the black maria

Taking its name from the moon's dark plains, misidentified as seas by early astronomers, The Black Maria investigates African diasporic histories, the consequences of racism within American culture, and the question of human identity. Central to this project is a desire to recognize the lives of Eritrean refugees who have been made invisible by years of immigration crisis, refugee status, exile, and resulting statelessness. The recipient of a 2015 Whiting Award for Poetry, Girmay's newest collection elegizes and celebrates life, while wrestling with the humanistic notion of seeing beyond: seeing violence, seeing grace, and seeing each other better.

"to the sea"

great storage house, history
on which we rode, we touched
the brief pulse of your fluttering
pages, spelled with salt & life,
your rage, your indifference
your gentleness washing our feet,
all of you going on
whether or not we live,
to you we bring our carnations
yellow & pink, how they float
like bright sentences atop
your memory's dark hair

Aracelis Girmay is the author of two poetry collections, Teeth and Kingdom Animalia, which won the Isabella Gardner Award and was a finalist for the NBCC Award. The recipient of a 2015 Whiting Award, she has received grants and fellowships from the Jerome, Cave Canem, and Watson foundations, as well as Civitella Ranieri and the NEA. She currently teaches at Hampshire College's School for Interdisciplinary Arts and in Drew University's low residency MFA program. Originally from Santa Ana, California, she splits her time between New York and Amherst, Massachusetts.

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the black maria

Taking its name from the moon's dark plains, misidentified as seas by early astronomers, The Black Maria investigates African diasporic histories, the consequences of racism within American culture, and the question of human identity. Central to this project is a desire to recognize the lives of Eritrean refugees who have been made invisible by years of immigration crisis, refugee status, exile, and resulting statelessness. The recipient of a 2015 Whiting Award for Poetry, Girmay's newest collection elegizes and celebrates life, while wrestling with the humanistic notion of seeing beyond: seeing violence, seeing grace, and seeing each other better.

"to the sea"

great storage house, history
on which we rode, we touched
the brief pulse of your fluttering
pages, spelled with salt & life,
your rage, your indifference
your gentleness washing our feet,
all of you going on
whether or not we live,
to you we bring our carnations
yellow & pink, how they float
like bright sentences atop
your memory's dark hair

Aracelis Girmay is the author of two poetry collections, Teeth and Kingdom Animalia, which won the Isabella Gardner Award and was a finalist for the NBCC Award. The recipient of a 2015 Whiting Award, she has received grants and fellowships from the Jerome, Cave Canem, and Watson foundations, as well as Civitella Ranieri and the NEA. She currently teaches at Hampshire College's School for Interdisciplinary Arts and in Drew University's low residency MFA program. Originally from Santa Ana, California, she splits her time between New York and Amherst, Massachusetts.

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Taking its name from the moon's dark plains, misidentified as seas by early astronomers, The Black Maria investigates African diasporic histories, the consequences of racism within American culture, and the question of human identity. Central to this project is a desire to recognize the lives of Eritrean refugees who have been made invisible by years of immigration crisis, refugee status, exile, and resulting statelessness. The recipient of a 2015 Whiting Award for Poetry, Girmay's newest collection elegizes and celebrates life, while wrestling with the humanistic notion of seeing beyond: seeing violence, seeing grace, and seeing each other better.

"to the sea"

great storage house, history
on which we rode, we touched
the brief pulse of your fluttering
pages, spelled with salt & life,
your rage, your indifference
your gentleness washing our feet,
all of you going on
whether or not we live,
to you we bring our carnations
yellow & pink, how they float
like bright sentences atop
your memory's dark hair

Aracelis Girmay is the author of two poetry collections, Teeth and Kingdom Animalia, which won the Isabella Gardner Award and was a finalist for the NBCC Award. The recipient of a 2015 Whiting Award, she has received grants and fellowships from the Jerome, Cave Canem, and Watson foundations, as well as Civitella Ranieri and the NEA. She currently teaches at Hampshire College's School for Interdisciplinary Arts and in Drew University's low residency MFA program. Originally from Santa Ana, California, she splits her time between New York and Amherst, Massachusetts.


