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Remembrance: Harriet Zinnes (1919–2019)

Dec 13, 2019

by Stephanie G’Schwind, Colorado Review editor-in-chief

It is with great sadness that we learned of Harriet Zinnes’s passing last week. A frequent contributor to Colorado Review, her poetry appeared in nine issues between 1996 and 2011. CR poetry editor Donald Revell writes, “Harriet Zinnes was a linchpin of American poetry and poetics. In her poems and in her critical writings, she blazoned ever calmly, ever tenderly, with passional contact between the visual and the verbal, between intimate whisper and the wide, wild act. As long as she was with us, the heady days of the New York School, of Abstract Expressionism and Gestural Realism, could never end. In her every utterance, the cross-talk in and around MOMA and amongst the flowers springing out of sidewalks made constant chorus. Harriet Zinnes was the conscience and clerestory of our brightest avant-gardes. She will be keenly missed.”

 

HARRIET ZINNES: A Remembrance by Alice Zinnes

When Zinnes was ten years old, her mother had her write the following note to herself: “I must never make myself dependent on a man.” The career of Harriet Zinnes is an honor to this pledge. Long before the phrase “women’s liberation” had entered common parlance, Harriet Zinnes had attained active publishing and teaching careers, and become a fixture among the downtown NY School poets. So powerful was her voice that she became a role model for not only younger women poets and students, but even men. As one of her students, Professor Jeffrey Spielberger, writes, “I loved Dr. Zinnes, and so did everyone else in the creative writing and modern poetry courses we took with her in the 1964–65 academic year [at Queens College, CUNY]. It was a long, long time ago—but still I remember her positive energy, cheerfulness, and kind support and gentle criticism she gave to a bunch of eager kids. . . .  Without knowing it, she was one of a very select handful who guided me in my half century as a CUNY English professor.” Evan Zimroth, a novelist and Queens College colleague several decades younger than Zinnes, says “[Harriet] had a kind of ‘aura’ about her, and I think it was just her warmth and her boundless social and intellectual energy.” Another younger colleague, poet Anthony O’Brien, writes, “She made that arc publicly through the world, and taught . . . with such a sense that what we did had an essential rightness to it. She affirmed and reaffirmed what we did with poetry.”

Zinnes left in peacefully in her sleep, with very little suffering. Her whole family, except her niece who lives in Singapore, was there. The night before, she listened closely to her son playing the piano and was able to discern that he needed to practice more (the whole family laughed, because she was so right), and the family played a silly game at the dining room table after dinner. On her way to bed she insisted on having her notebook right next to her in case she awoke in the middle of the night to write a poem, a habit she’d had for years.

Harriet Zinnes’s writing, though informed by many disparate traditions and styles, demonstrates the various currents and trends of the American literary tradition in the twentieth century, from the “found poem” à la William Carlos Williams and Marcel Duchamp, to the ekphrastic verse, to the “proprioceptive” “composition by field” championed by Charles Olson in his essay “Projective Verse,” to the more cerebral poetics trends of the 1960s (specifically Robert Smithson’s writing about entropy and site-specific art). She writes, echoing an embodied, Olsonian practice:

Yes life is loss, but for the writer, there is the joy of the very process of creation. Out of loss, out of experience, sad or joyful, there is always the possibility of creating form. I am no formalist, for each poem, it seems to me begs its own form, its own music too. And without music, lyrical, cacophonous, or strangely rooted in prose, there is no poetic line. Therefore, the freedom that comes from the initial moment of word upon word, the outgrowth of the feeling derived from the impulse of the word, from the cumulative of experience lodged in the intense architectonics of memory. There forms the necessary order–becoming, if one is lucky, a singular vision. Finally I should add that I need the sensuous experience of the visual: paintings are necessary feasts to me. So from the eye, from the ear, to the word in multifarious form.

Zinnes lived poetry, and lived for the word. Poet Charles Molesworth writes, “Most of us live in complications and networks of forces and longings. We call this life or reality. But Harriet Zinnes lived much of her life beyond ordinary reality—she lived her life as a trust in poetry. A higher ideal, which she loved and laughed with, knowing poetry would never leave her.” Zinnes trusted the word to such a degree that her family remembers her making many foolish mistakes, such as when she returned from grocery shopping amazed that the tomatoes, clearly labeled “fresh tomatoes,” were rotten. Her words flowed so quickly, especially when writing the rhythm of a line, that she couldn’t write fast enough, giving herself and others the arduous task to decipher her scribbled handwriting into actual sentences. Fortunately, she was a good typist.

