Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Holly Bass Reviews Alice Walker

The following review was written by Holly Bass.


Gwendolyn Brooks famously said, “Poetry is life distilled.” Alice Walker’s newest book, Hard Times Require Furious Dancing, reveals the evolution of an activist-writer who has distilled her own practice to its purest and simplest form. These are humble poems, composed of sparse lines, often only one or two words in length. But this brevity is not the absence of craft or attention to language. Rather, these poems represent an intentional choice on the part of a mature writer to set aside flourish and embellishment in favor of honesty.  These poems are mantras or prayers with meditative silences humming between their lines.

The work is about getting to a truth, often a very personal truth full of surprising rawness and intimacy. In “I Will Keep Broken Things,” she writes, “I will keep/ your/ wild/ free/ laughter/ though/ it is now/ missing/ its/ reassuring /and/ graceful/ hinge/ ...I will keep/ broken/ things./ I will keep / you: pilgrim / of/ sorrow./ I will keep/ myself.”

These are poems of personal pain and global distress, and love as a form of activism. Walker’s long history of activism is represented not only in the content of the book, but in form as well. Whereas previous recent collections were published by a major house, this newest book was released by an independent publisher, New World Library, that participates in the “Green Press Initiative” powering its offices with solar panels and printing books with 100% recycled paper. The poems themselves reside squarely in the space where the “personal is political.”

The title is a celebration of humanity and an acknowledgment of the fraught times in which we live. In her introduction, she speaks of the need to “dance our sorrows away, or at least integrate them more smoothly into our daily existence.” This theme carries throughout the book, balancing what might be termed an optimistic resignation—yes, our world continues to be marred with oppression and violence, but even if we cannot solve or fix it, we must continue to do the work of dismantling power, no matter how Sisyphean the task.

In the poem “Loving Humans,” written for Aung San Suu Kyi, she writes, “Loving humans/ is tricky/ sometimes/ a slap/ in the face/ is all you get/ for doing it/ just right.”  She continues, “Loving humans/ means/ writing poems & songs/ novels & plays, slogans, chants/ & protest signs...”

Like “Loving Humans,” many of the poems, composed over the course of one year, are written in first person and directed toward specific individuals or entities: activist friends, the grandson she has never met in person, deceased family members whose spirits she continues to carry, even to her decades-old BMW car and beloved animal companions.

At times they recall the spiritual sensibility of Persian poetry. Take, for example, “The Taste of Grudge,” the collection’s longest poem, written in thirteen parts:

I do not
regret
that
I am
imperfect

In each crack
there is
an orchid
growing
…

This we know:
We were
not meant
to suffer
so much
& to learn
nothing.

Ultimately, the book resounds with love-- for women, for the earth, for peacemakers and for humanity. The poems remind us of our own capacity to change ourselves and the world in which we live. To turn our sorrow into “beauty, form and beat.”

Even So by Alice Walker

Love, if it is love, never goes away.
It is embedded in us,
like seams of gold in the Earth,
waiting for light,
waiting to be struck.

Hard Times Require Furious Dancing
Alice Walker
$18.00

A free review copy of this book was provided to Split This Rock by the publisher. 

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Split This Rock Presents: Sunday Kind of Love featuring Melanie Henderson

Split This Rock Presents:
Sunday Kind of Love
featuring
Melanie Henderson

Melanie Henderson

launching her prize-winning collection:

Elegies for New York Avenue


Sunday January 15, 2012

5:00-7:00pm

Busboys & Poets
2021 14th St. NW
Washington, DC 20009

Hosted by Sarah Browning & Katy Richey


Suggested Donation: $5

As always, open mic follows!


Co-Sponsored by Busboys and Poets & Split This Rock


For more information:
www.BusboysandPoets.com

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202-387-POET

Elegies for New York Ave


"Delicious in their sheer sonic energy, the poems in Elegies for New York Avenue take us on a headlong, heady rush through story and memory, portrait and lyric, lament and celebration, every line sounding the way for another, linking again and again to a surprising intimacy and reality. The mosaic of neighborhood and family that Henderson creates is spellbinding. Each piece, each person, each emotion is emblazoned in these poems by precise words and honored by an attention both tender and fierce. These poems throw off sparks. Catch them!"

