Don't Call Us Dead: Poems

by Danez Smith

Paperback, 2017

Status

Available

Call number

811.6

Description

Smith's unflinching poetry addresses race, class, sexuality, faith, social justice, mortality, and the challenges of living HIV positive at the intersection of black and queer identity. The collection opens with a heartrending sequence that imagines an afterlife for black men shot by police, a place where suspicion, violence, and grief are forgotten and replaced with the safety, love, and longevity they deserved on earth. "Dear White America," which Smith performed at the 2014 Rustbelt Midwest Region Poetry Slam, has as strong an impact on the page as it did on the spoken word stage. Smith's courage and hope amidst the struggle for unity in America will humble and uplift you.

User reviews

LibraryThing member lydia1879
This poetry collection is fierce and burning and bright.

I don't like to compare artworks because it feels unkind to both artists, but this collection feels like the Oscar-winning film Moonlight in poetry form.

The way he writes is exceptional and effortless, except it's come from a place of effort
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so it truly means something. Smith takes a queer, black young men, boys 'as brown as rye bread' and creates a paradise for them, so that when they die at the hands of police violence, they can be loved, cherished and honoured in the way they deserve.

Except it's not heaven, because the boys never died. They live on, eternally, never to be forgotten. All of their toxic masculinity washed away.

Smith uses his poetry to discuss some things that the queer community has long neglected, racism on Grindr, HIV diagnoses and writes them into being. With the ugly and the beautiful side by side and it feels like life.

We see a lot of young black men dying at the hands of police violence and it's exhausting and hard to picture an alternative. Without being able to see an alternative, we accept, as difficult as it might be, that this is the way things are, this is how they have to be, this is how they've been.

Smith, without ever disregarding his history, shows us what paradise might look like.

And it's black, and it's beautiful.
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LibraryThing member b.masonjudy
Reading Danez Smith is a great privilege indeed. There is honesty, brutality, tenderness, sorrow in this collection, it runs the gamut. There's nothing else I've read in recent memory that compels me to rage, question my racial privilege, and points a finger directly at the sheer depravity of white
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supremacy.
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LibraryThing member BenKline
I've never read (or heard of) Danez Smith before this. I also don't typically read poetry but I have enjoyed several/numerous works in the past, and I enjoy dipping my toe into poetry every so often. This was in the new section at the Hershey Library and was recommended to me there (as it appears
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also to be up for several awards / the author is up for several awards.) Looking at the reviews this has gotten.... most likely my review will be ...not the norm, as I will be reviewing this less favorably than most did. Some of which might be because of my lack of knowledge/fondness/insight into poetry, some of it might be because I am not (or am I?) the target demographic for this particular set of poetry, but I think my review upholds mostly because its an honest review.

Danez Smith is (as you quickly find out reading through the poems), an African-American gay (or possibly bi-sexual, some lines suggest he might be 'bi' or at one point was or at one time acted as if he was straight to appease society/family) and HIV positive. (Other than knowing he was African-American by the back cover and the cover image used, the rest was unknown to me ahead of time.) So much of his poetry resonates from these themes/categories.

He rails against the anti-black, anti-gay, anti-black/gay discrimination he feels is prevalent in society; not so much as aimed at HIM directly but aimed at ALL directly. He almost falls into the trap of the 'stereotype Angry Black Man' with much of his writings/poems; and much for good reason (and some not). All of the poems are about the oppression of blacks, particularly gay black men, and particularly those stigmatized by being HIV positive.

I understand the hate and the anger against cops. I empathize with it. I obviously don't have the same feelings, I don't have the same background, haven't had the same prejudices against me, or the fear or worry about cops and just violence against blacks in general.... but much of this just reads as hate. Like reverse hate. And it seems to be a bigger problem to it all in general, and its not just Smith, its things in general. 'I think the cops are out to get me' / 'The cops are out to get me' so 'down with the cops' / 'violence against cops!' . It'll be a cycle that won't get broken. He even at one point in the one poem brings up Martin Luther King. I can't believe King would condone the speech Smith uses in the poems about cops, or the speech used in general against cops. Showing hatred to hatred will not stop hatred. Its also painted generalizations. He rails about how gay black men (and black men, and HIV sufferers) are prejudged and hated on and stereotyped and have to deal with all that backlash just because of who they are - as a group, not as an individual - and here he is doing the same against cops, against whites, etc. And sadly, this doesn't distance Smith against much else written, as there is a ton of literature online in blogs, in music, in social media, etc, about black vs. cops and gay vs. straight et cetera.

