled with this idea, and one of the best expressions of it is “Filling Station” by Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979). Bishop describes what is clearly dirty work in a clearly dirty workplace, and then sees a begonia and a doily.
Oh, but it is dirty!
—this little filling station,
to a disturbing, over-all
Be careful with that match!
Father wears a dirty,
oil-soaked monkey suit
that cuts him under the arms,
and several quick and saucy
and greasy sons assist him
(it’s a family filling station)
all quite thoroughly dirty.
Do they live in the station?
It has a cement porch
behind the pumps, and on it
a set of crushed and grease-
on the wicker sofa
a dirty dog, quite comfy.
Some comic books provide
the only note of color-
of certain color. They lie
upon a big dim doily
draping a taboret
(part of the set), beside
a big hirsute begonia.
Why the extraneous plant?
Why the taboret?
Why, oh why, the doily?
(Embroidered in daisy stitch
with marguerites, I think.
and heavy with gray crochet.)
Somebody embroidered the doily.
Somebody waters the plant,
or oils it, maybe. Somebody
arranges the rows of cans
so they softly say:
to high-strung automobiles.
Somebody loves us all.
In the midst of all that dirt and grease and filth is a flowering begonia, and a doily, reminders that beauty, and poetry, exist in all work.
Poet Justin Price has a good analysis of “Filling Station” at Hub Pages.
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Poetry at Work, by Glynn Young, foreword by Scott Edward Anderson
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