Tula: Poems
By Chris Santiago and A. Van Jordan
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Tula: a ruined Toltec capital; a Russian city known for its accordions; Tagalog for “poem.”
Prismatic, startling, rich with meaning yet sparely composed, Chris Santiago’s debut collection of poems—selected by A. Van Jordan as the winner of the 2016 Lindquist & Vennum Prize for Poetry—begins with one word and transforms it, in a dazzling sleight of hand, into a multivalent symbol for the immigrant experience. Tula: Santiago reveals to readers a distant land devastated by war. Tula: its music beckons in rhythms, time signatures, and lullabies. Tula: can the poem, he seems to ask, build an imaginative bridge back to a family lost to geography, history, and a forgotten language?
Inspired by the experiences of the second-generation immigrant who does not fully acquire the language of his parents, Tula paints the portrait of a mythic homeland that is part ghostly underworld, part unknowable paradise. Language splinters. Impossible islands form an archipelago across its landscape. A mother sings lullabies and a father works the graveyard shift in Saint Paul—while in the Philippines, two dissident uncles and a grandfather send messages and telegrams from the afterlife.
Deeply ambitious, a collection that examines the shortcomings and possibilities of both language and poetry themselves, Tula introduces a major new literary talent.
Praise for Tula
“A book that both transports us and transforms us.” —Viet Thanh Nguyen
“A debut collection that is a spare, elegant engagement with language. . . . Santiago’s struggles with identity are well-explored, but his linguistic savvy and precision truly stand out.” —Publishers Weekly
“Santiago seems to recognize that words will always hold power, even as their meanings evolve. Through everything, Tula delves into these nuances of language: how it is suppressed, how it is weaponized, how it loves, how it informs, and how it is often as fleeting as a birdsong. Tula is therefore a celebration of the ephemeral and the permanent, a lovely testament to the beauty of contradiction.” —Chicago Review of Books
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Tula - Chris Santiago
Audiometry
Because my son thinks I am a citadel—
soundproof. A repository.
Because horsing around at bedtime he pierced
my cochlea with a pencil.
The first time I saw the inner ear
I thought it looked like a little life, thriving
but not yet big enough
for me to feel for it any kind of empathy.
By what were such things fed?
Would it overgrow its carapace
& make of the body a coppered bell?
And then I was sixteen & crossing
Saint Paul with my father. A seashell
in his pocket which for his own reasons
he refuses to wear. He can’t hear
the Chicano keeping pace behind us,
lean & loose-limbed,
clucking, Gooks, gooks.
For years, he’d sat a little further from us
each night at the dinner table
hollowed out by the roll of stock tickers
all through his graveyard hours.
It’s a remarkable machine
the nurse slides into my ear canal, built
to detect lies & arrhythmia & the trembling
of incalculable tranches of earth.
I pulled his pace toward mine but declined
to parse his solitude for him—planes
of salt-haloed stone refusing
to let footfalls cut to their holdings.
Tula
The linnet will be singing.
A man will awaken on his deathbed,
not yet cured.
—LARRY LEVIS
Blood stranger,
we never met: you died so far away
that here the moment
hasn’t passed.
An alien moon
rises. Hearing
birdsong in the forests of the dead
you pin it
in your mind’s