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“These poems can’t make history vanish, but they can contend against it with the force of a restorative imagination. Smith’s work is about that imagination―its role in repairing and sustaining communities, and in making the world more bearable. . . . Their poems are enriched to the point of volatility, but they pay out, often, in sudden joy. . . . But they also know the magic trick of making writing on the page operate like the most ecstatic speech.”―The New Yorker
“Danez Smith is angry, erotic, politicized, innovative, classical, a formalist, an activist, and blends all of this without seeming to strain. . . . This will be one of the year’s essential books.”―Craig Morgan Teicher, NPR
“[A] stunning collection. . . . These pieces pulse with the rhythms and assertiveness one expects from poetry slams.”―The Washington Post
“Searing. . . . Smith’s capacity for compassionate invention is epic. . . . Smith races across lexicons and spectra, pushing even the boundaries of typography in wrestling with the dreadful fact that the black male body is imperiled from both within and without.”―Tracy K. Smith, O, The Oprah Magazine
“Arguably the year’s most powerful and affecting collection.”―Publishers Weekly, Best Books 2017
“Don’t Call Us Dead is poet Danez Smith’s ferocious second collection. With humanity and heart, Smith contemplates the assaults on a black, male body in America ― police brutality, violence, and AIDS, and the resulting culture of danger, suspicion, grief, psychological pain, and resistance.”―BuzzFeed
“Smith prophesies an end from which a new beginning might spring. Throughout Don’t Call Us Dead, hope appears as a form of resistance and rebirth.”―The Guardian (UK)
“Exceptional. . . . There is pain here but there is so much joy, so much fierce resistance to anything that dares to temper the stories being told here.”―Roxane Gay, Vulture
“Smith’s work is astonishing, its power is a seething one. . . . An essential part of every American’s reading experience.”―Nylon
“Danez Smith’s astonishing second collection, a finalist for this year’s National Book Award, is a testament to the collective power of the queer black imagination and to Smith’s individual talent. He is one of the most original and powerful poets working today.”―Star Tribune (Minneapolis)
“In between rich odes to sexual awakening and love, Smith’s poetry reverberates with an ever-present awareness of the endless fear and latent hurt that accompanies the daily existence of black men in the United States. . . . These are poems you want to wrap your arms around and keep safe.”―Vox
“Don’t Call Us Dead . . . may be the greatest book―not just of poetry, but of any writing, period―I’ve read all decade.”―Porochista Khakpour, Bookforum
“Smith activates a spectrum of emotions in material that could justifiably remain tragic, bringing pathos and several senses of humor.”―The Nation
“These poems are a reminder that there is always at least as much joy as there is violence.”―Rookie
“Elegy meets celebration of the black male body on every page. . . . Smith can’t help but be breathtaking in style and substance.”―Virginia Quarterly Review
“Aching and elegiac, these poems bless our world in all its ruin, beg it to be otherwise, and begin the bloody work of writing it anew.”―Literary Hub
“Danez Smith is a meteorite of the poetry world, blazing new territory with each new book.”―MPR News
“Don’t Call Us Dead is an historical commentary, a scientific document, a personal narrative, and a formal poetics. . . . Smith uses every tool of craft at a poet’s disposal to deliver powerful, urgent, deliberate, crucial poems. Don’t miss this book.”―The Rumpus
“Smith’s book is like poetic rapture. . . . Read Don’t Call Us Dead start to finish and if your breath takes a beat, that’s the point: Smith is here to call us out, wake us up, tear us down to what is raw.”―The Millions
“The result is bittersweet, but the sweetness is real, even when it’s grounded in imagination―partly because that imagination is so grounded in the reality it wants to refuse, but just as much because Smith, in fantasy and in grief, commits to giving pleasure. These poems are a form of entertainment―something far more profound than we tend to admit. Entertainment is more than mere escapism; it’s a form of generosity―a way to knit up the raveled time and materials of lives made ragged. And Smith, at their best, entertains unusually well.”―Kenyon Review
“The poet has always been a prophet leading cultural change to the good, and Danez Smith makes a revival of death into song in Don’t Call Us Dead. . . . Danez Smith is making a high niche in evolution, by sourcing his life into indelible art.”―Washington Independent Review of Books
“Smith has created in this book a universe of boys―black boys, brown boys, sexualized ‘bois,’ but for every struggling, injured or dead boy, there is a heartbroken mother, a grieving grandmother, a fractured circle of friends―a community joined by loss. Smith has managed to leaven this pathos with praise, humor, and the hope of redemption.”―The Hudson Review
“Danez Smith has become one of a generation’s most noticed poets, and for good reason: at once a stunning performer and a tersely effective arranger of words on the page, Smith can address the Black Lives Matter movement, the erasure of black humanity by malign police, and then pivot to vivid, sexy, or scary records from a complex queer sexuality.”―Poets.org
“It’s been a while since I’ve read a book of poems where I felt that the poems had to be written, that everything was at stake in the writing of them―that’s how I feel about Danez Smith’s Don’t Call Us Dead, in terms of what the poems address, variously queerness, life on both sides of the divide between HIV- and HIV+, life in the wake of having lost so many friends to the seeming dailiness of police murdering black men in particular, black people more generally. Far, though, from succumbing to despair, Smith makes of joy―of the expression of joy―both a tool for survival and a form of resistance.”―Carl Phillips, Poetry Foundation
“[Don’t Call Us Dead] is all the things poetry ought to be but rarely grasps―heartbreaking, funny, sorrowful, surprising.”―Mpls.St.Paul Magazine
“Not content to merely allow us to play witness to the horrors of oppression, Smith’s poems pull us into it; they brim with blood, violence, aches and broken bodies. But there is humor, too, and hope, and it’s this hope that elevates the book to its crucial contemporary importance.”―BookPage