--Joan Houlihan



BORN HOME


To begin at the beginning

& we are not from this place
We know the snow
doesn't fall in January,

the gum of July doesn't stick to the blood in our skin


& we are not from this place

We know the rows of dependent houses
liberated by separating hues of a president,
my alarm clock's muteness, temporary

it's arteries, a blazing blue; it's 7:59


& we are not from this place

We know how to begin at the beginning
when a high school is just a high school
& our rhythm is not smart

and we are not from this place


We know the vacant eyes of our streets,

pots in the pavement sing

from this place we are from--


We know.



Melanie Henderson was born, raised and lives in Washington, DC. She has an MFA in Creative Writing from Lesley University and studied poetry at the Voices Summer Writing Workshops (VONA). Her paintings, photography and poems have appeared in Drumvoices Revue, Fingernails across the Chalkboard: Poetry and Prose on HIV/AIDS from the Black Diaspora, jubilat, and Southern Women's Review among others. She was selected as a featured reader for the 2009 Joaquin Miller Cabin Poetry Series and as a recipient of the Larry Neal Writers' Award (DC Commission on the Arts and Humanities). She is the Managing Editor of Tidal Basin Review and the mother of a charming little boy.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Poem of the Week: Kim Roberts

Kim Roberts

Portrait of Hippocrates, or Buqrat

from The Falnama of 1703, Topkapi Palace, Istanbul



O augury seeker,
...................know and be aware...

In the book of divination,


Hippocrates rides the simurgh,

..................a mythical bird,

as he returns to his home


carved from emeralds
.....................on Mount Qaf.

With his white turban,


scholar's dark beard,
..............and bright orange robe,

he looks over one shoulder


and strokes the bird's

....................golden tail feathers

.......as she flits through an azure sky


between eddies of clouds.
..................Healer of the sick,

Builder of the first hospital,


Master of alchemy,

................astrology and magic,

.....I have prepared myself


for your prognostication
.................with bathing and prayers,
......opened the book in my blindness,


opened my heart in hope
...................and placed my body,

my wounded body, in your hands.



-Kim Roberts


Used by permission.


Kim Roberts' most recent book, Animal Magnetism (Pearl Editions, 2011), won the 2009 Pearl Prize. She is the editor of Beltway Poetry Quarterly and the anthology Full Moon On K Street: Poems About Washington DC (Plan B Press, 2010). She is the author of two additional books of poems, The Kimnama (Vrzhu Press, 2007), and The Wishbone Galaxy (Washington Writers Publishing House, 1994), and the nonfiction chapbook Lip Smack: A History of Spoken Word in DC (Beltway Editions, 2010).


Roberts will be reading at Split This Rock Poetry Festival: Poems of Provocation & Witness, March 22-25, 2012. Join us!


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Friday, December 9, 2011

Poem of the Week: Alice Walker

Alice Walker


The World We Want Is Us



It moves my heart to see your awakened faces;

the look of "aha!"

shining, finally, in

so many

wide open eyes.

Yes, we are the 99%

all of us

refusing to forget

each other

no matter, in our hunger, what crumbs

are dropped by

the 1%.

The world we want is on the way; Arundhati

and now we

are

hearing her breathing.

That world we want is Us; united; already moving

into it.


-Alice Walker

Written by Alice Walker specifically for Occupy Writers.


Used by permission.


Writer and activist Alice Walker is the author of more than thirty-five volumes of fiction, poetry, and essays. Her work has been translated into more than two dozen languages. She has won numerous awards and honors, including the Lillian Smith Award from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Rosenthal Award from the National Institute of Arts & Letters, and fellowships from the Radcliffe Institute, a Merrill Fellowship, and a Guggenheim Fellowship. She lives in Mendocino, California.


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Friday, December 2, 2011

Poem of the Week: Grace Cavalieri

Grace Cavalieri

The Wall


...........The child stands weeping.

