Maafa

Harmony Holiday, 1982-

Book - 2022

"Maafa is an epic poem about reparations and the female body. Maafa undoes the erasure of trauma and of black femininity. Maafa has killed her father and been granted eternal life. Maafa is Swahili for catastrophe or holocaust, and echoes the Hebrew word Shoah. Without a word for a traumatic event, its erasure is always in progress. Maafa killed her father in the barracoons because the sight of him in captivity beside her was too much to bear. Now she is on her hero's journey which is filled with efforts to shake the sense of shame and longing and forgetting that haunts her in her pursuit of freedom. The crime chases her into all manners of light and darkness. Through an accumulation of images she exorcises her own haunts, and is ...healed into complete being."--Amazon.com.

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Subjects
Genres
Experimental poetry
Epic poetry
Poetry
Published
Hudson, NY : Fence Books [2022]
Language
English
Main Author
Harmony Holiday, 1982- (author)
Edition
First edition
Item Description
Poems.
Physical Description
107 pages : illustrations (some color) ; 21 cm
ISBN
9781944380236
  • Say Her Name
  • Inspection / at auction
  • Maafa's tongue is in the world's mouth (annihilation)
  • Little bits of ride breaking with the assembly line I
  • Go forth and tell no one
  • Mitochondria
  • Tragic Cities
  • Looting / Illusion
  • Maafa's Babygirl
  • Maafa's Moments of Revelation
  • Maafa's Narratives of Progress
  • Motherless Empire
  • Duat
  • Duat
  • God Bless the Child
  • Disinherited Trauma
  • Kafka on the Slaveship
  • Monsters of Innocence
  • Maafa, Maybe
  • Far Beyond Hysteria
  • Headless Heroes
  • Laugh, Clown, Laugh
  • In Praise of New Beginnings
  • Man, God Ain't Like That
  • Ma Leaving
  • Ma's Restorative Gasping
  • The alienation of labor is almost complete
  • The Damned/Don't Cry
  • Yeah ! / Compulsion to Inherit the Wind
  • Black Anguish
  • Duat
  • Escape Scene
  • Leaving Duat/Got Til it's Gone
  • Leitmotif (Run)
  • My Danger as Her
  • Maafa's Toneburst
  • No Discernable Radical Politics, Run
  • Pact
  • Maafa Knows Benthos
  • Settlers, Run
  • Ma's Occasional Dancing Objects
  • Who is you?
  • Genocide, Patricide, Ma's alive
  • Maafa's Kef
  • Where do you stay?
  • Maafa 22
  • Maafa in Constant Gardens
  • Vicious Nonchalance
  • Maafa 11
  • Ravishments
  • Dusk, Ma
  • Mas Favorite
  • Maafa's Waist-Length
  • Militancy / Intimacy
  • A Paradise Of Ruins
  • Not that we begged to be stolen or still mistake a killer for a chaperone
  • A Tangle of Pathology
  • Here is a southern gothic tale that's true.
Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

"Do we have any black women in the epic hero position?" Holiday (A Jazz Funeral for Your Uncle Tom) asks in this potent and surprising collection. In wide-ranging, long-lined, critical, and at times darkly comic poems, Holiday reckons with genocide, generational trauma, capitalism, and empire, writing: "the paradise/ we say we love is dread." Through excellent use of enjambment ("We certainly laugh a lot at our own/ witnessing"), each poem offers a political critique that subverts conventional possibilities of what a poem can do, such as when Holiday renders into metaphor an image of fascism at once profound and unsettling--"fascism has a pact with spring"--and answers her own rhetorical question, "What's between a miracle and a nightmare? Whiteness?" Offering a Black, female hero--one who has been refused such status by the norms of society and culture--Holiday delivers poems that are wide-ranging, beautifully subjective, and intensely focused. Holiday's vision, innovation, and skill are gifts to contemporary poetry. (Apr.)

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Go forth and tell no one Mandarin oranges straight from the can    pinched like pimp hand zeros (heroes?) I was choking So I ate only soft things    no chewing     choking  on the softening seed of a loose bullet impaling me from my mother's throat Maafa can't breathe the boat to shore Maafa don't study war no more or crosshairs or sparingly Sometimes we call this intention but in her case it's that she's onto the banality of horror She's bored with the angry men their broken livers bending the skin between the brows Into ladders and venture capital This is the end of the beginning of genocide it begins swallowing soft things then pans to Quincy a recorder Edward Kennedy Ellington's steeple chasing him in tented Italian footage of everything but the passage down the canal to level where he calls for notes no more innuendo tell me Black beauty is the most powerful currency in the world  Excerpted from Maafa by Harmony Holiday 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.