A poetry collection that combines lyric verse, sonnets, field notes, and fragments to examine 21st-century anguish, love, queerness, and political possibility for Indigenous life and resistance
In The Idea of an Entire Life, queer Indigenous poet Billy-Ray Belcourt offers up a powerful meditation on the present as a space where the past and a still-possible utopia collide.
Belcourt's collection is both rigorous in research and thought and accessible in language and imagery. He contends with the afterlife of he calls "the long twentieth century," a century marked by assaults on Indigenous life and his peoples’ enduring resistance to them. Through lyric verse, sonnets, field notes, and fragments, Belcourt delivers a poignant examination of anguish, love, queerness, and political possibility. The poems, sometimes heartbreaking, other times sly and humorous, put to use the autobiographical and philosophical style that has come to define Belcourt’s body of work. By its close, the collection makes the urgent argument that we are each our own little statues of both grief and awe.
His third book of poetry and sixth across genres, Billy-Ray Belcourt's The Idea of an Entire Life leaves readers with a vision for queer Indigenous life as it is shaped by a violent history and pulled toward a more flourishing future.
Billy-Ray Belcourt is a writer and academic from the Driftpile Cree Nation. His books are: THIS WOUND IS A WORLD (Frontenac House 2017; UMinn Press 2019), winner of the 2018 Griffin Poetry Prize, NDN COPING MECHANISMS (House of Anansi 2019), winner of the 2020 Stephan G. Stephansson Poetry Prize and longlisted for Canada Reads, A HISTORY OF MY BRIEF BODY (Hamish Hamilton and Two Dollar Radio 2020), finalist for the 2020 Governor General's Literary Prize for Non-Fiction and the 2021 Lambda Literary Award for Gay Memoir/Biography, and the forthcoming A MINOR CHORUS: A NOVEL (Hamish Hamilton and Norton 2022).
This was one of my most anticipated 2025 releases and I absolutely loved it. Billy-Ray Belcourt did it again and The Idea of An Entire Life made me cry. These poems are written beautifully and bring such depth and insight to his experiences as a Queer Cree man. My fave poem was 20th-Century Cree History. I will definitely be reading this collection again!
"On some maps, there / are the republics of Poetry and Death / and all that's between them is a lush forest. / That forest is called Listening Carefully. / The point is to get lost, / become a tree."
“What if in the midst of too many objects I become one?” This collection of poems was so beautifully written. I was enthralled the entire time I was reading.
”What shape must our poems take? Maybe a sonnet can be a gay space that is weirdly liberating…
I love how much queer sense we make even when we’re sad and defeated.”
Oh this legendary book. There are so many pages I’ve dog-eared and underlined. His interpretation of the past, present, and future are so intriguing. His queerness drenched every poem. I will be buying every one of his books.
Such a beautiful collection of poems, such a pleasure to read. Explores queerness, love, loss, grief, colonial violence, indigenousness, and the body; everything I needed to read poetry about in the past few weeks.
“Even death is a beginning. What is the subtext of my sadness? How do I live in the world if I don't love it? Many days I'm hysterical. I remember the wind and what the wind rustles through. A man speaks to me in a human voice. I try to admire what's left of the future, which flickers.”
”I love the small gestures that permit us, I love being intent to be lost”
My my what an emotional unveiling. What I love most about poetry is the abandonment in which poets so freely reveal their truths. Ugly, nasty, raw, beautiful and sincere truths.
To live and write with abandonment is poetry.
This collection reflects deeply on the 21st century, while claiming we never truly left the previous one. It’s a look at the stagnation of queerness, love, loss and moving forward.
Written in a series of sonnets and lyrical prose, the poems come out as intended, destructive and true to his philosophical style. Each ending leads to a thoughtful pondering. Humorous and also heartbreaking, the sinking question looms: why haven’t things changed?
“Mostly I want to be undone without being ruined.”
same.
[thank you @beaconpress @nakinisowin for this gifted copy!]
The problem with pleasure is that two people can meet in a room in order to exist less -The Problem With Pleasure
Can a person exist without being delimited? Do our ideas of utopia remind us of our immanence? Is transcendence possible at all when the world is often nothing but an excessive reminder of our being in it?
You'll find yourself with a lot of questions after reading Belcourt; geniuses often leave you with questions. But Belcourt asks them in such a way that you feel as if it's no big deal if the questions go unanswered. There is freedom in the very idea of existence when the question is asked. I find myself again in awe of the pain his words can carry. The unrelenting joy that follows. Munoz would have written of Belcourt in Cruising Utopia if he had had the chance.