She holds uncooked rice in one hand waiting.
She's idealized into a picture
............for American Television.

The sirens sound. The child embraces the wall, presses
her lips against stone.

............A dog outside howls its
mortality. And that is all she hears before
the vision comes to mind of a mother
she once knew.

...........The Book of Koran
lies open, naked, and torn in a broken house.
............The child cannot speak, and has
forgotten how language sounds.

Can she run across the open courtyard?
Someone may be there. Her dog? Where?
...........Grandmother? Where? Rubble flies.
That was while she stood there clutching her rice
...........in the origin of silence.

-Grace Cavalieri

Used by permission.


Grace Cavalieri is the author of several books and chapbooks of poems, and produced full-length and short- form plays. Her newest publication is Millie's Sunshine Tiki Villas (2010, Casa Menendez). Grace has founded and still produces "The Poet and the Poem" on public radio celebrating 34 years on-air, recorded at the Library of Congress. Her play "ANNA NICOLE: BLONDE GLORY" opened in NYC, 2011, Theater for the New City Dream Up Festival.


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Thursday, December 1, 2011

Creative Democracy: Poetry and the 99%

Split This Rock presented a panel on Tuesday at the George Washington University's University Writing Program's Forum on Democracy and Public Argument. Katherine Howell, GWU professor and Split This Rock blog goddess open the panel with some poems. Sarah Browning, Split This Rock Director, moderated the discussion between Kenneth Carroll, Sonya Renee Taylor, and Esther Iverem. At the end of the panel, Katherine led the audience in creating a cento, or patchwork, poem about the public voice in all its forms. The poem, and pictures from the panel, are below.

Striving to work hard, do good,
feel like fruitless efforts
Fermentation DIY, blackeyed peas & burnt
weiners, Godfather marinara notes scribbled
in a dark theater - recipes for trouble
Kenneth Carroll reads at the panel.
A voice amplified through
poetry is impossible to ignore
Mr. Ferguson screaming at the
night sky, take me! Imploring some
God who took his wife
A love song whistles, gathering -
round, square, triangled,
parallel: singing us home.

Sarah Browning looks on as Sonya Renee speaks.

For those whose blood had paved
freedom's road, I most owe my
voice to the asphalt of this journey.
A no-fly zone over
my voice, my womb,
my loves, my life.
A little stutter, a little shout.
emocycrad (can you say this?)
my public voice? - hidden
in these letters, a word there
but not here
that is not yet speech
Esther Iverem speaks at the panel.

Still wondering what the next
version of the movement
will look like
My public voice is forever vigilant
to hear wishing for wider fellowship
yearning for newsprint to open up
and release the anguish.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Poem of the Week: Kathleen Hellen

Kathleen Hellen

Belly Song



I sit in the front row of

bleachers -- cheap seats for greater grief.
My son


the tribe in his ribs
the strength in him, keen, huddled
runs through the hits, breathes
through the pale ghost of stitches
these games that go long into hard victories.


Who knows how long we have them?
when sirens call to the streets
when one sends back his fatigue


another's enlisted.


The bones of an open humvee. The bones
at a roadside checkpoint.


It might be that we swallow them:
A belly song. A flag sent home
A rosary like dog tags


A triage of crows flies over
My son


packs up his cleats
The fog of his breathing surrenders
He limps to the car where I tender
his wounds. The bones
of a cradle, breaking.



-Kathleen Hellen



First appeared in Yellow Medicine Review, Fall 2009


Used by permission.


Kathleen Hellen is the author of The Girl Who Loved Mothra (Finishing Line Press, 2010). Her work has appeared in Cimarron Review; the Cortland Review; The Evansville Review; the Hollins Critic; In Posse Review; Prairie Schooner; RHINO; Subtropics; among others; and on WYPR's "The Signal." Awards include the Washington Square Review and Thomas Merton poetry prizes, as well as individual artist grants from Maryland and Baltimore City. She is senior editor for The Baltimore Review.


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