why some people be mad at me sometimesthey ask me to remember
but they want me to remember
their memories
and i keep on remembering
mine
How often we are faced with other people longing for us to agree with them, feeling they know best, when our own hearts say otherwise. Clifton's other poems share that approach; she looks on knowingly, with a wink, or in surprise while people act in ways that make no sense to her, be it casually bulldozing trees or being afraid of differences. In an untitled poem that begins, "still," she writes about the scissors man sharpening in the "white folks' section" and later in the poem, "and our edges / and our points / sharpening good as anybody's".
The subjects aren't always easy, but she handles them with humor and heart, as well as with an edge. The contrast of funny/human/edgy pulls us in: we believe her. In an article in The New Yorker she is quoted as saying, "truth and facts are two different things." Truth lives: truth speaks. We can feel that truth in our faces and shoulders when we laugh and cringe. A quote from Clifton in the same article made me cry; she described her eventual afterlife as a "pissed-off Negro in heaven": "when I get to where I'm going I want the death / of my children explained to me."
Her voice is strong on the page and strong in the air. Listen to her read.
Her voice is strong on the page and strong in the air. Listen to her read.
You can also find "why some people…" in her book Blessing the Boats: New and Selected Poems 1988-2000. Other poems that moved me: "Blessing the Boats," "Sorrow Song," and "Sleeping Beauty." This book won a National Book Award for Poetry in 2000.
Lucille Clifton died from cancer on February 13, 2010. She was 73. Four of her six children survive her.
photos for this post were taken by the Wanderer at New Califorkian
1 comment:
Alison, thank you so much for sharing this topic of such a great poet along with the video link. I only discovered her voice when she died in 2010 as she was a great inspiration to one of my poet friends. Now I know why!
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