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The Face
"Brimming with intolerable rapture, I almost killed myself many, many times. I wasn’t trying to; my love for life just kept spilling me over boundaries into places from which some people don’t come back. Hardly restricted by social convention, I hurt myself by being so rambunctious and romantic."
How much of our past does our face betray? What future fortune can you read in the lines and skin? What trace is left by other lips and fingers and fists? In this beautiful, boisterous account, by turns soul-searching and erotic, acclaimed Chicano and Native American poet Jimmy Santiago Baca reveals the story of his life as told through his face. An orphan, a runaway, and an inmate in a maximum-security prison before he became a world-renowned writer, Baca’s life has been touched with rapture and despair, passion and purgatory. “In my eagerness to thrust forth and excel in life,” Baca writes, “I found fame in all the wrong places.”
Presented by Restless Books as part of an ongoing series of succinct essays featuring some of the world’s most distinctive voices, this installment of The Face is Baca’s meditation on the different faces we show the world, and the ways in which the world marks us with its joys and sorrows. With echoes of Walt Whitman and Pablo Neruda, Baca speaks for a people alienated by history, in search of their own recognizable faces. The Face is the record of a lasting quest for self-recognition by one of our most distinguished poets.
How much of our past does our face betray? What future fortune can you read in the lines and skin? What trace is left by other lips and fingers and fists? In this beautiful, boisterous account, by turns soul-searching and erotic, acclaimed Chicano and Native American poet Jimmy Santiago Baca reveals the story of his life as told through his face. An orphan, a runaway, and an inmate in a maximum-security prison before he became a world-renowned writer, Baca’s life has been touched with rapture and despair, passion and purgatory. “In my eagerness to thrust forth and excel in life,” Baca writes, “I found fame in all the wrong places.”
Presented by Restless Books as part of an ongoing series of succinct essays featuring some of the world’s most distinctive voices, this installment of The Face is Baca’s meditation on the different faces we show the world, and the ways in which the world marks us with its joys and sorrows. With echoes of Walt Whitman and Pablo Neruda, Baca speaks for a people alienated by history, in search of their own recognizable faces. The Face is the record of a lasting quest for self-recognition by one of our most distinguished poets.
25 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 11, 2013
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Jimmy Santiago Baca
64 books194 followersJimmy Santiago Baca of Apache and Chicano descent is an American poet and writer.
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November 14, 2020Chicano / Apache poet speaks of a institutions he knew well - foster care and prison - "to the system, I was faceless, known only by the number 32581", combining personal essay and his stunning poetry in this short form.
"Sometimes I wonder if my face were lighter or darker in pigment, whether i could still call myself Chicano. Does a face as deeply indigenous as mine make one part of a culture? No, being part of a group carries it's membership more in the soul and heart than it does in the face."
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"In almost every aspect of nature, i see parts of my fave. My lips in the creek. Forehead on the high peaks. Brown eyes in the sunlight that soreads evenly and softly over the treetops. My graying temples in the patches of lingering snow on the north-facing slopes of pine-forested mountains."
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"Maybe if I changed faces, I could change fates."
"Sometimes I wonder if my face were lighter or darker in pigment, whether i could still call myself Chicano. Does a face as deeply indigenous as mine make one part of a culture? No, being part of a group carries it's membership more in the soul and heart than it does in the face."
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"In almost every aspect of nature, i see parts of my fave. My lips in the creek. Forehead on the high peaks. Brown eyes in the sunlight that soreads evenly and softly over the treetops. My graying temples in the patches of lingering snow on the north-facing slopes of pine-forested mountains."
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"Maybe if I changed faces, I could change fates."
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