#OneBookWednesday | Surfacing the Edge: Reading Contemporary Native Poets

By Brittanie S. Wed, November 27, 2019

Recently, my One Book, One Philadelphia coworker-in-crime wrote a blog post about poetry events happening at the Free Library this fall, including a public talk with U.S. Poet Laureate Joy Harjo. I readied myself to meet Ms. Harjo during her visit a couple of weeks ago by studying her poem "An American Sunrise", which is also the title of her new book. A member of the Mvskoke/Creek Nation, she was named this year as the first Native American Poet Laureate of the United States. She gave a beautiful talk I was grateful to hear. She even sang.

Joy Harjo’s poems draw on her personal experiences and on the history of the Mvskoke people, who in the 1800s were forcibly displaced from their homeland east of the Mississippi to what is now Oklahoma; whose ceremonial circles, she writes, were at the center of the early development of blues and jazz; and with whom she opens in her poems a pulsing dialogue that isn’t just historical, but hyper-present. In the poem I mentioned, she writes:


We were running out of breath, as we ran out to meet ourselves.
We were surfacing the edge of our ancestors’ fights, and ready to strike.


We are still America. We know the rumors
of our demise. We spit them out. They die soon.

 

Elsewhere, in sprawling Oakland, the characters of Cheyenne-Arapaho author Tommy Orange open dialogues too about contemporary Indigenous life. In his novel There There—which I’m inviting you to read because it is the 2020 One Book selection—wells of surviving traditions are set in the arid earth of the U.S. government’s historical violence against Indigenous people, with the impacts of genocide and erasure through narratives of extinction reverberating still.
 

"Something about it will make sense. The bullets have been coming from miles. Years. Their sound will break the water in our bodies, tear sound itself, rip our lives in half. The tragedy of it all will be unspeakable, the fact we’ve been fighting for decades to be recognized as a present-tense people, modern and relevant, alive, only to die in the grass wearing feathers."(There There, 141)
 

Tommy Orange is a novelist, but his work surges with poetry, which in my mind means simply that he writes from the heart and from the gut, that he is direct to the source as possible. His characters find one another. They run out to meet themselves, drop deep to find what has been passed on to them, spit out rumors of their demise, live in ways that are new and complex and digital and ancient and together.
 

"He was part of something. Something you could dance to." (There There, 121).
 

We’re approaching Thanksgiving again. With history and these things swimming in my mind, I feel like maybe poetry is the best way to sit with them and with this complex (or not so) American holiday. So I am looking for and reading contemporary Native American poets with different tribal histories, and if you have any suggestions, I want to hear them! In her poem "Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings", Joy Harjo lists some of the giants:
 

"We speak together with this trade language of English. This trade language enables us to speak across many language boundaries. These languages have given us the poets:

Ortiz, Silko, Momaday, Alexie, Diaz, Bird, Woody, Kane, Bitsui, Long Soldier, White, Erdrich, Tapahonso, Howe, Louis, Brings Plenty, okpik, Hill, Wood, Maracle, Cisneros, Trask, Hogan, Dunn, Welch, Gould..."


There is also a nice online collection curated by the Poetry Foundation, and this book of poets who were first published in the 21st century edited by Heid E. Erdrich. Can we swap poems? Here are a few to get us rolling:

  • “Today, to wear out the woozy, to giddy / the skittish dizzy into a steady simple rush of stillness I buttered / around the city listening to the Cranberries.”
    Originally from the Viejas Indian reservation of the Kumeyaay nation, Tommy Pico spoke at a recent Blue Stoop event in conversation with local poet Zach Blackwood, and said: "poetry is feed for the horses in me." Here’s an excerpt from his latest book, Feed, which he was commissioned to write about High Line park in New York. He also uses "giddy" as a verb and "butter" as a mode of transportation, so, hearteyes emoji.

     
  • "Whereas a subtle electricity in that low purple light I felt their eyes on my face gauging a reaction / and someone’s discomfort leaks out in a well-stated 'Hmmm'."
    Layli Long Soldier’s (Oglala Lakota) Whereas isn’t just a book of poems, it’s an act of radical social practice (though maybe that is what poetry often aims for?). It’s a direct response to and subversion of the language of treaties broken by the United States government (which is all of the treaties). It also won the National Books Critics Circle award, nbd. You can read an excerpt here.

     
  • "Praise the ghost who leans over his / body gentle as breeze through muslin curtain / shouts through gurgle of jugular Go away. This graveyard is full. / Praise the dead."
    I’m not sure how many times I have read Walking with Ghosts, Cherokee two-spirit poet Qwo-Li Driskill’s first collection, but it has been a favorite for a long time, and focuses on the body territory. Read "Praise Song to Stone: For My Father", but brace yourself.

     
  • "Clenched like a tight fist in the arroyo under shattered glass / but we still want to shake the oxygen loose from flypaper."
    Sherwin Bitsui (Navajo) writes about 'wrens and reeds, bricks and gasoline.' He does my favorite thing (using a noun as a verb) in his poem "River", and I’m still thinking about the line "faces are stirred from mounds of mica." Check out his book Flood Song from our catalog, and read his Bomb Magazine interview with Joy Harjo(!).


     
  • "Time is a thing that gets spent, like youth, $ and desire / n/t so lovely as a cardinal against the snow / or a tree w/ fruit on it."
    If I could try to make a visual map of the turns of language and identity in Julian Talamantez Brolaski’s poems, it would probably be psy trance TV. The two-spirit poet and musician of mixed Mescalero and Lipan Apache, Latin@, and European heritages received the 2018 Lambda Literary Award for transgender poetry, for Of Mongrelitude. Julian is based in Oakland, was just named one of two Pew fellows-in-residence for the upcoming year, and will be visting Philly soon. Read a poem while I continue being with "starfish creaked in the wood / lurid amulet w/ a fish onnit."


I never know when to stop when it comes to poems.

<i>American Sunrise</i> by Joy Harjo
American Sunrise by Joy Harjo
<i>Feed</i> by Tommy Pico
Feed by Tommy Pico
<i>Walking with Ghosts</i> by Qwo-Li Driskill
Walking with Ghosts by Qwo-Li Driskill

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