Owed

Joshua Bennett

Book - 2020

"Gregory Pardlo described Joshua Bennett's first collection of poetry, The Sobbing School, as an "arresting debut" that was "abounding in tenderness and rich with character," with a "virtuosic kind of code switching." Bennett's new collection, Owed, is a book with celebration at its center. Its primary concern is how we might mend the relationship between ourselves and the people, spaces, and objects we have been taught to think of as insignificant, as fundamentally unworthy of study, reflection, attention, or care. Spanning the spectrum of genre and form--from elegy and ode to origin myth--these poems elaborate an aesthetics of repair. What's more, they ask that we turn to the songs and sit...es of the historically denigrated so that we might uncover a new way of being in the world together, one wherein we can truthfully reckon with the brutality of the past, and thus imagine the possibilities of our shared, unpredictable present, anew"--

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Subjects
Genres
Poetry
Published
[New York, New York] : Penguin Books, an imprint of Penguin Random House LLC [2020]
Language
English
Main Author
Joshua Bennett (author)
Physical Description
x, 79 pages ; 23 cm
ISBN
9780143133858
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Review by Booklist Review

From the opening poem, "Token Sings the Blues," onward, the latest book by Dartmouth professor Bennett invites us to see through the eyes of someone othered, isolated, and alone in rooms full of people and everyday situations. The perspective of people who "contain multitudes & are yet / contained everywhere," which opens this collection, is one that is important to share and that will resonate with many readers. What follows that stunning opening are astonishing poems that explore the past, childhood, family relationships, identity, and memory among many other themes, all expertly rendered through a mixture of forms. Bennett uses wordplay throughout--his odes are "owed"; a barber has the ability to "reclaim fade / so I now hear the word & imagine / only abundance"--in an effective, never precious way. He has a gift for building and setting vivid scenes and complex stories within the small frames of his stanzas. Bennett will appeal to fans of Gregory Pardlo.

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

The powerful second book from Bennett (The Sobbing School) intertwines the author's multifaceted professions as poet, performer, and professor through powerful, crisp poems that celebrate the complexity, joy, and heartbreak of the Black experience in America. "I'm pretty good/ at not loving/ anything enough/ to fear its ruin./ The cruel speed/ of our guaranteed/ obsolescence suits/ me," he writes in "Plural." Packed with sounds that echo the rhythms and narrative form of performance poetry, the collection is divided into three sections, each containing a series of Bennett's version of the ode, which is reclaimed as "owed." This idea is echoed in his four poems titled "Reparation." Bubbling under his Whitmanesque breadth and awe at the world around him is the danger of growing up Black in America: "we grew tired trying not to die." In "The Book of Mycah," dense blocks of text flesh out the frenetic pace and energy of the Brooklyn neighborhood where Mycah Dudley, "Son of Flatbush & roti & dollar vans bolting down the avenue after six," was killed by police. With their joy, pain, and fierce descriptions of Black life in America, Bennett's poems are more necessary than ever. (Sept.)

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Review by Library Journal Review

Racism and particularly the danger faced by Black men in America run like a current through this new collection from National Poetry series winner Bennett (The Sobbing School), whose subjects range from police shootings to childhood friendships to his father's integrating his Alabama high school. As he writes in an "American Abecedarian," "B is for blacks belting blues before burial, the blood/ they let to give the flag its glimmer." The book's tripartite structure is reflected in the titles that predominate in each section, which include "Owed to," "Reparations," and "Token," phrases that have obvious and poignant resonance in the Black community. Occasionally, Bennett stretches his similes or overwrites, when less detail would have made the work more powerful. In the end, however, not only are these poems eloquent but also lyrical, intelligent, and, occasionally, funny. Most reflect upon and communicate the pain, joy, and intensity of the current Black experience. As the author writes in the final poem, "The Next Black American Anthem," "Twelve/ & a half minutes// of unchecked, bass-laden/ braggadocio. An owed// to the unwanted." VERDICT In a time when many confront and protest the racism prevalent in our society, Bennett's new book is vital. Recommended for all collections.--Doris Lynch, Monroe Cty. P.L., Bloomington, IN

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Token Sings the Blues You always or almost always only one in the room Maybe two Three is a crowd Three is a gang Three is a company of thieves Three is wow there's so many of you Three will get you confused with people that look nothing like you you get called Devin your name isn't Devin you do your best not to ignore such casual erasure you know silence will be received as affirmation praise even & you always affirmative You affirmative action action figure You fantastic first black friend You first-ballot quota keeper You almost cry when your history professor says you know in this country the gold standard used to be people Funny how no one comes right out & says things like you people anymore it's all code words like thug or diversity hire You diversity all by yourself You contain multitudes & are yet contained everywhere you go confined like there is always someone watching you & isn't there & isn't that the entire point of this flesh you inherited this unrepentant stain be twice as good mama says as if what they have is worth your panic worth measuring your very life against & you always remember to measure Your hair, your volume, your tone over email, you perpetually sorry You don't know why you apologize to no one in particular just for being around & in your body at the same time You know your body is the real problem You monster You beast of burden You beast & burden You horse but human You centaur You map the stars & pull back your bow to shoot the moon in its one good white eye You are everything your big sister says & on your best days above ground you believe her Excerpted from Owed by Joshua Bennett All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.