REVIEW: Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude, Claire Schwartz

  Ross Gay is the author three books of poetry: Against Which, Bringing the Shovel Down, and, most recently, Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude. The following book review concerns Ross Gay’s latest collection, Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude (University of Pittsburgh Press, February 2015). By Claire Schwartz   Listen to me. I am telling you a true thing. This is the only kingdom. The kingdom of touching; The touches of disappearing, things. –Aracelis Girmay, ‘Elegy’     There are no elegies in Ross Gay’s Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude. There are, of course, odes: “Ode to Buttoning and Unbuttoning My Shirt,” “Ode to the Flute,” “Ode to Sleeping in My Clothes,” “Ode to Drinking Water from My Hands”—not to mention the other poems not bearing the label, but nonetheless awash with gratitude. Crocuses and bees and bagpipes and ‘the quick and gentle flocking / of men to the old lady falling down’ are sanctified by the brush and burrow of thankfulness. As their titles make clear, Gay’s odes dwell in the ordinary, but in the poems’ vast ecologies, the quotidian surges toward the cosmological. The act of buttoning and unbuttoning a shirt gives rise to a meditation on the hand’s other gentlest pursuits:...
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Battling Tsundoku and Charlie Rose

  Battling Tsundoku and Charlie Rose (An excerpt) By Alejandro Varela   Toni I ran into Toni Morrison once on a Beaux-Arts staircase in a sprawling building full of office suites, classrooms, and lecture halls shamelessly named after people whose primary accomplishment in life had been the accumulation of wealth. It was a couple of hours before a guest lecture that she was about to give, I later learned. The building was empty, except for her and I and her small retinue. She had an aura—nothing paranormal, but how could I possibly know for sure? Auras might be a natural consequence to having your voice validated so indisputably and overwhelmingly. Hi, she responded to my blank stare midway up the spiraled, neo-classical single helix. We shared the same step. We were Guanine. Paradise had just debuted to acclaim, but not the same acclaim of Beloved. I hadn’t read either. The next day I awoke steeped in regret. I’d missed a unique opportunity to embark on a lifelong friendship with a living legend. I set out to read all of Morrison’s books, in case there was a next time. The campus store didn’t have Tar Baby in stock, but I bought...
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Arriving

  Arriving By Maritza Arrastia   This is an excerpt from  the beginning of the novel in progress Todos. It takes place in a fictional Caribbean island, half socialist and half a colony, that sits in the sea in relation to the metropolis, called the City, like Cuba sits in relation to key West. The collapse of capitalism is just a few degrees more acute than it is now. For two centuries Karaya, the  colony, has been fighting a  liberation war against the City. Socialist Ventura has been defending its revolution from unrelenting imperial attack for fifty years. The island is straddled by an imperial base, half of it in the colony and half of it in the socialist country. Many rebels have been disappeared there and a permanent demonstration has arisen beside it, where my protagonists have just arrived, a pod of two women in their sixties, one with her son who is 17,  and one with a six year old granddaughter, looking for Desaparecido loved ones who may have been disappeared in the base.   The driver dumped our duffels on the gravel and took off. Before we left the City my son Machi made the rule, one...
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