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2021 NATIONAL BOOK AWARD FINALIST FOR POETRY
Eschewing series and performative typography, Douglas Kearney’s Sho aims to hit crooked licks with straight-seeming sticks. Navigating the complex penetrability of language, these poems are sonic in their espousal of Black vernacular traditions, while examining histories, pop culture, myth, and folklore. Both dazzling and devastating, Sho is a genius work of literary precision, wordplay, farce, and critical irony. In his “stove-like imagination,” Kearney has concocted poems that destabilize the spectacle, leaving looky-loos with an important uncertainty about the intersection between violence and entertainment.
Douglas Kearney
DOUGLAS KEARNEY is a poet, performer, and librettist. He is the author of Patter and The Black Automaton. He lives in Los Angeles. SETH ABRAMSON is a doctoral candidate at the University of Wisconsin–Madison and author of five books, including Thievery, winner of the Akron Poetry Prize, and Northerners, winner of the Green Rose Prize. He will be teaching at the University of New Hampshire in the fall. JESSE DAMIANI was the 2013–2014 Halls Emerging Artist Fellow at the Wisconsin Institute for Creative Writing and has received awards from the Academy of American Poets and the Fulbright Commission. He also lives in Los Angeles.
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Sho - Douglas Kearney
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COME BACK STRIKING WHAT’S ABOVE
BUCK
Seems some want some body bodied into street sweet meat.
Come and go get it!
We may not fight it but you’d like us to, too. Tool cocked back to make a no-way way you kick yourself in us. Umber-husked, our dirty look a dirty talk, begging for the something strong in your dom palm what smokes after doing it.
You order us scream the shut up.
You ever never hanker for surrender, so the hard:
cuff rough or stick licks.
Such a hurry! Look:
don’t sweat,
don’t fret.
You’ve ever done this before—
just fudge we’re not real,
too dark here to tell.
Let’s role:
they were fondling for my piece and finger banging a cash-box peeped through convenient ballistic glass and face-lumped assed-out lawned till they popped the juice came out them once their cig resisted lunged shiv-ish fit to shoot shot while the woofers woofed their thick trap beats,
you said. And:
wanted usin buck so buck us goodwe’ll buckup after by candlelight, flower petalsand we shallwe shalllike fucking champs, we. Oh, you’re some machine ain’t you justall up in it so we gotto be down, up to here.
WELL
I can’t reckon, so I shake my head
to a woolie of ears and shut eye continu
-um. But I come to what I must want to be
: a well.
By I I mean to call we,
by we mean what’s at the bottom
of what I want to be—but that’s not just
so.
Well, I could find myself
a mountaintop to get to, to there on. Would I
then rung down myself to that stood water,
to what’s drowned down in it
—by which I mean us
us
us
PROPERTY VALUES
I aspire to be a CVS: Lord, I wanna be
a drugstore inna my heart—.
Or a nice NEIGHBORhood,
a rapless gas-up—
inna my heart—a legit
ballot
—
I perspire all night at it.
That my sweat, alchemical—
of shit, makes gold? Factual.
Consider spent plantation dirt,
arena turf, recording booth—
what transmogrifies these
sans my properties?
If it could it should it’s been bottled?
Me, I transude this solvent
sun up to—
you