At the poetry foundation blog, Harriett Staff writes:
Cleveland, Ohio, and Hart Crane
by Harriett Staff
Hart Crane, one of America’s most mythologized poets, had a lifelong love/hate relationship with Cleveland, where he was raised.
The Los Angeles Review of Books’s
Anne Trubek calls him “not a New York poet but a Cleveland poet: a mess
of a thing, a striving wreck of promise and all too human failings:”
At seventeen he wanted out of Cleveland, and he left for
New York. He would soon return. And he would repeat that pattern for
another decade, coming back to Cleveland when he was broke and needed a
job, or at the behest of his needy mother, or because he wanted to. He
worked at a munitions plant on the waterfront, working seventeen-hour
days six days a week tightening bolts. (C.A. always gave him lowly jobs
to test his mettle, a test Crane always failed.) That job didn’t last
long — nor did his job as a camp counselor, or as a riveter for another
war-related plant. The first world war ended right when it looked like
he would be drafted. He wrote a poem about the armistice that was
published in the Cleveland Plain Dealer, who then hired him as a cub
reporter. He lasted seven weeks. He went back to New York, and then came
back home again.
…In Cleveland, he supervised bulk storage. He had affairs. He went
out on “mad carouses” that began with “pigs’ feet and sauerkraut” and
ended in his tower, where he played classical music for his arty
friends. At one point someone in town found out about his penchant for
sailors and truck drivers. Crane paid $10 week, out of his $25 weekly
wage, to buy the man’s silence.
Read more about Crane and his hometown
here.