What is an entire life? I don't really know, but Belcourt gives us pieces from which we can ask further questions. 10/10(as always)
This book was so damn good I immediately started back at the first poem and read the whole thing over again. I kept having to stop and breathe to recover from that feeling of fireworks going off in my brain. Just beautiful.
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“To exist is a pain we have to keep bearing”
I’ve long admired Billy-Ray Belcourt’s writing and I was eagerly anticipating his new work and it did not disappoint. It delivers an emotional wallop. It’s lyrical, vulnerable, and thought provoking.
His poetry is hauntingly beautiful, and powerfully emotive, laced with the philosophical depth that is uniquely his. His poetry blends and balances pain and joy, despair and hope all the while expressing a longing for a world that is different - safe, free and liberating.
It is impossible to read this and not feel deeply impacted emotionally. I’ve already read this twice and I know I will pick it up again.
Billy-Rag Belcourt is hands down one of my favourite authors!!!! Lots of times I feel like I don't understand poetry but I just get Belcourt's writing. some of the lines just make you stop and re-read the words. Beautiful as always. 💕
My oh my, this was really beautiful. If this collection were a triptych, the main panel really held me. I loved the rhythm of each sonnet, where every end was a beginning. I loved how it felt like a collection by a historian, archivist, child, man, anthropologist, all at once. I love how it complicates our understanding of the past and present. I could list enough quotes from this collection to hit the max character count, but here goes five:
“Indulging in the image of someone elses queer magnificence / can be a necessary act.”
“I became a homosexual because / pleasure was an aspiration, a structure of feeling I / knew as the vague shape of what would save my life. / I now know that to be a homosexual is to be a theorist / and an architect and an archivist and, of course, a poet. / We have to reject our negation, we have to harness / our love and joy in the act of utopian transformation.”
“I still / don't think we are in that unimaginable place / that is safe for men who desire men. Sure, the apps / turned the city into one big sexual fantasy, but / my suspicion is that there's something more joyfully resonant out there, among flowers, in / the blurry horizon where revolution awaits us. / Sure, we have failed, but we have to keep imagining, / we have to keep exceeding our conditions of / possibility, late capitalism's usual formulations! / We can still become what we will one day touch!”
“Dear former / lovers, I'm sorry I was always finding ways to be / less present. I'm sorry that I was more aroused / by an image than real life. When I write about us / in the past tense we seem more alive. When I write / about us in the present tense the poem becomes / a eulogy. As far as I know, all of us are still living. It / doesn't have to hurt to dwell in someone else's image.”
“We spent most weekends / together; we created our own pleasure principle, / our own interchangeable reality where every gesture / and gaze vibrated with a latent sexuality. I broke up / with him because he was sexting other men. I could not / imagine a nexus of erotic collaboration, I wanted / our world to be small and enchanted.”
I tore the bookmark given to me with the purchase into many tiny pieces and used them as bookmarks to flag so many poems in this slender collection that it's almost as many bookmarks as pages. Some mark the poems I want to engage in my dissertation (from "Endnotes:" "What do I want from literature anyway? / A new way of living, a new way to talk / about the trees that doesn't endanger them"), but most of them flag the poems I want to keep coming back to, like "The Past Tense:" "I do not have a / mother tongue. / A mouth without / a mother tongue / speaks in each echoes. / My words ricochet. / I chase after them, / even though / they're mostly / dying light."
This collection, like the title indicates, is very much an idea, or a set of them, about how to structure responses--and response-abilities--to Indigenous vitalities, temporalities, memories as cumulative and not only contingent: "The past is not an admirable text; it is a mausoleum. / I want to call attention to the dead, to the barely / living. I want to remind you of the gravity and / the challenge of responding to the world, of simply / being in the world" (from "The Cruising Utopia Sonnets," Sonnet 10).
Using the sonnet form in "The Cruising Utopia Sonnets" to explore Indigenous temporalities and queerness is a clever nod to the sonnet's literary tradition, and is also, oof, heartwrenching. Belcourt knowingly recalls Shakespeare's Fair Youth sonnets ("O thou my lovely boy, who in thy pow'r / Dost hold time's fickle glass, his fickle hour, / Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st, / Thy lover's with'ring, as thy sweet self grow'st" (Sonnet 126)). Belcourt even writes, "I was not a beautiful young man" (from Sonnet 12), which I read as his confrontation of the notion of the ideal poetic subject and a recognition of Indigiqueerness.
This collection is about all the acts of repair that hold a person's fragments together. Belcourt continues to produce magic.
"As a boy, I waded in the water; I now realize that that was my first poem."
