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With Chasing Utopia, Nikki Giovanni, one of America’s most celebrated artists, demands that the prosaic—flowers, birdsong, winter—be seen as poetic.
The poetry of Nikki Giovanni has spurred movements and inspired songs, turned hearts and informed generations. She’s been hailed as a healer and a national treasure. But if her reputation is writ large upon the national stage, her heart resides in the everyday where family and lovers gather, friends commune, and those no longer with us are remembered.
And at every gathering there is food, food as sustenance, food as aphrodisiac, food as memory. A pot of beans are flavored with her mother’s sighs, this sigh part cardamom, that one the essence of clove; a lover requests a banquet as an affirmation of ongoing passion; an homage is paid to the most time-honored appetizer, soup.
Chasing Utopia affirms once again why Nikki Giovanni is as energetic, “remarkable” (Gwendolyn Brooks), “wonderful” (Marian Wright Edleman), “outspoken, prolific, energetic” (New York Times), and as relevant as ever
162 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 29, 2013
Vitamin C prevents
Colds
A and D do sunshine
Things
We need Calcium
For strong bones
And
There must be something
For the eyes
Carrots, Cabbage, Lettuce
You never saw
A blind rabbit
And I have a friend
Who thinks Salmon
Will prevent
A loss of your mind
But I believe
In Coffee
Drip
Percolated
Pressed
Coffee
Black, not sweet
No cream
Coffee
Which smells like morning
And feels like friendship
Coffee
While we laugh
And preview
Our day
Thirst
At 2:30 or maybe 3:00 a.m. I have tossed
And turned all I can:
I'm thirsty
But if I get up to drink I'll have to
Get up again
To go to the bathroom
Thirst wins
Stumbling into my house
Shoes
I got to the kitchen
To find the lemonade
My mother
Were she still here
Would complain:
You don't drink enough water.
Adam's Ale is the best thing
But I don't like water
I, like most Americans,
Take my water
With sugar or fruit juices
Or any disguise I can find
Leaning over the sink
With a bit of real lemonade dripping down
My chin
I feel the coolness
Float into my lungs
And that blessed relief
That says Thirst
Has been satisfied
Feeling myself once again in bloom
I smile
Return to my bed
And await my next
Adventure.