A stunning account of racism, mob violence, and cultural responsibility as rendered by the poet Martha Collins
the victim hanged, though not on a tree, this was not the country, they used a steel arch with electric lights, and later a lamppost, this was a modern event, the trees were not involved. —from "Blue Front"
Martha Collins's father, as a five-year-old, sold fruit outside the Blue Front Restaurant in Cairo, Illinois, in 1909. What he witnessed there, with 10,000 participants, is shocking.
In Blue Front, Collins describes the brutal lynching of a black man and, as an afterthought, a white man, both of them left to the mercilessness of the spectators. The poems patch together an arresting array of evidence—newspaper articles, census data, legal history, postcards, photographs, and Collins's speculations about her father's own experience. The resulting work, part lyric and part narrative, is a bold investigation into hate, mob mentality, culpability, and what it means to be white in a country still haunted by its violently racist history.
Born in Nebraska and raised in Iowa, Martha Collins was educated at Stanford University and the University of Iowa. She founded the creative writing program at the University of Massachusetts-Boston, and for ten years served as Pauline Delaney Professor of creative writing at Oberlin College. She served as Distinguished Visiting Writer at Cornell University in 2010, and currently teaches (and is available for) short-term workshops. She lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
This book was slow to open on the most necessary work, to teach you its method before using it most seriously. The last third of the book is amazing, incredibly strong and searching. Be patient with this book: it will reward.
Another read for my Midwest poets class. This content was really challenging, and there were a couple times where I needed to set it aside before revisiting later. Collins does a great job here, but I recommend coming into it knowing its wider context.
this book is difficult for me to follow as her writing is quite unsual for a non-native like me. however it strucked me really hard on how brutal human can be on one another.
I picked this up as I had just read Richard Peck's "The River Between Us" -- also set in Cairo -- and I thought there might be some interesting resonances.
I didn't enjoy the choppy, fragmentary, unpunctuated blur of many of these poems -- apparently I enjoy her structured poetry more, although I wouldn't say that is necessarily the case -- and I thought there were times when trying to parse out this psuedo stream of consciousness really robbed the poems of their power.
There were some I enjoyed however -- some of the "list" poems (pg 17 "two weeks before it happened", "1913-1964".
My other favorites were "Montgomery" "There were trees on those streets" and "Selma".
Collins has opened her own family history as a means of exploring racism. Even Cairo, IL seems to be the bigger statement here. And if Cairo, where else. And how else has it affected us. Perhaps this is where Collins wants to lead us. History is a narrative, and everyone seems to understand the inherent incompleteness of its argument (and even that it always seems to have some argument), but how is it that history actually influences people's lives. How does history make lynchings possible? Because it does.
I saw Martha Collins read at a local bookshop and was intrigued, so I picked up the book. I didn't find that the pauses and inflection she used in her reading were clearly marked by the printed work, which I consider a weakness. The "definition" poems (bury, shoot), scattered throughout, I find very interesting. However, her tendency to play with absences of language didn't always work and made the text feel too opaque in some places. I like the concept, and some of the execution.
This was a non-fiction-based, book length poem about the author's father witnessing a double lynching when he was 5 in Springfield, IL in 1909. I appreciated Collins using poetry to explore the history of racism in her family as well as culturally. I found the narrative's fragmentation a bit confusing, but it was well-written. Yay for anti-racist poetry!
This is a rather difficult book to read, both for its subject and form. It is also a very satisfaying one if you take time and don't hurry through it. Definitely one of those books you go back to after a while and read many times.
This book, in part, tells the story of Collins' father and a lynching he witnessed as a little boy. And, of course, her attempt to understand what her father saw and what happened in his town.
Somebody please read this! It's indescribable. I guess you have to at least appreciate poetry. If you do, this is such a unique and beautiful and haunting piece of work.
as a whole, one of my absolute favourite poetry books. the poems are cohesive and tell of a bigger picture, unlike many poetry collections which are only collections of various poems.
This collection is unmoving despite being unusual. Perhaps it is so unmoving, because it is not her experience to connect to. In terms of form and delicacy, lacking. The concept is something I really liked: to tell a story all about a collection of moments culminating in something really violent. I did not find this collection paced well either.
Close to the end of the book, a section closes with "may / I help you please / make change" -- which is both a question and a directive. This difficult and moving book reckons with the brutal history of racism through one family's memories and erasures, and in doing so helps make change.
Once again, Martha Collins leads her fellow citizen readers of poetry to confront the ugliest, most hurtful truths about who we are as a people. I can't understand the reviews here who are put off by her "style". Grow up, this is the work poetry is meant to do.
I just now discovered "draft reviews" on goodreads. I know i had some cockamamie grand review planned for this book that would've required tons of research. I now know myself well enough to know i'll never do that so this is all i'll ever "publish".
3.5 stars for me. My favorite poems were the definitionals and the ones that offer evidence of our country's systemic racism, especially
1967—1975
in 1967 when black citizens took to the streets to protest after Robert L. Hunt was hanged or otherwise died in the city jail
they called the National Guard and formed the White Hats
in 1968 just after the schools were fully integrated
they opened a school for whites called Camelot
in 1969 when the United Front of Cairo began a boycott of stores that wouldn't hire blacks and weekly marches
the White Hats allegedly fired into black housing
in 1969 when reports disbanded the White Hats and courts defended the marchers
firings violence gun battles clubbings increased
in 1975 when after years of boycotts marches hearings the courts at last ordered hirings
the white businesses rather than change closed down