The people who work at the grocery don’t care. Her new book, “Just Us: An American Conversation,” will be published in September. But here the mask also hearkens back to that great early Black poem “We Wear the Mask” by Paul Laurence Dunbar, referring to a different mask, one that covers black faces from the peremptory white gaze: We wear the mask that grins and lies,It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—, Brown even echoes Dunbar’s words: “I grin or lie or maybe*”. I had written prefatory paragraphs about how a poem that was beautiful in itself, and that was about the unstoppable passage of time, a great love poem, was worthy of being read, in these difficult times. Just as working in a grocery store or slaughterhouse is unsafe. Jericho Brown’s third volume of poetry, “The Tradition,” won the 2020 Pulitzer Prize for poetry. The people who work at the grocery don’t care.They say, Thank you. God save the people who work*In grocery stores. I also sent, from the same web page, the wondrous translation by Richard Wilbur. These two instances, and others in the poem, are part of what drives the poem and gives it deep resonance. Ah, those hanging enjambments. Right up the street and in cities I mispronounce, Yet the poem is ultimately not about the poet but about “the people/who work in grocery stores,” for he repeats the phrase which we encountered in the first three lines of the poem, and again in its middle. Jericho Brown - Say Thank You Say I'm Sorry. Who work in grocery stores that glow in the morning. Both are on the web page I have just cited, for your consideration…. I believed what I had written, and believe it still. No matter. SHARE. I grin or lie or maybeI wear the mouth of a beast. Who work in grocery stores that glow in the morning. In case you’re not familiar with Jericho Brown (doesn’t everyone know him now? But we don’t touch, don’t recognize, what we encounter at the grocery store. And close down for deep cleaning at night. Masks are what we all (well, many of us) wear to ward off the coronavirus. SaveMy loves and not my sentences. Thank you to Fr. As I said, the spirit of Gwendolyn Brooks breathes into and over this poem.). “I am here for the people.” The poet Jericho Brown. Jericho Brown: Can I tell you, you know what I really love, Helena, about rhyme, is that it forces you to make use of words that you don’t expect to use. By the time he had hurt his fourth white manRudolph Reed was dead.His neighbors gathered and kicked his corpse.”Nigger—“ his neighbors said. It is late. But before we head down to a (celebratory) racist conclusion to the phrase “big black” he substitutes “car.”  Strange, interesting, disquieting. The people who work at the grocery don’t care.They say, Thank you. “Save/My loves and not my sentences.”  I am not entirely sure what he is referring to, here. Despite nods earlier to lavender gin and leather bound books and homemade bread, Brown has deeper emotions as well. They have washed their hands. This week, the Book Review asked two prominent American poets to write original poems responding to this historic moment in our country. MICHAEL DUMANIS. No te olvides de dar las gracias antes de marcharte. I grin or lie or maybeI wear the mouth of a beast. My loves and not my sentences. The poignancy of their polite response, in the midst of a pandemic, “Sorry,/ We don’t sell motor oil anymore” is heartbreaking –  and also heroic. “I’m for the people,” Jeremiah Brown tells us. I have PTSDAbout the Lord. His wants are little (although ostentatiously hip and class-bound): I want so little: another leather boundBook, a gimlet with a lavender gin, breadSo good when I taste it I can tell youHow it’s made. Then there are rocks thrown, and larger rocks. I don’t know whose side you’re on, But I am here for the people. That glow in the morning. If Christ died for our sins, these people are simulacra for Christ. Right up the street and in cities I mispronounce, In towns too tiny for my big black. The hands of the black or brown – or white? Jericho Brown’s second book, The New Testament (Copper Canyon Press, 2014) boldly mixes the sacred and profane in arresting lyrics that take on, fearlessly, the great subjects of poetry: Death and Love. But it hangs, just for a millisecond, on the “I am here for the people” before it settles onto just which people he is for. Yet somehow he seemed so fervidly caught up in his own brilliance that he never really knew which side he was on. The Whitworth English Department had the honor of hosting poet Jericho Brown last week! These ‘deep cleaners,’ a reference which takes on special meaning in our pandemic times. Right up the street and in cities I mispronounce, In towns too tiny for my big black. I’d like us to rethinkWhat it is to be a nation. This beast, of rage and murderousness, is also beneath the mask. Who work in grocery stores . Brown’s first book, Please (New Issues 2008), won the American Book Award. I don’t know whose side you’re on, But I am here for the people. God save the people who work, In grocery stores. In high school or freshman English, the teacher would say this is a run-on sentence and is therefore in need of correction. And close down for deep cleaning . Jericho Brown, Pulitzer Prize-winning poet and director of Emory’s Creative Writing Program, opened the 2020 Decatur Book Festival in a virtual conversation that touched on his identity as a poet, creativity during the pandemic and more. I love, I love hearing that out loud. Maybe she did. Well thank you Jericho. We live in a time of pandemic, the coronavirus-19. There are two such hanging moments connected to enjambments in the first five lines. Thank You Lyrics: I couldn't have done it / Without my mother being told to have an abortion / And still chose to push me out her stomach / I couldn't have done it / Without god guiding my foot That is why we read poems, to be amazed at  what we humans can say about the things we take for granted, what we can pass by without recognition. In this poem he addresses his readers as “you” and perhaps accuses them as well. I spoke with Nikky Finney and Jericho Brown in the spring of 2020 as a part of the Bay Area Book Festival’s #Unbound series of virtual conversations. Let’s start by looking at that remarkable title. In his brilliance, Stanley Fish wrote a book about John Milton called Surprised by Sin. A week ago I spoke with my son, David, about a bracelet I bought for his mother. The work they do sustains us – food, meat – and we ignore them and what they do, ignore the unsafe buses they travel on. I was hurt, and there couldn’t have […] I forget a whole lot of what I read, or maybe I never understand it in the first place. (Probably he thought he was on the side of the people? “With a grief so thick/ You could touch it.”  