I Speak of the City: Victor Hernández Cruz


By Lingual Wholes: Back Cover
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[Last night’s SPT MLA Off-Site Reading was a great chance to hear some local work, read a duet poem with Barb and drop one of my more favorite recent poems (A Bodega on Anywhere Avenue) but the biggest thrill was meeting Stephen Vincent. I’ve been a huge fan of Vincent’s visionary work as publisher and editor of Momo’s Press which published much of Jessica Hagedorn, Ishamael Reed and Victor Hernández Cruz’s early work.

Finding a used copy of Cruz’s By Lingual Wholes (for $1!) was not only a great addition to the Sexy Loft Library but also helped me in my quest for publication. Yes, online journal and e-books are a new part of the literary landscape that are here to stay but the physical object that is the book will remain timeless and can;t be easily replaced by a screen image or PDF as evidenced by Momo’s Press layout of the graphic poems in By Lingual Wholes.]

The Four Corners

The first corner has become a
bodega whose window is full of
platanos who have traveled
miles to rest in that reality
green with splashes of black
running down their spines
The other corner had a restaurant
a crab running out of the door
speaking: You can’t write about
my belly unless you taste it
The other third corner found
a group of friends singing
They became clocks with their
a zoon zoon zoon
zoon su Babare

The last and final corner
is where I stand
like a fool making this up

© Victor Hernández Cruz

I Speak of the City: Gwendolyn Brooks


Gwendolyn Brooks
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[Chi-town sure does produce some good poetry. I’ve only been to Chicago a few times but each time has been memorable especially my first time in the dead middle of Logan Square (circa 1995) spending the week in what would kindly be called a hotel (OB: Cabbie, drop me off right here. CABBIE: Here? OB: Yeah. CABBIE: You sure you don’t want me to take you somewhere else?). The place was a wreck but the neighborhood was great with some of the best mornin’ café con leche and warm buttered pan de sal I’ve ever had in the states. It also gave me a great chance to walk around and get a feel for the history of Chicago architecture and city planning with its long alleys and wooden fire escapes reminding me of the BX but not at the same time.

This Gwendolyn Brooks poem is giving me the same feeling, like I’ve been in this building and heard the same conversation but under different circumstances. An artistic feat that Ms Brooks seems to be able to accomplish in every line break.]

Kitchenette Building

We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,
Grayed in, and gray. “Dream” mate, a giddy sound, not strong
Like “rent”, “feeding a wife”, “satisfying a man”.

But could a dream sent up through onion fumes
Its white and violet, fight with fried potatoes
And yesterday’s garbage ripening in the hall,
Flutter, or sing an aria down these rooms,

Even if we were willing to let it in,
Had time to warm it, keep it very clean,
Anticipate a message, let it begin?

We wonder. But not well! not for a minute!
Since Number Five is out of the bathroom now,
We think of lukewarm water, hope to get in it.

© Gwendolyn Brooks

Movement In Literature: The Taqwacores


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The US and British Punk Movements have been heavy on my mind ever since I committed to bringing the 70s Bronx of my youth alive in a poetry collection. Early Hip-Hop owes a lot to the anti-establishment art scene from the back-in-the-day Bowery and if you want proof take a peek at photos from Post-Blitz London and the Benign Neglect South Bronx.

Thinking about those connections has me really interested in this article from the NY Times:

Young Muslims Build a Subculture on an Underground Book
By CHRISTOPHER MAAG

CLEVELAND — Five years ago, young Muslims across the United States began reading and passing along a blurry, photocopied novel called “The Taqwacores,” about imaginary punk rock Muslims in Buffalo.

“This book helped me create my identity,” said Naina Syed, 14, a high school freshman in Coventry, Conn.

A Muslim born in Pakistan, Naina said she spent hours on the phone listening to her older sister read the novel to her. “When I finally read the book for myself,” she said, “it was an amazing experience.”

