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The Lost Pilot by James Tate

The Lost Pilot by James Tate. Ben Remillard. James Tate (1943-Present). James Vincent Appleby was born on December 8, 1943

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The Lost Pilot by James Tate

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  1. The Lost Pilot by James Tate Ben Remillard

  2. James Tate (1943-Present) • James Vincent Appleby was born on December 8, 1943 • His father died in Germany at the age of twenty-two, five months after Tate was born. Tate wrote The Lost Pilot around the same age as his father’s death • After his father’s death, Tate’s mother remarried twice. Tate took the surname of his second stepfather • Tate received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for his Selected Poems, in 1992 • He has taught poetry at UMass Amherst since 1971

  3. The Lost Pilot BY JAMES TATE for my father, 1922-1944 Your face did not rot like the others—the co-pilot, for example, I saw him yesterday. His face is corn- mush: his wife and daughter, the poor ignorant people, stare as if he will compose soon. He was more wronged than Job. But your face did not rot

  4. like the others—it grew dark, and hard like ebony; the features progressed in their distinction. If I could cajole you to come back for an evening, down from your compulsive orbiting, I would touch you, read your face as Dallas, your hoodlum gunner, now, with the blistered eyes, reads his braille editions. I would touch your face as a disinterested scholar touches an original page. However frightening, I would discover you, and I would not

  5. turn you in; I would not make you face your wife, or Dallas, or the co-pilot, Jim. You could return to your crazy orbiting, and I would not try to fully understand what it means to you. All I know is this: when I see you, as I have seen you at least once every year of my life, spin across the wilds of the sky like a tiny, African god, I feel dead. I feel as if I were the residue of a stranger’s life, that I should pursue you.

  6. My head cocked toward the sky, I cannot get off the ground, and, you, passing over again, fast, perfect, and unwilling to tell me that you are doing well, or that it was mistake that placed you in that world, and me in this; or that misfortune placed these worlds in us.

  7. And now, James Burg will read

  8. The Lost Pilot BY JAMES TATE for my father, 1922-1944 Your face did not rot like the others—the co-pilot, for example, I saw him yesterday. His face is corn- mush: his wife and daughter, the poor ignorant people, stare as if he will compose soon. He was more wronged than Job. But your face did not rot

  9. like the others—it grew dark, and hard like ebony; the features progressed in their distinction. If I could cajole you to come back for an evening, down from your compulsive orbiting, I would touch you, read your face as Dallas, your hoodlum gunner, now, with the blistered eyes, reads his braille editions. I would touch your face as a disinterested scholar touches an original page. However frightening, I would discover you, and I would not

  10. turn you in; I would not make you face your wife, or Dallas, or the co-pilot, Jim. You could return to your crazy orbiting, and I would not try to fully understand what it means to you. All I know is this: when I see you, as I have seen you at least once every year of my life, spin across the wilds of the sky like a tiny, African god, I feel dead. I feel as if I were the residue of a stranger’s life, that I should pursue you.

  11. My head cocked toward the sky, I cannot get off the ground, and, you, passing over again, fast, perfect, and unwilling to tell me that you are doing well, or that it was mistake that placed you in that world, and me in this; or that misfortune placed these worlds in us.

  12. Organization • 16 stanzas • No Rhyme Scheme • No Rhythm and Meter

  13. The Speaker • The Speaker of the poem is the author. • This comes from both the subtitle “For my father, 1922-1944,” and the fact that Tate’s father was shot down while doing bombing runs across Germany during WWII.

  14. Breaking Up the Stanzas Stanzas 1-4 • The Speaker compares the severely disfigured face of the co-pilot with the pilot. • The Pilot’s face became dark and hard, making him look more distinguished while the co-pilot is cornmush Stanzas 5-8 -The Speaker wishes that he could meet with the pilot, to try and understand and “discover” the Pilot for the first time in his life

  15. Stanzas 9-13 • Tate says that if he met with his father, he would not make him face the people who he affected due to his flying, (His co-pilot, gunner, and wife) • The speaker compares the Pilot to an African god, which shows the reverence Tate has for his father. • Tate describes his desire to follow in his father’s footsteps, being only “the residue of a stranger’s life.” Meaning that the speaker is all that is left of the Pilot’s life

  16. Stanzas 14-16 • While the Pilot is always going to be perfect in what he does, the speaker will never be able to live up to the Pilot’s legacy • The Pilot is unable to tell Tate what he is doing wrong, and unable to tell Tate that it was unfortunate that they both had to lead such misfortunate lives without each other

  17. Diction and Syntax • The poem is a very straightforward with simple language • The poem is written as a formal conversation between the author and the Pilot, asking for one chance to meet with his father • Written as if Tate was talking to a stranger, which his father is

  18. Dominant Imagery • Comparison between Job, who was severely wronged by God for no good reason, and the copilot, whose “face is cornmush” • The Pilot is compared to “a tiny, African god,” which is like a small star that may only show up at certain parts of the year (as I have seen you at least- once every year of my life,- spin across the wilds of the sky) • This line shows how Tate tries to connect in some way with his father at least once a year by trying to discover or understand him

  19. Dominant Imagery • The disfigurement of the co-pilot and the gunner- Both contrast with the image of the Pilot, who, in his death, is more distinguished than he was before his death, while the gunner is blind with blistered eyes and the copilot is severely disfigured • And, in the last three stanzas, “I cannot get off the ground, -and, you, passing over again,- fast, perfect, and unwilling -to tell me that you are doing-well, or that it was mistake -that placed you in that world, -and me in this; or that misfortune- placed these worlds in us.” This passage describes how Tate feels toward his relationship with his father. While the Pilot is always going to remain a near perfect being in Tate’s mind, Tate himself is never going to measure up. Because of his father’s death, the two will always remain without having any idea who the other was

  20. Conclusion In the poem, Tate tries to ask his father why they are so different in their lives; how Tate’s father can be so successful at what he does while Tate “cannot get off the ground.” Tate is left without any answers, being forced to live without knowing why they were both born into such different worlds without knowing each other. The Pilot then is always going to be a mystery to Tate; someone who the speaker will try and follow after but never be the same as. Being unable to understand or meet his father, the Pilot will remain only as a revered image that Tate has set up in his mind.

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