Shane McCrae – Hex and Other Poems (Bad Betty Press)
Judges’ Comments
Hex and Other Poems recalls T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets. It has the same looping, questing impulses, the same incantatory properties. Here McCrae reprises some of the themes of his other, award-winning work – race-making, mixed race identity, the deep past of racial trauma – but over the course of a mere nine poems. McCrae’s lines are pulled into whorls of meaning, and sent spinning out again, like galaxies. The questions of this work – how to contemplate the past, the appropriate ways to appeal to and commune with one’s ancestors – go marching into the rich dark, and, when they get there, clap back. McCrae’s long poems are ideally suited to the pamphlet form, offering as they do the perfect dose of astral travel.
The White People in My Blood
What do I know about the white
People I don’t know in my blood
Does their blood pale my father’s where
It meets his blood
Where in my body does the pale
Blood meet the dark blood? In my heart
How red might it have been were my
Blood pure, my heart
Which red? How much of which red red
A pale red, or a dark red, blood
Red, heart red? White blood white as blue day
In the heart, black blood
In the heart, black as the breathing sundown
My father’s father’s father’s heart
Might all day long have pounded toward
Then through, whose heart
Kept him awake and running all
Night, might have, or his father’s blood
Rushing, if either ran. Who runs
Still in my blood
Who chases? Whose blood darkens where
They meet? Who fights still in my heart
For what? What violence is the beat-
ing of my heart