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About This Book
An Electric Literature "Most Anticipated Poetry Book of 2021"
From the intersection of Onondaga, Japanese, Cuban, and Appalachian cultures, Benjamín Naka-Hasebe Kingsley's newest collection arrives brimming with personal and political histories.
"'You tell me how I was born what I am, '" demands Naka-Hasebe Kingsley—of himself, of the reader, of the world. The poems of D?mos: An American Multitude seek answers in the Haudenosaunee story of The Lake and Her children; in the scope of a.243 aimed at a pregnant doe; in the D?gen poem jotted on a napkin by his obaasan; in a flag burning in a church parking lot. Here, Naka-Hasebe Kingsley places multiracial displacement, bridging disparate experiences with taut, percussive language that will leave readers breathless.
With astonishing formal range, D?mos also documents the intolerance that dominates American society. What can we learn from mapping the genealogy of a violent and loud collective? How deeply do anger, violence, and oppression run in the blood? From adapted Punnett squares to Biblical epigraphs to the ghastly comment section of a local news website, D?mos diagrams surviving America as an other-ed American—and it refuses to flinch from the forces that would see that multitude erased.
D?mos is a resonant proclamation of identity and endurance from one of the most intriguing new voices in American letters—a voice singing "long on America as One / body but many parts."
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Table of contents
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Before Anything : Acknowledgment
- Contents
- American Multitude
- Nantucket Sleighride
- WWhite skin ; BBlue eyes
- An Old Song, a Frog’s Song: Sing-Along
- American Rust
- In the Coffin Meant for Chief Little Horse, Archeologists Instead Find Two Others
- Sons of Cain: Hunting a Ridge between Lockwood and Sizerville State Park
- How to Clean a Boy
- Below Our Tree, Stands
- In One Small Bedroom: My Mother’s Antlers
- “Get Out of the Goddamn Car,”
- Out My Apartment Window, West Baltimore: August, 2 A.M.
- A Punnett Square Long Since Made and Frequently Renewed
- Run Home, Boy: 2nd Street Harrisburg PA Summertime ’17
- Home/boy
- “Write About Being Tri-racial,” Says that Guy from Workshop
- From Our Childhood Home / Now
- What You Left Behind in Wheeling, WV
- A. Real. Uncle. TomTom.
- Fall
- our genocide
- As Dew, Born / As Dew,
- Born Year of the Uma
- Between a Somerset Kitchen and Conodoguinet Creek
- In the Garden, Winter’s Cherry
- Hunting WASPs: Camp Rodney, 2001
- On the Occasion I Participated in Two Very Different Flag Burnings
- When your father is barely literate enough to read from the Bible aloud, but
- on first memories two
- teaching my daughter Japanese: in a single syllable, America
- America Our Punnett ; SCALP of a Male Penobscot Indian brought in as Evidence
- just another flying river haiku
- Son of a Klansmen’s Daughter
- Quiescence Amongst Chaos
- Punnett ; America n
- just another love bird poem
- just another friday night drug poem
- small talk or in my hand galaxies
- The Face of a Man
- just another window poem
- For my daughter who loves spiders & beetles & black nail polish
- Final Paean of the Dowser
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