This riveting sequence gives voice to a wild raw whirlwind that ruined a city and brought on, in turn, a storm of neglect and murderous indifference. With her radiant powers of empathy, her fiercely acute ear for the musical possibilities of American speech, and her undiluted rage, Patricia Smith makes in Katrina's wake a sorrowful, unflinching, and glorious book.I can't add anything to Doty's statement, other than, you should read this book!
The book is set up chronologically, from the prologue about the timeless New Orlean's grasp on its citizens, through the days leading up to Katrina's strike, to her landfall, and on to the worst part of the storm--her aftermath. It's affective reading, but worth doing, if only to remind us how easy it has been for us to forget.
I want to share this short poem, titled simply, "Katrina."
Weather is nothing until it reaches skin,This week the Poetry Friday Round-Up is being hosted by Kate Coombs at Book Aunt.
freezes dust, spits its little swords.
Kept to oceans, feeding only on salted water,
I was a rudderless woman in full tantrum,
throwing my body against worlds I wanted.
I never saw harm in lending that ache.
All I ever wanted to be
was a wet, gorgeous mistake,
a reason to crave shelter.
Thank you for this!--Patricia
ReplyDeleteWow that is a powerful poem! I've got to find this book.
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ReplyDeleteIt's been four years since Katrina and most of the country has moved on. It's been six years since we invaded Iraq and most of the country has moved on. I hope poetry can help us to remember that for some people, there will be no moving on.