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ISBN-13: 9781942683032
Publisher: BOA Editions, Ltd.
Publication date: 04/18/2016
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
Pages: 120
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About the Author

Aracelis Girmay was honored with a 2015 Whiting Award for Poetry. She is the author of two poetry collections, Teeth (Curbstone, 2007) and Kingdom Animalia (BOA Editions, 2011), which won the Isabella Gardner Poetry Award and was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award. She is also the author/illustrator of the collage-based picture book changing, changing (Braziller, 2005). Most recently, Girmay's poetry and essays have been published in Granta, Black Renaissance Noire, and PEN America, among other places. She has received grants and fellowships from the Jerome, Cave Canem, and Watson foundations, as well as Civitella Ranieri and the NEA. She is on the faculty of Hampshire College’s School for Interdisciplinary Arts and Drew University’s low residency M.F.A. program. Originally from Santa Ana, California, she splits her time between New York and Amherst, Massachusetts.

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who

I, the narrator, author, distant&safe&born in the diaspora

we, the living

you, unless stated otherwise, the dead

the sea, also a “you,” talkless “witness,” body of water, body of bodies

the Luams, there are four Luams. One Luam is nine years old, she is the sister of Abram, Alexander Pushkin’s great-grandfather, who was kidnapped, sold into slavery,&given as “a gift” to Peter the Great in the early 1700s, it is said that Luam drowned or died at sea, here she is also a fish, or the dead; one Luam is 36 years old, she was born in Asmera, Eritrea but now lives in Umbertide, Italy, outside of Perugia, where it is idyllic&quiet,&she cleans
houses there; one Luam is 36 years old&lives in New York City, where she teaches school&collects paper that she then turns into portraits,&she was born in the United States; one Luam is 36&lives in Asmera where she is a nurse at the hospital. Luam means “peaceful”&“restful” in Tigrinya.

the flies, the word “angel” has come to English from the Latin “angelus”&the Greek “angelos” which mean “messenger, envoy, one that announces.” The Old English word for it was “aerendgast” which means “errand-spirit.” For the Luams there are no angels, only flies.

About the flies the Luams say: The fly is bright&working. It carries the messages of hunger&the sentences of the wound. It cannot carry the message without, itself, being touched. The fly whose hands&feet touch death, bring death to where it lands. Out of doors, it carries the history of the wound,disobeying the locks on doors&screens. The flies, they are the honest who know their history&take it everywhere.

Romare’s Odysseus, after the legendary king of the Odyssey epic, Odysseus was famous for the ten years it took for him to return home after the Trojan War. Romare Bearden painted&collaged this Odysseus as a black man in the Black Odyssey cycle which concerned black travelers on their way to&from home

when

1702, 1530, 2013, 1781, 2014

“Still, all the history of the world
happens at once.” –Jean Valentine, from “Then Abraham”

where

New York City, one of the largest natural harbors in the world. Before colonization, New York was an area of land inhabited by Algonquian speaking First Nation tribes, it was since colonized by the Dutch, Portuguese,&British. Today, it is the most linguistically diverse city in the world,&the most populous city in the United States. Along with London&Tokyo, it is one of the three “command centers” of the world economy.

Umbertide, a small Italian town in Umbria, not far from Perugia.

Asmera, the capital of Eritrea, was part of a medieval kingdom called the Medri Bahri, or Land-Sea/ Sea Land. Evidence suggests the city’s origins trace back to 800-400 BC. Asmera was under Italian occupation from 1897-1941,&under British occupation from 1941-1952, after which Eritrea was “federated to” Ethiopia, making the new capital Addis Ababa. In 1959, Ethiopian authorities introduced an edict which established the compulsory teaching of Amharic (the language of Ethiopia’s ruling class) in all Eritrean schools. In 1962, under Emperor Haile Selassie’s rule, Eritrea was officially adopted as Ethiopia’s 14th province. Between 1959-62, an Eritrean independence movement began to form which turned into a 30-year war for independence that was won in 1991. Theoretically the state is a unicameral parliamentary democracy, but the president, Isaias Afwerki, has been in office since independence. National elections have not been held since independence, over 20 years ago.

the Mediterranean Sea
the Red Sea
the Caribbean Sea
the Atlantic Ocean
the Afterworld Sea/ Sea of Death
any Sea

//

prayer&letter to the dead

Let me plead with you, please,
while the room is still dry here,

while the page is still
white, still here,

more shore than sea, more still
than alive, while the air is now

touching the dark&funny fruit of
your eyes where it is quiet enough

for me to hear the small sigh
of your shoes lift up into

the old&broken boat,
while the small hands of water

wave, each one waving
its blue handkerchief, then

the gentle flutter of luck
& tears. We all know

what happens next. Do not go.
But if you must,

risking what you will, then,
in a language that is my first

but not your first,&with what I know
& do not know, I will try to build

a shore for you here, a landing place.
Here the paper dreams that you will last.

