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Joseph Chapman's contemplative poem examines the relational dichotomy of the powerful and those who support them, inspired by 1 Kings 5:13.

1 Kings 5:13

Tower and Document

By 

Joseph Chapman

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Curated by: 

Laura Eve Engel

2016

Poetry

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One thing I love about the Hebrew Bible is that it's full of competing and contradictory narratives. There are two creation stories. The book of Ruth includes a Moabite in the genealogy of King David even though Deuteronomy 23:3 prohibits intermarriage between Israelites and Moabites. The book of Joshua very clearly states that the Israelites killed all the Canaanites who were in the Promised Land, but then the same Canaanites who were supposedly killed show up again later. Likewise, 1 Kings 9:15 and 20-22 assure us that Solomon only conscripted Canaanites to build his temple, but 1 Kings 5:13 tells a different story. Solomon not only conscripted his own people, he conscripted thirty thousand of his own people. What's fascinating to me are the reasons why a redactor might add or juxtapose a second, competing narrative. Of course, it's all speculation but I find myself wondering what the second creation story adds; why the book of Ruth contradicts Deuteronomy 23:3; why a redactor needed to claim the utter annihilation of the Canaanites in Joshua; or why 1 Kings 9:15 and 20-22 protests that Solomon only conscripted foreign labor.


Much of the redactor's interest might inhere in the legacy particular historical figures leave behind as characters in the text. Take Solomon, for example. The text tells us, quite often, that Solomon was a wise king and that God even favored Solomon over David, at least when it came to the construction of God's Temple. But in 1 Kings 5:13, Solomon enslaves his own people, which is hardly the thing a just and wise king should be doing in the Hebrew Bible, given the stigma and undesirability of slavery, and the decidedly bad taste the whole Egyptian episode left in the mouths of the Israelite people. Solomon also makes a deal with the Phoenician king Hiram for building materials. At first glance, Solomon seems like a shrewd king. But once you do the numbers and look a little closer, you realize that Hiram dictates the terms of the deal. You also notice that the terms favor Hiram. Hiram tacks on cypress to Solomon's order of cedar surely an early example of the "upgrade" gambit‚ and charges him 20,000 cors of wheat per year. The cost might not mean much until you do some further math and stumble upon the fact that Solomon's royal household only takes in 33,000 cors of wheat per year in taxes and tributes. Solomon ends up devoting more than half of Israel's income to building materials for the Temple. Debt accrues rapidly and in 9:11 Solomon decreases the deficit by selling Israelite land to Hiram. It all starts to sound a little familiar, especially for those of us in the U.S. who see an exorbitant amount of our tax dollars going to military spending and unjust wars and not to the underprivileged of our society.


In my poem, I not only wanted to call out Solomon for enslaving his own people, I also wanted to place Solomon alongside other historical kings and political leaders who oppress others through "tower and document." I'm not sure that I was successful in my attempt to weave together these multiple narratives, however. There can be a clumsiness to juxtaposition, especially when it comes to suffering. In the famous opening of Anna Karenina Tolstoy writes: "All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." I think the same could be said of the suffering that results from oppressive regimes, and so I worry that the poem equates the enslavement of Israelites with that of Native Americans, or that it equates either of those enslavements with an unjust economic system in the U.S. That said, the tools of oppression and power, "tower and document," often look strikingly familiar across historical epochs. And so, I hope that the reader's attention is drawn more to those similarities instead. If nothing else, I would hope that my poem and artist's statement opens up the reader to the richness and variety of the biblical voice(s). For every story of an oppressive Solomon, there's another that lifts up equality and justice, like the opening of Psalm 133: "How very good and pleasant it is / when kindred live together in unity!" In our own contemporary society, poetry can serve as one of those other voices, a voice imagining an alternative to oppression and injustice.



Spark Notes

The Artist's Reflection

Joseph Chapman studied English, philosophy, and creative writing at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and went on to earn a Masters of Fine Arts in poetry at the University of Virginia, where he was the recipient of the Henry Hoyns Fellowship and Academy of American Poets Prize. His poems have appeared in Boston ReviewGulf Coast, The CollagistThe Cincinnati ReviewDIAGRAM, The Best American Poetry, and elsewhere.


He is currently an Inquirer in the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) and in the first year of a Masters of Divinity program at San Francisco Theological Seminary, where he is the recipient of a Presidential Scholarship, Merit Scholarship, and Presbyterian Study Grant, as well as the Eugene C. Dinsmore Scholarship from the Omaha Presbyterian Seminary Foundation.

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We shall bind you to the yoke of Church and Their Highnesses; we enslave your persons, wives sons, sell or dispose as King sees fit;

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Tower and Document

by Joseph Chapman


King Solomon conscripted laborers from all Israel—

thirty thousand men.

—1 Kings 5:13


King Solomon conscripted laborers from all Israel—thirty thousand men. —1 Kings 5:13


We shall bind you to the yoke of Church and Their

Highnesses; we enslave your persons, wives sons, sell or

dispose as King sees fit; seize possessions harm much can

disobedient resisting vassals.


—King Ferdinand Taino-Arawak Indians



A mother hen gathers her brood.

She unspools the thread.

The garden—that one—in us like stillness.


Someone rends soul in silence.

Someone stitches it up.

Then clear rain spills over culverts


into streets. In Hebrew class

we are learning how Israelites

had words for wind and breath and life


but no concept soul, word for

that. No matter, King Solomon built

his temple on exact hill


where Eden vanished: a palimpsest

connecting all living things.

Except, of course, thirty thousand


who cut quarried stone.

Except, Pedro Angela,

with whom I cooked burgers fries


every summer during college,

and sipped coffee long

afternoons, talking about our lives,


actual dreamt, Spanish.




Driving south, Spanish missions

litter California coast

like wildflowers.


Out here winter greens hills.

The green hills winter. Out here

pleasure gets simpler as you age


and suffering comes shifts,

five years at time, life time.

Sometimes they said we had souls,


& so broke bodies.

Sometimes didn’t have souls,

& bodies.


When can’t sleep picture golfers

whose orders took turnhouse

window, their neatly pressed slacks,


Angela back kitchen

dropping baskets fries mocking

Mr. So-and-So’s ridiculous V-neck


sweater. History is an argument

against those who survive,

against king sacrament,


tower document.


A family lived near my high school,

although never saw them.


blue tarp covered roof

and goats wandered yard.

Toy bikes engine blocks,


smoke escaping from lone

stovepipe winter.

Bashō wrote this haiku


two weeks before he died:

Deep autumn—

my neighbor,


how does live, wonder?

For drove by yard,

thinking same, empty


thoughts. At end history,

most won’t be able to say, exactly,

who conscripted them,


bodies,

and healed them.">






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