All semester long, when we talk about the differences between first generation and second generation poets, the idea of intersectionality keeps hanging around me. Intersectionality is, in simple terms, the idea that oppressions like racism, sexism, ableism, homophobia, classism are not independent of one another and in fact are deeply interrelated and cannot be pealed away from one another. The idea is use most widely in social movements led by women of color who refuse to work on single identity category issues, but instead approach movement building, resistance and cultural sustenance from a systemic and holistic outlook.
I wouldn't say that all the folks that we have read of the second generation have intersectionality at the forefront of their writing, but many do. I'm thinking Chang, Cardenas, Coleman, Tolliver particularly. And in this week's reading both Dempster and Gonzalez really made me think about that. I'm even curious about what folks think of a 2.5 generation, or what a 3rd generation will carry (and when it begins) - poets of color who refuse to be simplified down to representative of the life of their community and instead to be taken as one of a multiplicity of experiences, lives, intersections.
During the first class we talked about the danger of the segregation of a class called poets of color, as if other classes weren't teaching those voices and as if that is all that the poets we have read are. Clearly neither idea is true (although I wish more classes weren't so dominated by white writers); many of these poets have broken the barriers put up around them while also holding onto themselves and their histories with a ferocity that I deeply admire. And this week we've come upon the direct question: it comes down to one, shaping a poet.
While Kevin Gonzalez's poems have more visible content that is shaped by race and history than Brian Komei Dempster, both poets write from a place of deep particularities and intersecting experiences. Each of their voices feels deeply located in the specificity of a self in a particular moment, and write in such a way that includes all the ways their lives have been shapes by past, present, systemic and domestic experiences.
Cultural Stakes: Or How to Learn English as a Second Language and The Burning feel deeply related to me, while dealing with such different topics. Cultural Stakes is an amazing, forceful look at what moving across boundaries actually feels like for one person - linguistic, cultural and parental dualities are indistinguishable from one another. Learning English is indeed about going to a bar as a young boy with a father who gambles and drink and smokes and learning English is about beginning to keep secrets from the mother. It begins with waiting on a corner, and is always located in a body that "is an office always on the verge/of quiet." The Burning is as much an account of abuse and tenderness and neglect as it is of escape and memory and regeneration in shared secret. "Our bodies dissolving inside the black room."
I'm really interested in the ways that gender is showing up in these poems for these two men. Shame and secret-keeping is a major theme, as is a sense of observation that is not shared. All the other poets that we have read that have most embodied intersectionality, for me, have been women. And now these men write such layered and complex shapes of themselves on the page, but differently, too, than their women counterparts. I'm curious what folks think about this? Would we have read this poems differently not knowing the first names of these poets?
Looking forward to class on Tuesday,
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Welcome to the Poets of Color of the Twentieth and Twenty-first Centuries A small sampling of poetry by poets of color are examined in this class as a way of expanding our perception of the American poetry cannon. Our discussions investigate the new forms, open languages, and cultural origins of the works, and also how these poets intersect with the literary terrain.
Poets of Color
Elmaz Abinader, Instructor Office: 313 Mills Hall
510 430 2225 elmaz@earthlink.net
office hours: 5-6:30 Thursday and by appointment
Here are the texts for the class.
• Asian American Poetry: the Next Generation edited by Victoria Chang
• Voices from Leimert Park, ed by Shonda, Buchannan
• Effigies, An Anthology of New Indigenous Writing Pacific Rim, 2009, Okpik, Rexford McDougall, etc (Salt Publishing)
• The Wind Shifts, New Latino Poetry, Edited by Francisco Aragón
• The Essential Etheridge Knight by Etheridge Knight
• Mercy by Lucille Clifton
• Zodiac of Echoes by Khaled Mattawa
• Diwata by Barbara Jane Reyes
I too was very struck by the evolutionary voices of these two writers, particularly Gonzalez as he does the narrative style in the run on enjambed style. When i read this poem this time around, loaded with my other observations and input from you and other wise readers, i felt that it was one of the most successful in the intersection between the cultural tropes and the movement forward. You make great points Tessa, thanks
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What does the third generation poet carry and when does their work begin? Great question indeed, Tessa. Thanks for taking us full circle.
ReplyDelete2.5 generation, intersectionality, and so much more.
ReplyDeleteThank you as always for all the wonderful thoughts you provide in every single one of your blog post.
Do I even have a choice. Multiplicity as you mentioned in your blog is the only way I can come in on the conversation of identifying. The factors must be more than one, you must allow for more breathing room then ever before. The unjustified terrors on race and culture and class have made me
ReplyDeletefound me in the womb of a young woman, raped and raping a child of her history. I can't write differently, I can't blend into one, I can't dominate one aspect because the orroz con leche was brought to me by a blonde woman who spoke fast and in spats of spanglish... I can't because in 4th grade some one had to tell me I wasn't white and needed to stop using white hair products, thank you Brandy Jordan I know you meant well and Just For Me did boost my confidence but didn't help me identify with my blackness... but the experience of having someone do my hair with a flat iron, underneath her, cramped between her legs and tired feet, she would comb out all my naps and then for the next few hours tell me how if I didn't learn how to take care of my hair she would knock me with the flat iron which had occupied every inch of that house with a scent of burning that still makes me miss her.
Its the memory, the present and so much of what our future looks like that is shaping identity, who we are cannot be contained in saying where I am from you need to and I need to know so many other things before I know where I am FROM.