Much of the poems feels and reads like free verse social media posts by your friend who doesn't use correct punctuation but has a very deep passion and just has to write it all out and get it all out and let it loose. Much of these poems also feel like a first attempt / first draft, or just plainly the only draft. Like he wrote it down, got it out, saved it in Microsoft Word, and then at the end collected them all and handed them off to the editor/publisher/agent/whoever and they nodded and went 'ok'. The poems are FILLED with passion, there is no doubting that. And I think much of the select words were chosen on purpose, but I don't think there was a direct care or worry about the writing in general, in a broader sense. As if there wasn't a total of care put into the sentence (line, or poem) structure, but certain words were selected with the upmost care, and things were kind of build around it to a degree.

I'm hoping maybe the library will have his previous work or will get any more he does, just to compare this to them and see if he has more in him, and is better than this, but this was sorely lacking and a disappointment to me, especially considering the reviews I have read.

And again, I'm not sure if that's my lack of familiarity with poetry, or not being the target demographic (though I think I am actually the target demographic, and he was hoping to ensnare 'non-African Americans' and get them to see his side, which is ultimately the purpose of any writing, but specifically this piece). I just found it a wash, and not as resonating as I'm sure he'd hope for it to be.

For instance the raw verbiage and discussing about how much of the digital age, the 'app' culture - using Grinder to meet other guys, and how some will say 'no black men' and things like this. I can understand and even relate to degrees of it, the intensity is admirable and the passion is definitely there. I think structure, deep themes, complexity, and just something isn't there. Each poem pretty much runs into the next as there is no real distinction amongst most of them. Variety and depth is lacking in that area. I also think maybe he doesn't quite get the context of things like 'no black men' and stuff like that in the same way there is trolls and targets and anti-this or anti-that on any app or site. For dating sites you'll see all kinds of "no X" or "no Y". In the same way in reverse, you'll see things like "only black men" or "only white men" or "only fat chicks" or stuff, whereas you'll see the same in reverse "no black men" or "no white men" or "no fat chicks" and in reverse... ad nauseum. Its the nature of the medium that targets millions upon millions of people. 'No redheads, no blondes, no brunettes, no blacks, no whites, no pregnants, no disabled, no huge, no small, no tall, no short, no bald, no hairy, etc. etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc.'

I do understand where he is coming from, and I empathize, and hopefully this will resonate with me as time goes on and I move away from the work. But I think it won't - hopefully I'll be proven wrong. Time will tell.
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LibraryThing member greeniezona
This was recommended to me by the wondrous people at Tailored Book Recommendations when I asked for more poetry, and I absolutely fell in love with it. Filled with fierce love, joy, and mourning, it centers its gravity on the expendability of black bodies -- particularly young black boys and gay
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black men.

The first series of poems, "summer, somewhere," imagines an afterlife of eternal summer for the black boys who died before they had a chance to be men. It contains one of my favorite stanzas:

paradise is a world where everything
is sanctuary & nothing is a gun.


As much as this collection wants you to bear witness to the gun -- literal guns, metaphorical guns -- the guns that kill you quick, and the guns that take half your life to kill you, your whole life to kill you. The guns someone brandishes at you and the guns swimming through your own veins. It also builds sanctuary. Through the imagined paradise of black boy heaven, the plot to "Dinosaurs in the Hood" (my favorite poem here), owning lust and love and connection as a gay black man, a "little prayer" for healing.

I checked this out from the library but I may need to buy a copy so that I can unfold it over and over, bear witness, and share the dream.
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LibraryThing member Narshkite
Smith is brilliant, one of the few exceptions to the rule that I don't really connect with poetry. Smith's work carves me out and teaches me. This collection is about the blood of black men, those who fall to white supremacy whether through the violence it creates, validates, and perpetuates, to
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HIV, or to suicide and other weapons. Their work is so raw, I almost feel like a voyeur reading it, as if I am seeing something private, the most intimate grief. This is stunning.

I read the collection and then got the audio read by the author. The experience is different and I am glad I did both.
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Publication

Graywolf Press (2017), 96 pages

Awards

National Book Award (Finalist — Poetry — 2017)
Lambda Literary Award (Finalist — 2018)
Publishing Triangle Awards (Finalist — Leslie Feinberg Award for Trans and Gender-Variant Literature — 2018)
Forward Poetry Prize (Winner — Best Collection — 2018)
Brooklyn Public Library Book Prize (Longlist — Fiction — 2018)

Language

Original language

English

Original publication date

2017

Physical description

9.03 inches

ISBN

1555977855 / 9781555977856
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