The novel is “The Catcher in the Rye” for young Muslims, said Carl W. Ernst, a professor of Islamic studies at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Springing from the imagination of Michael Muhammad Knight, it inspired disaffected young Muslims in the United States to form real Muslim punk bands and build their own subculture.

More here.

You can also take a peek at the book through Google books and check the poem Muhammad Was A Punk Rocker. But the thing I am most excited about is finding out more about this community that is being captured in lit and how they are rallying around their own history. I’m not at all surprised about it, just happy to see it appear in American letters (again).

Don’t need no hateration

The news of that Elizabeth Alexander has been chosen as Inaugural Poet still has me trippin’ in all kinds of good ways. I know there is Haterade flowin’ freely from George Packer, blogging for the New Yorker, and from some folks at the Harriet blog but I perceive that as the vocal minority when it comes to poets seeking to nation build through verse.

I’m not gonna front like I’m a huge Elizabeth Alexander fan but I am looking forward to reading more of her work and, like everyone else, I will be checking out the Inaugural Poem from every kind of angle. Well, maybe not like everyone, since poetic presentation is not on everyone’s personal poetic rubric but maybe if it was they would be asked to read in (no hype here) front of the world. If they also focused on community connectivity (Alexander knows Obama from way back in the day when he was just a community organizer) instead of bringing a hammer down on attempts to create a mosaic from fractures, they would be asked to share their poem in the biggest spotlight American poetry has received in a long time. Then again, if all you want to do is share your work with a captive audience who is only digesting it because they’ve been forced to, it’s all good.

Back to the positive, Alexander has a great write up in the Politics section of the New York Times with thoughts about:

The Inaugural Poem
“Writing an occasional poem has to attend to the moment itself,” she said in an interview, “but what you hope for, as an artist, is to create something that has integrity and life that goes beyond the moment.”

Who Should’ve Been the Inaugural Poet
“(Gwendolyn Brooks) should have been the one, were she living, for this,” Ms. Alexander said of the honor bestowed by Mr. Obama. “The Bard of the South Side. She wrote from Obama’s neighborhood for so many years.” Here she recited Brooks’s familiar line: “Conduct your blooming in the noise and whip of the whirlwind.”

Obama’s Effect on the Inaugural Poem
“President-elect Obama is extremely efficient with language,” she added. “It is tremendously rich and tremendously precise but also never excessive. I really, really admire that. That’s a poet’s sensibility. I’m going to follow his lead.”
Complete article here.

Also happy to see a mention of Cave Canem in the article, another great example of Ms Alexander’s community building.

Speaking of building, Graywolf Press is set to distribute the Inaugural Poem in chapbook format which should result in an influx of working capital in addition to the great press and free advertising they are currently receiving. All of this is a fine recipe for a publishing house to stay solvent through a rough time for most of other poetry publishers. A true shot in the arm for contemporary poetic literature.

A shot in the arm if you are interested in poetry thriving as a diverse and varied body with distinct areas of growth that can all take a fair share of the spotlight. However, if your view of contemporary American poetics is trapped in a degenerative myopia, then keep on walking and go sip your cup of Haterade over by the edge of the nearest and most convenient cliff.

I Speak of the City: Paul Martínez Pompa


shots fired in Humboldt Park
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[Pepper Spray is one excellent chapbook. After having read it, I can see why Pompa was chosen as the winner of this year’s Andrés Montoya Prize. His writing brings the brutality of police violence and joy of urban survival right in the reader’s face without relying on pathos or sympathy. These poems are executed with great poetic skill and technique that brings the streets much closer to the reader than any tabloid headline or 11 o’clock news report ever could.

When William Carlos Williams bemoaned that “it is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there,” he was beseeching the reader to seek out collections like Paul Martínez Pompa’s Pepper Spray.]

How to Hear Chicago

Here a spirit must yell
to be heard yet a bullet

need only whisper to make
its point—sometimes I imagine

you right before your death
with an entire city in your ears.

© Paul Martínez Pompa