That skillful typing ability came in handy when the Romanian composer Gheorghe Costinescu asked her to “play” the typewriter at a debut recital at the MacDowell Colony, with Leonard Bernstein in the audience. Because Bernstein’s letter to the Immigration & Naturalization Services was instrumental in helping Costinescu gain his US citizenship, to this day, Costinescu credits his good friend Harriet Zinnes with helping him become American.

Zinnes was also a member of the Association of International Art Critics and a formidable art critic, writing for The Nation, NY Arts, and other journals.

Harriet Zinnes was born Victoria Harriet Fich in Hyde Park, Massachusetts, to Sara (Goldberg) Fich and Assir N. Fich, a Russian immigrant from a long line of musicians who, at one point, sang tenor for the Metropolitan Opera. Zinnes, who began writing poetry at age six, went to Washington Irving High School (then a fine academic school), became editor of the school paper—and wrote poem after poem.

Prof. Zinnes received her bachelor’s degree at Hunter College (now Hunter College of the City University of New York) in 1939. It was while Zinnes studied at Hunter College that she became more involved in the New York art and poetry scenes, becoming close friends with writer and editor Daisy Aldan, who introduced Zinnes to Anais Nin, setting in motion a deep friendship and intense correspondence that lasted until Nin died in 1977.

On September 24, 1943, Zinnes married Irving I. Zinnes (March 21, 1916–November 17, 1979), and completed her master’s degree at Brooklyn College (now Brooklyn College of the City University of New York) in 1944. She and her husband went on to New York University for their respective doctorate degrees in English and physics. She received her Ph.D. in 1953. Her dissertation, on Alexander Pope’s long poem The Dunciad (1743), became a major formal influence on Zinnes’s own poetic output, even as a force to work against. As novelist Eric Williamson puts it, “Whereas Pope’s work is limited by the notion of form in the Neoclassical tradition, Zinnes’s work is free of form and limited only by the imagination.”

Zinnes continued writing poetry until the end of her life. Of her late work from her 90s, Burt Kimmelman, poet and editor at Marsh Hawk Press, writes, “her late poems—their ethereal, sprightly, fleetingly brilliant statements seeming to have come from beyond the veil—are exciting in their exquisite lightness yet intrigue, which doesn’t dissipate. Zinnes’s last poems are supremely graceful, intelligent, paradoxically profound in their sheer defiance of gravity.”

Zinnes is survived by her two children, Alice, a painter and a professor of studio art at The Pratt Institute and NYC College of Technology, CUNY, and Clifford, a Ph.D. senior fellow at the NORC at the University of Chicago, and Clifford’s three children, Tess Anais (named after her grandmother’s good friend Anais Nin), Robert Sebastian, and Marc Roman.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations be made to the “Gifts in Honor of Harriet Zinnes Fund” at the Academy of American Poets. This fund will in turn be donated to the Academy’s Walt Whitman Award, a prestigious first-book publication prize.

 

Incomplete bibliography

Books

An Eye for an Eye (Folder Editions, 1966)

Blood and Feathers (Moyer Bell, 2006)

Book of Ten (Bellevue Literary Press, 1981)

Book of Twenty (Bellevue Literary Press, 1992)

Drawing on the Wall (Marsh Hawk Press, 2002)

Entroprisms (Gallimaufry, 1978)

Ezra Pound and the Visual Arts (New Directions, 1980)

I Am Not a River (Moyer Bell, 2006)

I Wanted to See Something Flying (Folder Editions, 1976)

Listening to the Rain (Wild Honey Press, 2002)

Lover (Coffee House Press, 1988)

My, Haven’t the Flowers Been? (Magic Circle Press, 1995)

Plunge (Wild Honey Press, 2001)

The Radiant Absurdity of Desire (Avisson Press, 1998)

Waiting and Other Poems (Goosetree Press, 1964)

Whither Nonstopping (Marsh Hawk Press, 2005)

Light Light or The Curvature of The Earth (Marsh Hawk Press, 2009)

Weather Is Whether (Marsh Hawk Press, 2012)

New & Selected Poems (Marsh Hawk Press, 2014)

 

Anthologies

Ravishing Disunities (Wesleyan University Press, 2000)

 

Translations

Blood & Feathers (Schocken, 1988; reprinted: Asphodel / Moyer Bell, 1993)

 

Journals

AGNI, American Letters & Commentary, American Poetry Review, Art & Literature, Black Box, BlazeVOX, Chelsea, Chicago Review, Colorado Review, Confrontation, Denver Quarterly, Famous Reporter, Fulcrum, Harvard Magazine, New Letters, New Rivers, nth position, Pleiades, PMS: poemmemoirstory, Seattle Review, The Manhattan Review, XStream

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