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Back Draft: Charif Shanahan

The poet on ancestral homelands, Blackness in the Arab world, and living with poetry in your bones.

All of us carry wounds in one form or another. Sometimes those wounds are visible to the people around us; sometimes they stay concealed. And sometimes the wound itself is a painful reflection of how one is seen or unseen, all the ways that one’s identity might be fitted and forced into a particular frame.

Charif Shanahan’s poem “Wound,” from his brilliant new collection Trace Evidence, explores what it means to speak from a position that is “simultaneously hyper-visible and invisible.” His poetry examines how mixed racial identities take shape in the collective imagination, alongside the reality of their frequent erasure. With a lyrical voice that’s at once pointed and poised, Shanahan holds up a mirror to reveal the errors of society’s seeing.

Before we spoke, Shanahan asked if there was a particular poem of his I’d like to discuss. I suggested we could look at this one, a favorite of mine. It hadn’t occurred to me that I was looking at a broken sonnet, a poem concealing a wound of its own.

Ben Purkert for Guernica

Guernica: Talk to me about where this poem came from.

All of my poems typically come from the same place: the ruminations

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