“These poems decenter through love, erasing margins and reconfiguring the world as a space in which the marginalized body is worthy, the dismissed spirit is honored. They imagine lovingly. They critique lovingly. They mourn and celebrate and insist lovingly.”―Fight and Fiddle
“Don’t Call Us Dead rattles the core of the heart and consciousness for a new understanding of self and its singular and collective orientation in the world. . . . This volume is a testament of a lively and courageous human facing the gun, so to speak, interrogating who flexes power and who is on the other end. Smith lifts the fallen body/bodies up to the light, probes the cosmos for a fierce justice, sees in their brothers’ redemption, objects to random forces of violence, of people gone unhonored, resisting oppression.”―Empty Mirror
“Luminous and piercing, this collection reassembles shattering realities into a shimmering and sharp mosaic.”―Publishers Weekly, starred review
“In this remarkable second collection from Kate Tufts/Lambda Award winner Smith, the content as well as the writing is transcendent.”―Library Journal, starred review
“Part indelible elegy, part glorious love song to ‘those brown folks who make / up the nation of my heart,’ Smith’s powerhouse collection is lush with luminous imagery, slick rhythms, and shrewd nods to Lucille Clifton, Beyoncé, and Diana Ross. Incandescent, indispensable, and, yes, nothing short of a miracle.”―Booklist, starred review
“This book is poetry as fierce fire. There is such intelligence and fervor in these poems about black men and their imperiled bodies, gay men and their impassioned bodies, what it means to be HIV positive, and so much more. Every poem impressed me, and the level of craft here is impeccable. Loved this one.”―Roxane Gay
“Danez Smith’s is a voice we need now more than ever as living, feeling, complex, and conflicted beings. These poems of love extend beyond the erotic into the struggle for unity―not despite the realities of race but precisely because of what race has caused us to make of and do to one another. Don’t Call Us Dead gives me a dose of hope at a time when such a thing feels hard to come by. This is a mighty work, and a tremendous offering.”―Tracy K. Smith, Pulitzer Prize-winning author of Life on Mars
“In an America that conspires against black, brown, queer, and trans bodies, Danez Smith writes poems of insistence and resistance; they anticipate a better world for all of us ‘where everything is sanctuary & nothing is a gun.’”―D. A. Powell
“Danez Smith is an original. . . . If you have ever lost faith, if you want to believe in life, then you must read this book―it will humble and uplift you, leave you understanding that in the face of it all, there is only awe.”―Chris Abani
About the Author
- Item Weight : 6.4 ounces
- Paperback : 96 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1555977855
- ISBN-13 : 978-1555977856
- Product Dimensions : 6.53 x 0.32 x 9.03 inches
- Publisher : Graywolf Press (September 5, 2017)
- Language: : English
- Best Sellers Rank: #54,405 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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I'm going to be completely candid. Anytime I see a story about an African-American getting shot by a police officer, I feel terrible but it doesn't feel personal. There is a persistent feeling of helplessness because I can't do anything about it and frustration in the knowledge that, if it doesn't stop soon, it'll get much worse. That being said, as a white person, I only really feel sympathetic as an outsider and relieved that I'm not in their shoes. I don't know how else to feel and I'm ashamed to admit, after the public outcry dies down, I move on with my privileged life as though nothing happened. While reading the first poem in this book, "summer, somewhere," I felt, for the first time, that I understood, as much as I could, the weight that is on the shoulders of an entire race of people in this country.
I'm only slightly embarrassed to say that I cried while reading several of the poems. I've been a fan of poetry for most of my life. I've read all the greats - Keats, Frost, Yeats, Whitman, Dickinson, Eliot - and I have never cried. Not once before now. "Don't Call Us Dead" is incredible. I would recommend it to anyone.
I read a lot of poetry. I'm a poet, and I teach poetry in an MFA program. I read a lot of books that get a lot of hype too. But it has been years since I have been so moved by the beauty, strength and importance of a book. I'm telling everyone I know to read this book. Just read it.
Throughout these poems are lonely black men and boys full of desire and pride and wanting to be wanted. Their experience builds toward an inevitable seroconversion which is replayed a thousand times in different lights (and spotlights). Among my favorites is a poem called "fear of needles":
instead of getting tested
you take a blade to your palm
hold your ear to the wound.
A later poem notes that "the bed where it happened is where I sleep" and blood cells and jail cells are compared and contrasted, but ultimately each is a prison. These poems contain the not-quite-resigned-to-his-fate voice of a black gay HIV-positive man who is going to be killed one way or another, cop bullets or aids complications--as one poem states, "my blood in cahoots with the law."
And against all this clamor is juxtaposed the image of a little black boy clutching a dinosaur, who is full of dreams and curiosity and possibility.
A delightful, agonizing, harrowing collection.
Top reviews from other countries
It has made me think. I genuinely believe that is it’s intention for anyone that chooses to pick this up. I don’t know what I think and I can accept that, because there is and never will be an easy answer to the questions this book asks of it’s readers.
Breath-taking. Heart -breaking.
Poetry has to be really something special and evoke very strong feelings and images for me to have a positive reaction to it - and the impact made by Danez Smith in this collection was intense. I'm left feeling somewhat masochistic in a sense....in that I could compare my emotional state on finishing reading this book as similar to feeling grateful for being run over by a truck. I'm shaken and I'm tearful, yet I'm now looking for earlier work to buy and then returning to the beginning of 'Don't Call Us Dead' in order to go through again - aloud, to anyone who will listen.
There are many dark topics in this book however it does not leave you feeling depressed.
I started reading this book and I couldn't put it down until I finished it.