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Author(s): Sherwin Bitsui
ISBN(s): 9781556593086, 1556593082
Edition: 1st
File Details: PDF, 3.65 MB
Year: 2009
Language: english
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ISBN 10: 1556593082

ISBN 13: 9781556593086

Author: Sherwin Bitsui

“Sherwin Bitsui’s new poetry collection, Flood Song—a sprawling, panoramic journey through landscape, time, and cultures—is well worth the ride.”—Poets & Writers

“Bitsui’s poetry is elegant, probative, and original. His vision connects worlds.”—New Mexico Magazine

“His images can tilt on the side of surrealism, yet his work can be compellingly accessible.”—Arizona Daily Star

“Sherwin Bitsui sees violent beauty in the American landscape. There are junipers, black ants, axes, and cities dragging their bridges. I can hear Whitman’s drums in these poems and I can see Ginsberg’s supermarkets. But above all else, there is an indigenous eccentricity, ‘a cornfield at the bottom of a sandstone canyon,’ that you will not find anywhere else.”—Sherman Alexie

 

Native traditions scrape against contemporary urban life in Flood Song, an interweaving painterly sequence populated with wrens and reeds, bricks and gasoline. Poet Sherwin Bitsui is at the forefront of a new generation of Native writers who resist being identified solely by race. At the same time, he comes from a traditional indigenous family and Flood Song is filled with allusions to Dine (Navajo) myths, customs, and traditions. Highly imagistic and constantly in motion, his poems draw variously upon medicine song and contemporary language and poetics. “I map a shrinking map,” he writes, and “bite my eyes shut between these songs.” An astonishing, elemental volume.

I retrace and trace over my fingerprints
Here: magma,
there: shore,

and on the peninsula of his finger pointing west—
a bell rope woven from optic nerves
is tethered to mustangs galloping from a nation lifting its first page
through the man hole—burn marks in the saddle horn,
static in the ear that cannot sever cries from wailing.

Sherwin Bitsui’s acclaimed first book of poems, Shapeshift, appeared in 2003. He has earned many honors for his work, including fellowships from the Witter Bynner Foundation and Lannan Foundation, and he is frequently invited to poetry festivals throughout the world. He lives in Tucson, Arizona.

Table of contents:

  1. I bite my eyes shut between these songs.
  2. Stepping through the drum’s vibration,
  3. I am unable to pry my fingers from the ax,
  4. A crow snaps beak over and over again:
  5. Bluebirds chirp icy rocks from their stomachs
  6. A redtail hawk scrapes the sandstone wall with its beak.
  7. Bison horns twist into the sides of trains
  8. Flicking off the light switch.
  9. I cover my eyes with electrical wires,
  10. What land have you cast from the blotted-out region of your face?
  11. Pinched from sunlight’s jagged leaf,
  12. He sponges the deck of their leaking boat invisible
  13. I strike a wet match on his wooden mind,
  14. His music fermented
  15. Obsidian blades in here—he said,
  16. Breath, steam,
  17. An ax in his hand,
  18. He wanted to hold back gas-soaked doves
  19. Hummingbirds scratch out the last tooth
  20. In a stadium of afterglow—
  21. Chipped along the scalloped edges of flint,
  22. It is here that they scoop granite stones from your chest,
  23. There is no sign of the trail leading out,
  24. I carve this apple into a dove,
  25. I scratch flat earth with the balls of my feet,
  26. Those who congregated
  27. Downwind from the body’s yellow teeth,
  28. Sifting atlas blue from yellow body
  29. Near the Stop sign
  30. I compare my hands to what I imagine thought might look like
  31. This windowless house marrows my veins with thinking.
  32. You should have seen
  33. The luminous wander cornfields without husbands;
  34. We drill crumbs of ewe hair into the door hinge:
  35. A whip’s leather scent flails camera shutters
  36. They lather lung milk over the television’s white backdrop,
  37. With a gaping mouth,
  38. Coyote howls canyons into windows painted on the floor
  39. We row toward the oar wet with deer blood
  40. I hear the crackle of sawdust sliding down our throats.
  41. Gnawing coarse hair from
  42. You trace deboned wings of ospreys with hawk talons
  43. Hot wind bends juniper limbs over plow and chicken wire.
  44. Alarm clocks, eagle plumes,
  45. Black ants drift through the throats of wounded stags;
  46. You interject:
  47. In a cornfield at the bottom of a sandstone canyon,
  48. I sensed the knife in your past,
  49. Scraping rough with smooth,
  50. The song spilling seeds into your mouth
  51. Niłchi
  52. Our sour scent pulses outward from the birth sac’s metallic fumes.
  53. They inherit a packet of earth
  54. Heat waves lift our fingers from the mud-smeared windshield;
  55. Landlocked in the debris of a broken drum,
  56. I retrace and trace over my fingerprints.
  57. I walk my hair’s length over tire ruts,
  58. I dial into the blue skin of the map’s stiff pulse,
  59. I wanted to swallow the song’s flowers,
  60. No one untucked themselves from their bodies

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