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In her new poetry collection, Evie Shockley mobilizes visual art, sound, and multilayered language to chart routes towards openings for the collective dreaming of a more capacious "we." How do we navigate between the urgency of our own becoming and the imperative insight that whoever we are, we are in relation to each other? Beginning with the visionary art of Black women like Alison Saar and Alma Thomas, Shockley's poems draw and forge a widening constellation of connections that help make visible the interdependence of everyone and everything on Earth.
perched
i am black, comely,
a girl on the cusp of desire.
my dangling toes take the rest
the rest of my body refuses. spine upright,
my pose proposes anticipation. i poise
in copper-colored tension, intent on
manifesting my soul in the discouraging world.
under the rough eyes of others, i stiffen.
if i must be hard, it will be as a tree, alive
with change. inside me, a love of beauty rises
like sap, sprouts from my scalp
and stretches forth. i send out my song, an aria
blue and feathered, and grow toward it,
choirs bare, but soon to bud. i am
black and becoming.
—after Alison Saar's Blue Bird
Evie Shockley
Poet & literary scholar Evie Shockley thinks, creates, and writes with her eye on a Black feminist horizon. Her books of poetry include suddenly we, semiautomatic and the new black. Her work has twice garnered the Hurston/Wright Legacy Award, has been named a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize, and has appeared internationally. Her honors include the Poetry Society of America's Shelley Memorial Award, the Lannan Literary Award for Poetry, the Holmes National Poetry Prize, and the Stephen Henderson Award, and her joys include participating in poetry communities such as Cave Canem and collaborating with like-minded artists working in various media. Shockley is the Zora Neale Hurston Distinguished Professor of English at Rutgers University.
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suddenly we - Evie Shockley
alma’s arkestral vision (or, farther out)
I.
youyouyou you
youyouyouyou
youyouyouyouyou
youyouyouyouyou you you you you me
youyouyouyouyou
youyouyouyouyou
youyouyouyouyouyou
youyouyou you you
II.
blue snowflakes
the night falling
through the night
III.
nautnotknot
knotnautnot
notknotnaut
nautknotnot
notnautknot
knotnotnaut
IV.
ship shape
prowless prowl
tail trailing
or have i mist
ache
in
your stern look
for a backwards glance
your blood aboveboard
you’re lighter
on the bottom
V.
thestarsarewh
atshinesinthe
spacesmadeb
etweenuswhe
nwegetcloser
VI.
we sail the starry night
our brush with the infinite
our hope-soaked oars stroke
these glittering blues
we row
will row
will have rhone
we wheel on
un-
en-
compassed
look at our space-van go
VII.
against the watery expanse
our bit of sun raffia
our bit of sun rapture
our bit of sun rajah
our bit of sun radical
our bit of sun rasta
our bit of sun random
our bit of sun ramadan
our bit of sun ravenous
our bit of sun raconteur
our bit of sun razzmatazz
an astral-ark plotting movement
a courseof action
VIII.
we are the sailors
we are the ship
we are the stars
we are the night
youcan’t tellus (a)part
IX.
she sees us
each streak of color
wewe nique
wewe
wewe
wewein the
wewe
wewe
wewe niverse
we we we
—after alma thomas’s starry night
and the astronauts (1972)
we ::
becoming & going
perched
i am black, comely,
a girl on the cusp of desire.
my dangling toes take the rest
the rest of my body refuses. spine upright,
my pose proposes anticipation. i poise
in copper-colored tension, intent on
manifesting my soul in the discouraging world.
under the rough eyes of others, i stiffen.
if i must be hard, it will be as a tree, alive
with change. inside me, a love of beauty rises
like sap, sprouts from my scalp
and stretches forth. i send out my song, an aria
blue and feathered, and grow toward it,
choirs bare, but soon to bud. i am
black and becoming.
—after alison saar’s blue bird
no car for colored [+] ladies
(or, miss wells goes off [on] the rails)
—memphis, 1883
she wasn’t born a hero, you know. once, she
was twenty: four years an orphan, eighteen years
free. with a passion for brontë & a weakness for
fashion, she might drop a month of her schoolteacher’s
salary on clothing at menken’s palatial emporium,
to dress as befits a lady. she pays to ride first class
that autumn afternoon, knowing she looks the part: full
skirt, cinched waist, gloves, crown. boarding, she peeps
the drunken white man smoking up the colored car,
& no. she’s not buying it. her place is in the ladies’ car.
i know she wasn’t born a hero, but once ida b. wells
addresses what befits a lady who pays to ride first class
(to drift into anywhich seat she selects), she’s becoming one.
outfit be damned, she resists her ouster, till her sleeve’s
torn & the conductor’s bleeding. she’ll pull these threads
until the whole threadbare lie of lynching unravels.
—with gratitude to paula giddings
the blessings
the things that i give birth to matter.
the things that i give birth to give birth to other things.
—nikky finney
i gave mine away—
not all, but the greater portion,
some would say. i gave
away the ready claim
to goodness, to purpose. i gave
away mary, sarai,
and isis. i gave away
necessity and invention.
i gave away a whole
holiday, but i kept billie.
i gave away the chance to try
and fail to have it all. i gave
away the one thing
that makes some men
pay. i gave away the pedestal,
the bouquet. i gave away
nel wright, but i kept sula
peace. i gave away
the fine-tooth comb, but
kept the oyster knife. i gave
away the first word
the new mouth forms, the easiest
to