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{"title":"黑桃》和大自然如何召唤我，以及从这里开始即使在大自然中，以及昨天如何把握今天，以及源源不断的礼物","authors":"Glenis Redmond","doi":"10.1353/cal.2024.a935714","DOIUrl":null,"url":null,"abstract":"<span><span>In lieu of</span> an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:</span>\n<p> <ul> <li><!-- html_title --> In Spades, and: How Nature Calls Me, and: Start Here, and: Even in Nature, and: How Yesterday Holds Today, and: The Gift That Keeps on Giving <!-- /html_title --></li> <li> Glenis Redmond (bio) </li> </ul> <h2>IN SPADES</h2> <blockquote> <p><span><em>\"Black Wealth is Black Love</em>\"</span></p> –Nikki Giovanni </blockquote> <p><span>Black Love is a bed. Firm or soft.</span><span>Whatever it is, Black Love is pure.</span><span>Struggle and beauty both come in Spades.</span><span>You know what I mean, the card game.</span><span>We played every day 'cept Sunday. Mama's rule!</span></p> <p><span>Black love is a table with us gathered 'round.</span><span>Partners picked. Rules set at the top.</span><span>Deuces wild. Both jokers are in. Don't reneg.</span><span>Yes, we know what it sounds like.</span><span>We Black as we want to be.</span><span>No talking across the board.</span></p> <p><span>Shuffle the deck. Cut right. Deal left.</span><span>Talk is always trash.</span><span>If you can dish out,</span><span>you better be able to eat it.</span><span>With words and with books.</span></p> <p><span>When the getting got good</span><span>Daddy plastered his next card to his forehead</span><span>three moves before.</span><span>Then, hack!</span><span>He made his spades</span><span>cut twice–</span><span>on the table</span><span>and everywhere else. <strong>[End Page 25]</strong></span> <span>Don't get set</span><span>or go in the hole.</span><span>You can dig your way out,</span><span>but you gotta have the hand.</span><span>Spades is life: like air like water like be all in.</span><span>We all play,</span><span>but everybody knows</span><span>ain't nobody playing. <strong>[End Page 26]</strong></span></p> <h2>HOW NATURE CALLS ME</h2> <p><span>Glazed eyes, I go into a poem</span><span>or into the woods</span><span>places no one can find me</span><span>except myself</span><span>amongst the wild. <strong>[End Page 27]</strong></span></p> <h2>START HERE</h2> <p><span>Upon my diagnosis that I was dying,</span><span>I wanted to be amongst the living.</span><span>Doctors didn't order nature as a cure,</span><span>but my lungs craved crisp, clear air.</span><span>My face wanted to feel the sun.</span><span>I traveled to Paris! Mountain, that is.</span><span>Every blade of grass helped me fight. <strong>[End Page 28]</strong></span></p> <h2>EVEN IN NATURE</h2> <p><span>The color lines were drawn back then.</span><span>Schools too. It's held in the name:</span><span>Fountain Inn Colored High School. My parents'</span><span>alma mater. Bull Dog's last class: 1954.</span><span>Mama recalls, \"We went to Paris Mountain</span><span>for our Senior Class trip. I research.</span><span>Correct her. \"You went to Pleasant Ridge.\" <strong>[End Page 29]</strong></span></p> <h2>HOW YESTERDAY HOLDS TODAY</h2> <p><span>at Paris Mountain State Park</span></p> <p><span>Blue sky above and the trail below.</span><span>We two go, not just for us.</span><span>At Lake Placid, we sit. I wonder</span><span>about elders and ancestors who couldn't</span><span>grace these grounds before. Laws: Whites only.</span><span>Grandson's hand in mine. We circle</span><span>as they hover. The past is present. <strong>[End Page 30]</strong></span></p> <h2>THE GIFT THAT KEEPS ON GIVING</h2> <p><span>As Nikki Haley proclaims, There's no racism</span><span>in America, but here I am dying</span><span>from cancer. Numbers don't lie. Multiple Myeloma</span><span>strikes Black people twice as many as</span><span>White people. Pray tell, what is the</span><span>reason? I am literally living to know</span><span>what is killing us by the droves. <strong>[End Page 31]</strong></span></p> Glenis Redmond <p><strong>GLENIS REDMOND</strong> is the first poet laureate of Greenville, South Carolina. She is a 2023 Poet Laureate Fellow selected by the American Academy of Poets. She has published six books of poetry. 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Redmond received the highest arts award in South Carolina, the Governor's Award, and was inducted into the South Carolina Academy of Authors in 2022. <em>The Listening Skin</em> was shortlisted for the PEN Open Book Award and the Julie Suk Award.