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A distinctive and accessible breakout collection which explores family, history, sexuality, and African-American identity.
Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9781556591259 |
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Publisher: | Copper Canyon Press |
Publication date: | 04/01/1999 |
Pages: | 176 |
Product dimensions: | 5.40(w) x 8.90(h) x 0.80(d) |
Read an Excerpt
Chapter One
"Though we do not believe it yet,
the interior lift is a real life, and
the intangible dreams of people have
a tangible effect on the world."
All the Way Home
The lamps hung like a lynching
In my town.
It was a dark town.
In a dark town,
Light is a ragged scar.
Fright begs that ragged scar.
It begs doorways.
I love that town.
From its lean men
I learned Emotion;
And how to hold that fine edge,
That makes us
people ...
Mrs. Blackwell's
Sold her house.
Since her husband revolved his head,
She wears bright hats
That speak to people.
B.J.'s doing time.
His children betray that time,
By the breathing it takes
To dream through windows.
Mary Lee dreams him letters;
She dreams by heart ...
Now I feel a new scar.
I've left home
And leaned so far,
I'm almost zero.
And though it's lonely,
Whatever knowing is,
It strings a long fine wire.
At night I lie awake
And listen to that wire
All the way home.
Benign Neglect/West Point, Mississippi, 1970
Suppose you were dreaming about your family,
And when you woke up
You found a man named Sonny Stanley
Had just shot you (5 times),
Or justice
Lookedjust like the color your blood was running
Running wild in the world
But the world wouldn't see.
Then
You read, somewhere
(I think it's the papers),
If it's a problem, Boy,
We don't have one here;
We don't ask a man to die
Like groceries babbling froth to flies.
But bleeding,
You watch your neighbors
Write away to their windows to
Hide! Hide!
"He's not there. He's not there."
The last sentence?
The last sentence is your Father
One of the windows ...
"He's not there. He's not there."
Good-bye, Johnny.
Our Lady of Congress
The opposition likes dry poems
No storms
That are holding hands
The same way
It begins to rain
When we suspect our lives.
The answer to everything
Is a just peace
(So we elected him president),
Or better umbrellas
That are not afraid.
It is an aesthetic form
History has taken,
To adjust time to a seashell
When strong water comes.
So we go back on our lives.
Reliving all of our curves when we were worms.
Caution, inside
Never learns
No poem is listening to our
Lives
This way,
Not even the earth.
Justice is in stones
With thirst.
Large storms live on weight
And look our way
When the seals are broken.
Water is success
Whispered to stone like slime.
What we are behind our faces
Is a crack that's leaking,
A yell that's lost its body in a shell.
There are no more words
For old Yankee faces like ours
But the luck we have left.
American Roots: Moral Associations
1 Kinship:
Is embarrassing the wind,
Like dead black boys,
Falling down from the trees,
Then downstream
On their knees,
Blood like,
Like a rich nation.
2 Metaphor:
Becomes humiliating,
And clean,
Ticking like a ripe machine.
Do not
Bend,
Fold,
Or mutilate me
This is your future speaking.
3 The air smells so metaphysical
We have accused it
Of smog,
And lost manhood,
Then all ritual.
4 Whoever wrote:
A view is a mountain speaking
But left the introduction
For the snow,
And accused silence
Of its soul.
5 The whole nation:
Is a stanza of blackness,
A huge white whale,
Faith in space
(Like the newspapers),
And the quiet insistence
We have peace,
And it's your world, brother.
Elephant Rock
We take place in what we believe.
I've memorized that
Because
It's life
And that
Invisible
If you're thinking in the dark.
Take the line we drew
Around Elephant Rock,
A beginning
That could happen
Any day
You put your thumb
Down
That long block
And saw all neighbors
As trees.
On our side
We kept these
Possibilities:
1. Mount up now
2. You're tenk
3. This country is your trail too
We began to see
Near this rock
What did not look right
In our books,
That presence
Was enough
And
Anyone who worked
Should be free
To meet himself
Sometime.
We called it
Cowboys and Indians
Or
The girls should stay home
It's safe that way.
But every day this
Mythology
Grew
We'd lose time
And we'd lose.
One day, Jerry said
Believe
Go ahead
Believe.
We tried
To keep the thin trails,
Old trees,
But there's something wrong
With America
If you're Black
Believe
Go ahead
Believe.
These three were the most creative:
Breno Jones
He left five kids,
And a thin, incredible wife.
Duke
He was never lucky,
He just died
&
Jerry too,
OD'd
At the feet of Elephant Rock ...
And because even this is not enough,
Something else
Over their heads
That still takes place
In America.