Featuring poems with titles like "Endnotes" and "Fieldnotes", THE IDEA OF AN ENTIRE LIFE finds a point of genesis in colonial approaches to accumulating knowledge, examining or redacting these texts to envision pasts and futures for indigenous communities. Belcourt's verse is elegantly tuned and often in an aphoristic mode, finding its effect in short, cryptic observations which in some places resemble koans: "Utopia is an impossible demand. Most likely,/it's what happens when no one's looking" or "A human body is reminiscent of a sentence/in that it too can taste like dust". These fragments weave together into a narrative about indigenous identity, queer life, and loneliness, reconstructing a sense of hope amidst its vision of a damaged world. Some of Belcourt's works lean perhaps too heavily on academic jargon—I think of lines like "I belong to a circuit of dialectical/tensions between my friends and my sexual/acquaintances"—but the startling and often devastating simplicity of the ideas he expresses helps electrify his verse.
I was so excited when I received this ARC on Netgalley. I've read almost all of Belcourt's other works, and I was so excited to see another poetry collection from the author. One again, the poems are insightful, tender, and full to the brim of quiet reflection and musings. The sharing of the Queer Indigenous experience is so cleverly explored throughout the collection, and even more than that the poems themselves speak to the author's own unique voice and experiences. My favourite poem was "An Entire Life" written for Brenda Draney (one of my favourite contemporary painters). Each poem has beautiful imagery and a simple way of storytelling that still packs a punch and leaves a lasting impression of tenderness.
Giveaway ARC: As a teen I devoured the works of Shelly, Keats,and Poe like my favorite dessert; reading them over and over. In my adult life, I wrote poetry to quiet my chaotic mind. But “The Idea of an Entire Life” showed me a landscape of poetry that I hadn’t seen. Beautifully written and thought provoking, the prose sticks in your consciousness forcing you to confront not only the reality of the author and the history of a group of people you may never know, but also your own reality and that of your ancestors. I took my time reading this; digesting each poem or set of poems before taking on the next. It gave me a greater appreciation for poetry, history, and life.
Belcourt is frank and unsentimental in this collection of poems. He explores many tough topics such as sexuality, indigenous poverty, and colonial suppression in an unsparing way that touched me at times. I feel that I didn’t quite “get” his message in many of these poems, but there were several that touched my heart and/or opened my eyes to the struggles of both Belcourt and his people. Many thanks to Belcourt and Beacon Press for the opportunity of reading and reviewing this book.
I haven’t read a book of poetry in quite a while and “the idea of an entire life” was a beautiful reintroduction to form as well as Belcourt’s work. Belcourt uses language to paint feeling and experience onto the page in a way that felt uncanny. I’m glad I own a physical copy, as I imagine I’ll return to various individual poems/lines frequently. I have also been left looking that much more forward to reading Muñoza’s Cruising Utopia and subsequently rereading all of the cruising utopia sonnets! *I received this book for free as a winner of a goodreads giveaway contest*
Belcourts writing always makes me hopeful. It’s like his poems place me in his memories and my own, in sadness and grief, and warmth hugged by the land and family. But the hopefulness is something sweet to taste and I really appreciate how his poems linger in the light of my body.
I read this book twice over the past couple months and different poems usually present themselves but very similar feelings. His poems also encourage me to write and give me hope that I can publish a collection one day.
I will again make the argument that we all adopt the term "Belcourtian" to determine the outstanding abilities of combining theory with poetry and prose to this level of perfection!!! I would quite literally read Belcourt's To-Do List and get goosebumps. Reading this collection was, much like all of his other works, a transformative experience, filled with laughter, tears, anger, and the occasional, involuntary GASP at how beautiful the language is.
20th-Century Cree History: “Most days, my job is to work out the difference between truth and honesty.”
In an extractive and hostile colonial world the truth—whatever that may be—is viewed as something that can be found. Something that can be objective and quantifiable. The reality is the opposite. An honest lived experience will always be subjective. There can live, in harmony, a thousand different truths.
My favorite poet does not disappoint in his latest batch of queer, indigenous and achingly human poems. I loved every page and underlined many of them. These poems are outwardly sparse but internally overflowing. The few pages of this tiny book somehow contain everything I expect and love about this writer and that is no small feat.
"The Idea of an Entire Life encapsulates what it means to live with courage, honesty, and resilience—to be in the present moment, no matter how daunting it may seem."
I don't know why BRB doesn't get more attention? Reading a swath of the poetry collections that were nominated for awards this year, it's wild that they're outpacing something like The Idea of an Entire Life. 4 1/2.