Those close to them are sick, dying, unemployed: these workers in the grocery stores are aware of what has been lost, and what is being lost, and what will be lost. They are, like many of the other enjambments in the poem, not ‘natural,’ part of the manner in which the lineation of poetry adapts to the vibrancy on ongoing spoken language. Elisa Gonzalez, Issue 36 An Interview with Jericho Brown. And close down for deep cleaning at night. They have washed their hands.They have washed their hands for you.And they take the bus home. Then up did rise our Rudolph ReedAnd pressed the hand of his wife,And went to the door with a thirty-fourAnd a beastly butcher knife. By Jericho Brown. And close down for deep cleaning at night. Jericho Brown’s third volume of poetry, “The Tradition,” won the 2020 Pulitzer Prize for poetry. and in every wide corner*Of Kansas where going to school means*At least one field trip*To a slaughterhouse. We understand the mood he is in: A nation that values its upper middle-class intellectuals, and takes for granted the ‘frontline’ workers who do not labor in hospitals but supermarkets, slaughterhouses, online warehouses. A strange conjoining, and one that undergirds the poem, which as it proceeds mentions neither gratitude nor remorse. I eat wild animalsWhile some of us grow up knowingWhat gnocchi is. In his interview, he shared, concerning his writing process, "I have to grow my poems up." Helena de Groot: Yeah. Jericho Brown: I might think I know what I’m talking about at the end of a line, when I get to a word—let’s say that word is “time.” Anh có bằng PhD tại Đại học Houston và hiện là giáo sư ngành văn học Anh… In America tens of millions are unemployed because of a virus that can kill, and hundreds of millions are sequestered by caution in the face of that virus. And observe the etiquettes which govern human relations. It occurs so often, this enjambment and its momentary hanging, that the phenomenon shapes the poem. But the encounter is laden with consciousness in only one direction. We should be able to say we are sorry for not being sufficiently grateful. It is early. Surely it would be wrong to send out, in this moment, Apollinaire’s beautiful poem? Jarred Ray With working people, working class people, predominantly black and brown. They have washed their hands, a seemingly routine act in this time of pandemic. Jericho Brown is author of The Tradition (Copper Canyon 2019), for which he won the Pulitzer Prize. Mollie Sivaram *Brown, Jericho. Before I see them,I draw a mole near my left dimple,Add flair to the smile they can’t see *Behind my mask. At the same time, all across America there are massive demonstrations insisting, rightly, that Black Lives Matter. The repetition of breath just it's a lot. And I was sending out a poem from ninety years ago about time and love and a flowing river? Such a poem, I maintained, was important even in a time of plague. Blair. Before I see them, I wear the mouth of a beast. Jericho Brown: I just think when I was first starting to write, I wanted to make a poem and any poem that I could possibly make. Right up the street and in cities I mispronounce, To a slaughterhouse. His collection The Tradition (one of my most favorite book covers ever) won the Pulitzer Prize in 2020. I’m in a mood about AmericaToday. They know a bit of glamour, It costs for the eldest of us to eat. But is it in need of correction? The most famous beast in a poem (well, there is always early English poetry)  is the one cited by Yeats in his stunning conclusion to “The Second Coming.”. At night. ‘Say Thank You Say I’m Sorry’ On June 15, 2020 By Jim Lance The Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Jericho Brown writes for the Book Review about life during the pandemic. I love the poem. Yet Do I Marvel: Jericho Brown. JERICHO BROWN: If Yale students boycotted such a thing as you mention "recently," then no real change has been made in the poetry community.The community is only really changed when its changes bleed into the fabric of other communities. (expression of gratitude) gracias nf pl : las gracias art + nf pl : Don't forget to say your thank-yous before you leave. The poem asks us to confront race and class in a time of pandemic. They know a bit of glamourIs a lot of glamour. Working people know the price of food – not only how much it costs, but how necessary it is to endurance in a life of deprivation and living close to the edge. I hear echoes of “America” everywhere in the poem, but especially in the next lines, funny and plain-spoken and tragic all at the same time. – worker? Consider the next, “In towns too tiny for my big black/Car to quit.”   Here what has not been chosen enters the poem, a possibility at once celebratory and racist: “My big black ass.”  Yes, the poet is black; Yes his voice is strong. I may be overly subjective here, but I couldn’t help but think of a great and under-appreciated poem by James Dickey entitled, “Falling,” about a stewardess blown out of a plane as it flies thirty thousand feet up over the middle west: “the greatest thing that ever came to Kansas.”. I want to call your attention to something that happens at the end of the second line. Yes, others living comfortable, upper middle class lives can eat gnocchi; he (a sophisticated poer) knows what gnocchi  is. The Tradition PDF book by Jericho Brown Read Online or Free Download in ePUB, PDF or MOBI eBooks. Yet we know: We are back again, to the second line, “for the people/ who work.”  And to that underlying note of pandemic: Deep cleaning, slaughterhouses. The buses, we know, are unsterile, unsafe. Who does that work? And thank you for reading it. Not just in grocery stores, but in slaughterhouses…still, the grocery store will be Brown’s locus of concern and imagery as the poem proceeds. Crazy Romantic Love. Right up the street and in cities . I grin or lie or maybeI wear the mouth of a beast. We’re a … Poems come to us from strange places, not only in slim volumes with faded covers. Sometimes lines end and in the interim between the end of one line and the beginning of the next, there is a moment of possibility: the line can go in different directions.
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