Reading Frank X Walker’s Affrilachia gave me a new perspective on one of the many people-groups of Appalachia. Walker combines his background, views, and beliefs with his unique style of poetry with imagination and wordplay to present a thought-provoking, powerfully quiet mirage of scenes and stories highlighting blacks in Appalachia.
The writing style is striking, not lessened by the lack of punctuation such as periods. Walker makes this work to his advantage, as in some cases a thought, stanza, or line appears to have a double meaning depending on where you, the reader, creates a pause.
I feel that different meanings are a large theme of this collection. The meanings of some poems were much more evident than others, at least to me; “Statues of Liberty” had a clear tribute and meaning, whereas poems like “Neopolitan” are much more open to interpretation.
One thing I love about this book is the range of circumstances Walker covers. From the roles of women (“Matriarch,” “Statues of Liberty”), to so-called interracial dating (“Cease Fire,” a personal favorite), to religion (“Fireproof,” “Amazin’ Grace”), to an overall view of the birth and nature of violence (“Death by Basketball,” “Violins or Violen…ce”), to the Civil Rights Movement (“Million Man March”), to drugs (“Rock Star”), it is all a healthy dose of truths from someone who obviously ‘knows what they’re talkin’ ‘bout.’
“Death by Basketball’s” so starkly and wonderfully shown themes of education, fame, and commercialism are ones that I feel are especially prevalent in today’s culture. It’s important to remember that violence always has a root, and it’s not just found in the ghettos and projects of places like New York City, but it’s in Appalachia as well.
The book begins and ends poignantly with a duo of poems, “Clifton I” and “Clifton II,” that particularly struck me. In my mind, “Clifton I” is a vignette of father and son, the latter listening to stories of the family’s past. They soak in, but the son is wondering if they matter. Do they apply to his current situation? His current problems? Perhaps the rest of the poems in the book are meant to represent and show why the stories of happenings matter and how they affect people.
“Clifton II,” I imagined, was written from the point-of-view of this same son, now grown, now knowing that all the stories, the backgrounds, the histories of family do matter, and wanting to pass them on. There’s a hint of despair in his tone, as he’s not sure any of the youth of the family will care about them. Yet through it, he is showing the readers that they are certainly things to care about. I related to “Clifton II” in many ways, and was comforted knowing that other people are concerned about preserving family histories as well.
From start to finish, Walker’s words are sympathetic, revealing, and challenging. One of my favorite thoughts presented is from the poem “Stop Looking and Listen,” showing we are all the same, we all live here, we are all community; ‘acknowledge your europe, claim your cherokee, embrace your africa, all of them, all at once…’ (My paraphrase.)