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In Wade in the Water, Tracy K. Smith boldly ties America's contemporary moment both to our nation's fraught founding history and to a sense of the spirit, the everlasting. These are poems of sliding scale: some capture a flicker of song or memory; some collage an array of documents and voices; and some push past the known world into the haunted, the holy. Smith's signature voice - inquisitive, lyrical, and wry - turns over what it means to be a citizen, a mother, and an artist in a culture arbitrated by wealth, men, and violence. Here, private utterance becomes part of a larger choral arrangement as the collection widens to include erasures of The Declaration of Independence and the correspondence between slave owners, a found poem comprised of evidence of corporate pollution and accounts of near-death experiences, a sequence of letters written by African Americans enlisted in the Civil War, and the survivors' reports of recent immigrants and refugees. Wade in the Water is a potent and luminous book by one of America's essential poets.… (more)
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The worst in us having taken over
And broken the rest
(From "An Old Story).
They plundered her youth, then moved on.
These awful, awful men. The ones
Whose wealth is a kind of filth.
(From "The World is Your Beautiful Younger Sister"). Her amazing "Angels" poem, with two "grizzled" angels in "leather biker gear", is one you're going to want to read.. This book also features a number of found poems based on heavily researched letters and other documents from African-American Civil War soldiers and their families (complete with original spellings).
From, "I Will Tell You the Truth About This":
Mr abarham lincon
I wont to know sir if you please
whether I can have my son relest
from the arme he is all the subport
I have now his father is Dead
and his brother that wase all
the help I had he has been wonded
twise he has not had nothing to send me yet
now I am old and my head is blossaming
for the grave and if you do I hope
the lord will bless you and me
tha say that you will simpethise
with the poor he be long to the
eight rigmat colard troops
he is a sarjent
mart welcom is his name
Some poems are wonders from her childhood, including this one, "Urban Youth", that ends with her learning to ride a bike:
But it was you and Dad and Mike teaching me to ride,
Running along beside until you didn't have to hold on.
Who was afraid? The hedge thrummed with bees
That only sang. Every happy thing I've known,
You held, or ran alongside not having to hold.
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This is a beautifully composed book; I loved it.
All that said, I would say that I appreciated the way she did the podcast a little more than I did this latest collection of her poetry. Maybe my lifelong whiteness didn’t relate well to her poetry about slaves relating to Lincoln. Someday, I will read her previous collection, Life on Mars, which won the Pulitzer Prize and garnered almost universal praise. Looking at 250 years of the American experience and how that relates to the black experience could just be more than I’m looking for in some poetry. Though I’m sure to read more of her work, having the joy of poetry through the Slowdown is a wonderful fallback position.
Update:
1) She grew up in nearby Fairfield, California and has spoken about it several times on the podcast.
2) With great sadness, I report that Tracy K. Smith has stopped doing her excellent work on the Slowdown, and the podcast has been on a hiatus for many months. Hopefully, it will resume with another spokesperson at some future date. I miss her sensitivity, humor, and voice greatly. [For those interested, all the podcasts are still available on the Slowdown site online.]