Aurum is a fiercely original poetry collection that reveals the marginalized and estranged Native American experience in the wake of industrial progress. With unforgettable imagery and haunting honesty, these poems are powerfully resonant.
Santee Frazier is a citizen of the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma. He holds a BFA from the Institute of American Indian Arts and an MFA from Syracuse University. He is the recipient of various awards including: The Truman Capote Scholarship, Syracuse University Fellowship and a Lannan Foundation Residency Fellowship. His poems have appeared in American Poet, Narrative Magazine, Ontario Review, and other literary journals. His first collection of poems Dark Thirty was released by the University of Arizona Press in the spring of 2009.
I picked this up at a locally owned bookstore in Santa Fe, New Mexico and I really enjoyed it. I think I was a little confused about the concept and narrative, however, there were some interesting themes that I did enjoy.
The word “Aurum” means “Gold.” Frazier’s book is less about the fortunes some reap from its sale, and less about the luster and shine of the metal, than it is about what is left behind after its mining. Consider the second to last section of a long poem called “Half-Life,” which describes an image titled “49ers Chain Indians to Trough.” The energy in Aurum is like a woodstove Frazier describes elsewhere in “Half-Life”: “Its bulbous hull/ a womb/ of popping embers.” As these poems insist, “This is not fate.” The “dislodged earth” and hunger here, the violence and the anger, the “gritty air” and “fungal,” “mangled” disarray, the “dust and exhaust” and dead animals are all by design. What we’re left with after picking up Aurum are the spoils of a culture of rapacious, careless “thirst.”
The language clangs against itself like cans in a bag in the back of a rusted out car. The familiar corn and chickens wander against a back drop both metallic gold and greasy. Bacon greasy.