I Can't Talk About the Trees Without the Blood
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Publisher Description
Winner, 2020 Kate Tufts Discovery Award
For prize-winning poet Tiana Clark, trees will never be just trees. They will also and always be a row of gallows from which Black bodies once swung. This is an image that she cannot escape, but one that she has learned to lean into as she delves into personal and public histories, explicating memories and muses around race, elegy, family, and faith by making and breaking forms as well as probing mythology, literary history, her own ancestry, and, yes, even Rihanna. I Can’t Talk About the Trees without the Blood, because Tiana cannot engage with the physical and psychic landscape of the South without seeing the braided trauma of the broken past—she will always see blood on the leaves.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Clark bridges a Tennessee landscape's past and present in her stellar debut, evincing a potent mix of history, injury, and divided identity. The opening poem, "Nashville," sets the tone, with a racist epithet hurled in a city gentrified by people who "don't know about the history of Jefferson Street or Hell's/ Half Acre." Clark investigates mixed black heritage and marriage to a white partner whose family asks "Can't we// just let the past be the past?" Her speakers boldly face moments of tension that often draw blood; in such terrain, even a youngster's first kiss is fraught with hazard: "My braces cut you / metallic scythe." These speakers are in dialogue with an array of personalities as psychological as they are historical, including Phillis Wheatley, Nina Simone, and Hannah Peace from Toni Morrison's Sula. Yet these formally adventurous lyric poems are equally alert to nature's violence, whether depicting the sprint of skittish livestock or the aftermath of volcanic eruption ("insidious gas or the searing belch of reckless lava"). In their forthright tone and layered sense of regional heritage, Clark's lines locate and evoke a nexus of dark erotic knowledge "full of thunderstorm/ and terracotta, baked earth and spangled with Tennessee pollen."
