Patrick Rosal
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Patrick Rosal is the author of three previous collections of poetry, which have been honored with the Association of Asian American Studies Book Award, Global Filipino Literary Award, and the Asian American Writers Workshop Member's Choice Award. He teaches in the creative writing program at näytä lisää Rutgers-Camden and lives in Philadelphia. näytä vähemmän
Image credit: reading at the National Book Festival, Washington, D.C. By slowking4 - Own work, GFDL 1.2, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=72267081
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- Co-director Institute for the Study of Global Racial Justice, Rutgers University-Camden
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Many of the poems in this collection are written in free verse, but retain a natural rhythm and cadence, which helps the reader propel through the poems. The images of anger and pain, are often contrasted with images of beauty from the natural world. About half of the poems approach a prose-like style, narrating as much as evoking images chosen by the author.
While many poems are based on a type of street-kid wisdom, other poems are infused with a religious sense, echoing the cruelty of some stories in the Bible, as, for instance, the crucifixion, in the poem "Man Hanging Upside Down".
Here is a man hanging upside down
from a makeshift cross.
No credible witness can seem to tell us
his name or where he comes from.
Let the record show,
he did lie in at least seven dozen bits,
until the local birds plucked his scraps
from the river. They carried first an elbow,
then a toe, then half a skull and so on,
piecing the body together again
incorrectly: left arm for right,
an eye for a thumb, a moonlight for knees,
until he hung again from the cross
he was nailed to in the first place
at the intersection of Jordan and Faith,
and truth be told, few of us notice
how often those ragtag blackbirds
have come to squawk at every wondow in town.
Who is to say if this man hanging upside down
was corrupt or loved, only that some birds
set themselves in the middle of the night
to the aerial miracle of silt made flesh
a crew of winged scoundrels, some half-mute, half-blind,
that plucked a body's remnants from muddy banks
and at the crossroads of Faith and Truth Be Told
reassembled the figure of a man
who must surely ache, the way he strains to turn
his gaze away from so many nations at once.… (lisätietoja)