Brooklyn Antediluvian

by Patrick Rosal

Overview

Winner of the 2017 Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize

Patrick Rosal’s brilliant fourth collection of poems is ignited by the frictions of our American moment. In the face of relentless violence and deepening racial division, Rosal responds with his own brand of bare-knuckled beauty.

Rosal finds trouble he isn’t asking for in his unforgettable new poems, whether in New York City, Austin, Texas, or the colonized Philippines of his ancestors. But trouble is everywhere, and Rosal, acclaimed author of My American Kundiman, responds in kind, pulling no punches in his most visceral, physical collection to date. “My hand’s quick trip from my hip to your chin, across / your face, is not the first free lesson I’ve given,” Rosal writes, and it’s true—this new book is full of lessons, hard-earned, from a poet who nonetheless finds beauty in the face of violence. 

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780892554744
Publisher:	Persea Books
Publication date:	05/03/2016
Pages:	80
Product dimensions:	5.90(w) x 8.80(h) x 0.40(d)

About the Author

Patrick Rosal is an interdisciplinary artist and author of four previous books, most recently Brooklyn Antediluvian, winner of the Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize and finalist for the Kingsley Tufts Award. He earned fellowships from the John Simon Guggenheim Foundation, the National Endowment for the Arts, and the Fulbright Senior Research Program. He is Professor of English and inaugural Co-Director of the Institute for the Study of Global Racial Justice at Rutgers-Camden.

Table of Contents

Despedida: Brooklyn to Philly 1

Typhoon Poem 3

At the Tribunals 5

A Scavenger's Ode to the Turntable (Or a Note To Thomas Alva Edison) 7

Brokeheart: Just Like That 9

Uptown Ode That Ends On an Ode to the Machete 11

Ode to the Cee-Lo Players 13

Ode to Not Having Enough Kids to Play a Game of Baseball 15

The Halo Halo Men: An Anthem 16

Violets 21

Lone Star Kundiman (For the Guy Who Seized My Arm After I Accidentally Cut the Line for the Toilet in Austin) 22

Wish 25

Kundiman: Hung Justice 27

Fable of the Short Song 29

Instance of an Island 31

The King Won't Kill Ale 34

Evidence: Box 1A, Item 1 36

A Field at Night-With Boys 38

Ten Years After My Mom Dies I Dance 40

Children Walk on Chairs to Cross a Flooded Schoolyard 42

Ode to Eating a Pomegranate in Brooklyn 44

Despedida: Quezon City 45

You Cannot Go to the God You Love With Your Two Legs 48

Brooklyn Antediluvian 51

Acknowledgments 67

Editorial Reviews

04/18/2016
In his boisterous fourth book, Rosal (Boneshepherds) writes odes to notions of home, family, and the transcendent joy in music and dance, among other subjects. The Brooklynite turned Philadelphian opens the collection with a nod to his former borough, and as the book flows he addresses his childhood in New Jersey as well as his family and ancestors in the Philippines. Rosal’s lines bob and weave with an effortless unpredictability. In an ode to the turntable, he shows off his extraordinary ear for poetry’s sonic qualities, in particular rhythm and consonance: “Our hands cut Bach to Bambaataa// and made a dance hall jump.” Even at their best, the poems leading up to the book’s final offering, the title poem, feel like rehearsals that preface an earth-shattering performance; once there, Rosal seamlessly stitches together history, mythology, etymology, and autobiography in a winding narrative that begins with a teenage boy commenting on the speaker’s sweatshirt and transforms into a treatise on colonialism and all that a name can and cannot hold: “You might see multitudes/ come, not to watch the field but to reclaim it,// to slash a path all the way back to the tables/ we first fashioned, to present our gruesome// harvest to our governors who—no surprise—/refuse to listen.” (May)

Publishers Weekly

04/01/2016
In 2011's Boneshepherds, award-winning poet Rosal ranged widely from the Japanese occupation of his father's homeland to street fights, spinets, and sex shops. This work, a farewell to the untamable New York outer borough of Brooklyn, is just as adept at capturing landscapes and their attendant emotions. From skaters "igniting/ tight fires" to violets ("a small flash of welts") discovered on Lafayette Street to a quick trip up to Manhattan's East Side, where music groans and the atmosphere is nervy, Rosal captures a young man's sojourn through a tough but dynamic world. Rosal is excellent at capturing uncertainty and bravado ("I thought/ hard was the mad-dog you could send/ across a crowded bar") as he edges toward sadder but wiser. In the background, music keeps beating. VERDICT Not just for with-it readers and Brooklynites; most poetry lovers will enjoy.

Library Journal