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BLACK GOD MOTHER THIS BODY

A mercurial and memorable collection of poems about Black motherhood.

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In this debut volume of poetry, a Black mother grapples with how to care for her child and herself in 2020s America.

Motherhood provides a new opportunity to ruminate on the nature of family, lineage, race, and colonialism. As León asks early in this collection, “What does it mean to be black, afro-boricua, diasporican, woman, mother, me?” Across shifting poetic forms, she explores memories of parents, uncles, aunts, siblings; snatches of mythology and history; and the ways in which her new son—and a pandemic—has changed her daily experience of the world. The collection is anchored by the 17-page sequence “blackety black black solstice cleave,” in which the Afro-Boricua poet, about to have a baby with her White husband, thinks back on her complex relationship with her troublesome Puerto Rican aunt. “You need to go to miami. marry a nice cuban. there’s too much black in the family. all these león men marry black women,” the aunt tells her. The poet, reluctant to challenge the woman directly, thinks, “my mother is black. i am black. in cuba, they had one of the biggest forced migrations of enslaved africans so they certainly black.” Such confrontations with identity are a recurring theme, particularly given the poet’s overlapping selves, each of whom carries her own stories, signifiers, and language. León finds herself metaphorically beseeching the heavens for guidance on how to raise the next generation in the midst of such multiplicities. The Black god of the title is Nyx, the ancient Greek personification of night, who “perches maternal, at the edge devouring,” and whose “skin prickles with an ever-primed mother fury. don’t. touch. my. baby.” As the volume comes at motherhood again and again from different angles, it becomes clear that the poet is learning not only how to mother her son, but also to mother herself.

León’s verses are sharp and steely, with lines that shimmer even as they cut. One poem begins: “sometimes i fear the casket shroud / will emerge from my own shadow / to greet me smiling with my son’s teeth. / this country is such a cruel winter / to black boys singing their spirits from dread; it hangs / their songs to clink on snow covered boughs.” The presentation varies from one page to the next. Lines fragment into lacunas; stanzas mirror one another from across caesuras. Some poems exist as or within images: “augmentee” includes jellyfish, snowy fields, silhouettes with line-drawn hearts, and census data about the enslavement of a 19th-century ancestor. Other poems shift seamlessly between English and Spanish: “i want her to be querida / no por los fuegos artificiales / intoxicantes internos / all our memories / su vida una luna brillante / y cortante / treasured on aged tree-knot tongues forever.” Standouts include “theophilus underlines emelina’s name” and “consolation of mothers,” which begins, wrenchingly, “i offer this, this is the suffering. / … / your body nests—ova within ova within ova, all possibilities / and promise of an eye fleck that remains yours— / you are changed. / you will never stop being mother.” Though the forms are motley, a coherent set of concerns emerges, and readers will delight in watching León juggle them like flaming torches.

A mercurial and memorable collection of poems about Black motherhood.

Pub Date: Aug. 25, 2022

ISBN: 978-1-955953-01-6

Page Count: 85

Publisher: Black Freighter Press

Review Posted Online: Aug. 1, 2022

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MY LIFE IN THE PURPLE KINGDOM

A memoir of vivid detail and understandable ambivalence.

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The bassist for Prince during the Purple Rain era provides glimpses into the kingdom.

BrownMark—who was born Mark Brown in 1962—describes his rise from a single-parent home in a city of racial discrimination (Minneapolis) to success with the musical supernova. Yet there were plenty of bumps along the way. For example, in 1982, even a big raise only brought his salary to $425 per week; later, he quit after discovering that his Purple Rain Tour bonus that he’d imagined might be $1.5 million was in fact only $15,000. Those looking for a memoir awash in sex, drugs, and the seamier sides of Prince’s private life will instead discover hard work and rigid discipline under a stern taskmaster, an artist who became what he was through minute attention to detail as well as genius. The author ably chronicles his own life growing up Black in a city so White he thought of it as a “Scandinavian Mecca.” As a boy, his family didn’t have a TV, and his early experiences playing music involved a makeshift guitar constructed out of a shoe box and rubber bands. Before he auditioned for Prince, he had never been to the suburbs, and before he joined the band, he had never been on a plane. His life changed dramatically at a time when the world of music was changing, as well. Disco was breaking down walls between Black and White, and punk was bringing a new edge and urgency. As Prince’s star was ascending, he demanded the full spotlight and resented any response his young bassist was generating. The author left the band in the mid-1980s feeling that he lived “in a world of filth, greed, and deception.” Still, the connections and impressions he made as a member of The Revolution launched his career, and he notes that “working with Prince was like going to the finest music school in the land.” One of Kirkus and Rolling Stone’s Best Music Books of 2020.

A memoir of vivid detail and understandable ambivalence.

Pub Date: Sept. 22, 2020

ISBN: 978-1-5179-0927-7

Page Count: 144

Publisher: Univ. of Minnesota

Review Posted Online: July 6, 2020

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 2020

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GRATITUDE

If that promise of clarity is what awaits us all, then death doesn’t seem so awful, and that is a great gift from Sacks. A...

Valediction from the late neurologist and writer Sacks (On the Move: A Life, 2015, etc.).

In this set of four short essays, much-forwarded opinion pieces from the New York Times, the author ponders illness, specifically the metastatic cancer that spread from eye to liver and in doing so foreclosed any possibility of treatment. His brief reflections on that unfortunate development give way to, yes, gratitude as he examines the good things that he has experienced over what, in the end, turned out to be a rather long life after all, lasting 82 years. To be sure, Sacks has regrets about leaving the world, not least of them not being around to see “a thousand…breakthroughs in the physical and biological sciences,” as well as the night sky sprinkled with stars and the yellow legal pads on which he worked sprinkled with words. Sacks works a few familiar tropes and elaborates others. Charmingly, he reflects on his habit since childhood of associating each year of his life with the element of corresponding atomic weight on the periodic table; given polonium’s “intense, murderous radioactivity,” then perhaps 84 isn’t all that it’s cut out to be. There are some glaring repetitions here, unfortunate given the intense brevity of this book, such as his twice citing Nathaniel Hawthorne’s call to revel in “intercourse with the world”—no, not that kind. Yet his thoughts overall—while not as soul-stirringly inspirational as the similar reflections of Randy Pausch or as bent on chasing down the story as Christopher Hitchens’ last book—are shaped into an austere beauty, as when Sacks writes of being able in his final moments to “see my life as from a great altitude, as a sort of landscape, and with a deepening sense of the connection of all its parts.”

If that promise of clarity is what awaits us all, then death doesn’t seem so awful, and that is a great gift from Sacks. A fitting, lovely farewell.

Pub Date: Nov. 24, 2015

ISBN: 978-0-451-49293-7

Page Count: 64

Publisher: Knopf

Review Posted Online: Oct. 31, 2015

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 15, 2015

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