Look at This Blue
Allison Adelle Hedge Coke
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Look at This Blue
Allison Adelle Hedge Coke
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Finalist for the 2022 National Book Award in Poetry!
Interweaving elegy, indictment, and hope into a love letter to California, Look at This Blue examines America's genocidal past and present to warn of a future threatened by mass extinction and climate peril.
Truths about what we have lost and have yet to lose permeate this book-length poem by American Book Award winner and Fulbright scholar Allison Adelle Hedge Coke. An assemblage of historical record and lyric fragments, these poems form a taxonomy of threatened lives—human, plant, and animal—in a century marked by climate emergency. Look at This Blue insists upon a reckoning with and redress of America's continuing violence toward Earth and its peoples, as Hedge Coke's cataloguing of loss crescendos into resistance.
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Look at This BlueXerces blue butterfly from the sand dunes of San Franciscofirst-known American butterfly to become extinct due to humansfirst known
Redwood burls cut like blisters shaved from trunkspoach life source from rootkilling giants in knobby growth removalsbaseline / canopy-height bud tissueunsprouted genetic code for clone of parent-tree emergence—Barrel at my mouth, ready-cocked held thereby my baby brother’s bared grip.
Lemon-wedge half-moon pops overflat Cosumnes shallowsover sweet sound, low rustle in Lodi waterchortle trill night language from standingcranes, sandhills, they’ve been thereall along, standing still knee-deep in station pools.Orion hovering eastward drawn, readied.Someone slinks past doorjambeach choke hold felled vaporizes cognizance.
In a world fast shaking herself loosefrom diabolical torrent.Rising throttle song above throttled breathchoked out between calligraphies,madness clenched fury unfurled releasemisery met in each pummeled breakit’s not over.Sleep in despair sleeping moth-tongue, unrolled against central incisors,human-throated, deep yearns for saxophonetrachea windpipe—Sandhills chortle only saving grace wetlands marshalled.Nothing here on guardian watch.
Riverside.Reaching back for slipped skateboardhe was hit so hard he flew while breaking.A crow above, whose wings were sunning, swoopedat the same time the car careened to halton Martin Luther King Roadnear Bordwell Park, Eastside, where the speed limit suddenly increaseswhile approaching two close crosswalks leading to homes from StrattonCommunity Center, Bordwell, Emerson Elementary—Eastside; Black,brown kids; elders—Anyone can see someone once worked this out.
Ishi died thirteen years before I was born,so I have no nice anecdotes about knowinghim when I was a child. I’m sorry.—Ursula K. Le GuinIt was custom to be introduced by name, not to utter own. UC Berkeley choseman/Ishi for a name for him, which he (accepted).He worked as a research assistant in the anthropology department.He was placed into a museum in the anthropology department.Yana continued living in California.After declaration that Ishiwas the last of his people, at leastfour other Yahi were seen in thebush.Yana [was] an agglutinative, polysyntheticlanguage with SVO word order. The Yanalanguage was distinctive in having differentword forms used by male and female speakers,an unusual trait that does not exist in the otherlanguages of this region.1999, Ishi’s brain returned to Yana people, his closest relatives“It’s all going to burn,” says man accused of setting Holy Fire
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