Beauty abounds in Jericho Brown's daring new poetry collection, despite and inside of the evil that pollutes the everyday. The Tradition questions why and how we've become accustomed to terror, in the bedroom, the classroom, the workplace, and the movie theater. From mass shootings to rape to the murder of unarmed people by police, Brown interrupts complacency by locating each emergency in the garden of the body, where living things grow and wither—or survive. In the urgency born of real danger, Brown's work is at its most innovative. His invention of the duplex — a combination of the sonnet, the ghazal, and the blues — is an all-out exhibition of formal skill, and his lyrics move through elegy and memory with a breathless cadence. Jericho Brown is a poet of eros: here he wields this power as never before, touching the very heart of our cultural crisis.
Duplex
I begin with love, hoping to end there.
I don't want to leave a messy corpse.
I don't want to leave a messy corpse
Full of medicines that turn in the sun.
Some of my medicines turn in the sun.
Some of us don't need hell to be good.
Those who need most, need hell to be good.
What are the symptoms of your sickness?
Here is one symptom of my sickness:
Men who love me are men who miss me.
Men who leave me are men who miss me
In the dream where I am an island.
In the dream where I am an island,
I grow green with hope. I'd like to end there.
The Tradition poetry by Jericho Brown
Copper Canyon Press
ISBN:978-1556594861
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