Each word is a word that floats
atop the white silence of the sea.

Every day I go out wishing
a poem were more than a poem.

I am not a president or, even,
a mayor, but here,

here I can make the air
bloom gently without event

beneath the blue boat
of your escape.

//

The sea delivers
your letters, the reams of paper,

the ink&messages
& shells telling us “goodbye.”

Goodbye, you say,
to them, to that, goodbye,

to the city in which for lunch, for dinner,
we ate the moon, its theater of faces,

its sweater factory, the cathedral
bells ringing stoically above a fit of sparrows,

the cafes whose doorways seem to weep, now,
with the red&amber weeping of beaded curtains through which

the months blow in&out, invisibly
as months, as old men.

Goodbye your somewhere where
the President stands in uniform

wearing a peacock, pinned-alive,
to his chest. Through

his binoculars he sees this&that, approving, disapproving.
He does not understand the degrees of love.

The difference between your love for country
& your love for him. His memory has long skin, it counts

the invasions, the factories&ports&rails.
Each British motor. Each Italian nail.

Each machine that was built,
then dismantled by

the Allied Forces of the great
& “moral” war.

The majority of white rest, it is true,
is the result of black sorrow, brown sorrow,

so you build walls&army. You have a point.
But again we are the killed&stoic.

Let it end,


we plea from
the distance, Let it end.

//

But the President
& his long memory, they think they know

better. They order the children. They cut the news
& power. They decorate the country with

paper offices&send the young
to forever-service where they carry guns

& patrol the streets&Badme
& the borders cut sloppily as beginner’s cloth.

The distant ugly sharpen their knives
& look greedily on, in wait.

You, cousins, are the children of the ones who stayed.
No one has to tell you about commitment,

about love, you who grew beneath
the eucalyptus trees

& the grey faces of the martyrs
framed on the bedroom wall.

There are your aunts, your uncles.
The coffin-eye static of the photograph holds

your mother, your elder,
your one. You wanted

to live, to study&to make
things. To be free. In a war-land

the birds all sing
the saddest songs

of people who will not write poems
about their feathers or learn their calls&names,

so busy are they waiting for news
& burying their dead.

//

What world is this,
my world, your world

of longtoothed hoodlums holding the guns
to your heads, breaking your cervixes&bones

while the rest of us light our candles&buy lipsticks.
How is anything able to grow as we theorize about purity&rhetoric?

Italy, Israel, my United States
of blood-laws&carmine, always preserving

always looking back into the faces of
“our fathers,” policing the map

of a mouthless land. My countries of genocide,
how they implicate the wounded with

their simple gifts, loaning us
sneakers&loaning us meat

until we have filled our homes
with this&that,&to our deaths

amass&amass.

Table of Contents

CONTENTS

elelegy 5

prayer&letter to the dead 7
to the sea (any) 15
“& when it happens” 16
“you are going now” 17
“hands for pleasure, hands for mending” 18
to the sea (any) 19
“black, full of language” 20
“Odysseus, his lungs full” 21
“Claim, I, to be the poet making talk” 22
“the febrile&opal” 23
to the sea near lampedusa 24
luam to the dead 25
luam/ asa luam 26
luam, who says to the dead 27
“inside the sea, there is more” 28
“The black-eyed woman” 29
“to be near sea is to gleam” 30
luam in the sea, to the survivors 31
luam remembers massawa 32
luam to her sibling 33
luam cleaning house 34
the luams speak of god 35
luam, new york 36
luam, asmera 37
luam, umbertide, asmera, new york 38
“Look! In another poem you are” 40
luam mending clothes 41
luam, new york 42
luam, monterchi, italy 43
to the sea 44
“Why not, in addition, tell” 45
“strange earth, strange” 46
to the sea 47
to the sea 48
“praise the water, now” 49
[collective messages] 50
“I love the azucena so bring them to you” 51
the luams 52
on poetry&history 53

the black maria 54

The Black Maria 55
Third Estrangement, With an Ending Loosely After Jonathan Ferrell 56
The Woodlice, Fourth Estrangement 57
The Figeaters, Fifth Estrangement 58
First Estrangement 59
Moon for Aisha 60
Cooley High, Fifth Estrangement 62
The Beauty of the World, Tenth Estrangement 64
Second Estrangement 65
Third Estrangement 66
Fourth Estrangement, With a Petition for the Reunion of Jonathan&George Jackson 67
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