Old walls
&
Tall rocks
With that sign
I could never understand
JESUS SAVES
Table of Contents
from SKINS ON THE EARTH | |
I All the Way Home | 5 |
Benign Neglect/West Point, Mississippi, 1970 | 7 |
Our Lady of Congress | 8 |
American Roots: Moral Associations | 10 |
Elephant Rock | 12 |
Oluranti | 15 |
A Splendid Thing Growing | 16 |
He Imagined the Gorgeous Pattern of the New Skin and | |
Settled for America | 18 |
Strike One, Strike Two: A Savage Song | 20 |
The Holy Ghost Will Not Materialize | 21 |
II The Violence of Pronoun | 23 |
Water Can Only Wrap Me, but Life Must Hold Me | 25 |
Eloma | 26 |
Esom | 27 |
For These Conditions There Is No Abortion | 28 |
Laborer | 30 |
Indeed | 31 |
Bedding Down | 32 |
The Carpenter | 33 |
After the Truckers' Restaurant | 35 |
Two Voices from Hester Street (1904) | 36 |
III Tyson's Corner | 39 |
Constellations | 40 |
Southern Comfort: A Gentleman | 42 |
Lynching and Burning | 44 |
Looking at a Bus Stop | 45 |
Into the Open Heart | 46 |
Survival | 47 |
The Dark God of Roses | 48 |
IV The Morning Star | 52 |
The Fountain | 53 |
Field | 54 |
Biological Light | 56 |
Westward Expansion | 58 |
A Poem to My Notebook, Across Winter | 59 |
Waking | 60 |
from LOVE IS NOT A CONSOLATION; IT IS A LIGHT | |
I from Postcards: A Metaphysical Journey | 65 |
II Love and the Healing: 2 | 69 |
Ambiguities | 71 |
III Lyric 4 | 73 |
Lyric 5 | 73 |
Lyric 6 | 73 |
IV Notes on a Painter's Palette | 75 |
Lyric 7 | 81 |
Lyric 8 | 81 |
V Reading a Story to My Child | 83 |
Like van Gogh, I Can't Begin in Prose | 87 |
Turning from the National Geographic to Peer out the | |
Window | 91 |
Lyric 10 | 93 |
Lyric 11 | 95 |
Lyric 12 | 95 |
VI 25 Exposures | 97 |
Lyric 13 | 101 |
Lyric 14 | 102 |
VII Ocean of the Streams of Story | 104 |
Love Poem 4 | 106 |
Love Poem 6 | 106 |
DREAMER | |
I "We came to know each other" | 109 |
"That day" | 111 |
"When the butterflies appear" | 113 |
"Today" | 114 |
"I think I will make the man thin" | 116 |
"I told her to go outside" | 119 |
"I was to become a Bajan" | 120 |
"What do stories do?" | 121 |
II Dreamer | 125 |
III That in Itself Is the Proverb | 152 |
Sunday | 154 |
We Are Going to Be Here Now | 155 |
Lord, Man | 157 |
Tale | 159 |
Once | 161 |
Worship | 162 |
Focus | 163 |
Talk | 165 |
Dread | 168 |
Pearle's Poem | 170 |
Pentecostal | 172 |
Song | 173 |
Carnival | 175 |
Textual Notes to Dreamer | 176 |
IF THERE WERE NO DAYS, WHERE WOULD WE LIVE | |
I After That | 181 |
Yellow Sweet Clover | 182 |
At Colm's Foot | 182 |
The Waterfall | 183 |
Anniversary | 183 |
The Sniper | 184 |
There Are Always Fish Here | 185 |
Signing | 186 |
Why | 187 |
May, Age 2 | 188 |
Dancing with Wolves | 188 |
Water Carrier | 189 |
By the Mule River | 190 |
Ripe | 191 |
Aubade | 192 |
Call It What You Want | 193 |
Obsessions Are Important | 194 |
Ironing | 197 |
Lemon Verbena | 198 |
Ars Poetica | 199 |
¿Qué Pasa? | 200 |
All This | 201 |
The End of the Beginning of the Story | 202 |
Nelson | 203 |
Maps | 204 |
Kindling | 204 |
Good Night | 205 |
Things That Are Like Butterflies | 205 |
Fire Starters | 206 |
Lists | 206 |
Teo & Monacita | 207 |
Getting Ready to Talk about Metaphors & Similes on | |
Valentine's Day | 208 |
A Story | 209 |
Listening to the Curandera | 210 |
Wind | 211 |
The Marathon | 211 |
The Wily Cover-Thief's Tale | 212 |
II If There Were No Days, Where Would We Live | 214 |
About the Author | 233 |
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