</p> <p></p> Copyright © 2024 Johns Hopkins University Press ... </p>","PeriodicalId":501435,"journal":{"name":"Callaloo","volume":"22 1","pages":""},"PeriodicalIF":0.0000,"publicationDate":"2024-08-29","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":"0","resultStr":"{\"title\":\"In Spades, and: How Nature Calls Me, and: Start Here, and: Even in Nature, and: How Yesterday Holds Today, and: The Gift That Keeps on Giving\",\"authors\":\"Glenis Redmond\",\"doi\":\"10.1353/cal.2024.a935714\",\"DOIUrl\":null,\"url\":null,\"abstract\":\"<span><span>In lieu of</span> an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:</span>\\n<p> <ul> <li><!-- html_title --> In Spades, and: How Nature Calls Me, and: Start Here, and: Even in Nature, and: How Yesterday Holds Today, and: The Gift That Keeps on Giving <!-- /html_title --></li> <li> Glenis Redmond (bio) </li> </ul> <h2>IN SPADES</h2> <blockquote> <p><span><em>\\\"Black Wealth is Black Love</em>\\\"</span></p> –Nikki Giovanni </blockquote> <p><span>Black Love is a bed. 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In Spades, and: How Nature Calls Me, and: Start Here, and: Even in Nature, and: How Yesterday Holds Today, and: The Gift That Keeps on Giving
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In Spades, and: How Nature Calls Me, and: Start Here, and: Even in Nature, and: How Yesterday Holds Today, and: The Gift That Keeps on Giving Glenis Redmond (bio) IN SPADES "Black Wealth is Black Love "
–Nikki Giovanni Black Love is a bed. Firm or soft. Whatever it is, Black Love is pure. Struggle and beauty both come in Spades. You know what I mean, the card game. We played every day 'cept Sunday. Mama's rule!
Black love is a table with us gathered 'round. Partners picked. Rules set at the top. Deuces wild. Both jokers are in. Don't reneg. Yes, we know what it sounds like. We Black as we want to be. No talking across the board.
Shuffle the deck. Cut right. Deal left. Talk is always trash. If you can dish out, you better be able to eat it. With words and with books.
When the getting got good Daddy plastered his next card to his forehead three moves before. Then, hack! He made his spades cut twice– on the table and everywhere else. [End Page 25] Don't get set or go in the hole. You can dig your way out, but you gotta have the hand. Spades is life: like air like water like be all in. We all play, but everybody knows ain't nobody playing. [End Page 26]
HOW NATURE CALLS ME Glazed eyes, I go into a poem or into the woods places no one can find me except myself amongst the wild. [End Page 27]
START HERE Upon my diagnosis that I was dying, I wanted to be amongst the living. Doctors didn't order nature as a cure, but my lungs craved crisp, clear air. My face wanted to feel the sun. I traveled to Paris! Mountain, that is. Every blade of grass helped me fight. [End Page 28]
EVEN IN NATURE The color lines were drawn back then. Schools too. It's held in the name: Fountain Inn Colored High School. My parents' alma mater. Bull Dog's last class: 1954. Mama recalls, "We went to Paris Mountain for our Senior Class trip. I research. Correct her. "You went to Pleasant Ridge." [End Page 29]
HOW YESTERDAY HOLDS TODAY at Paris Mountain State Park
Blue sky above and the trail below. We two go, not just for us. At Lake Placid, we sit. I wonder about elders and ancestors who couldn't grace these grounds before. Laws: Whites only. Grandson's hand in mine. We circle as they hover. The past is present. [End Page 30]
THE GIFT THAT KEEPS ON GIVING As Nikki Haley proclaims, There's no racism in America, but here I am dying from cancer. Numbers don't lie. Multiple Myeloma strikes Black people twice as many as White people. Pray tell, what is the reason? I am literally living to know what is killing us by the droves. [End Page 31]
Glenis Redmond
GLENIS REDMOND is the first poet laureate of Greenville, South Carolina. She is a 2023 Poet Laureate Fellow selected by the American Academy of Poets. She has published six books of poetry. Her latest books are The Listening Skin (Four Way Books), Praise Songs for Dave the Potter : Art by Jonathan Green, Poetry by Glenis Redmond (University of Georgia Press), and The Song of Everything: A Poet's Exploration of South Carolina's State Parks . Redmond received the highest arts award in South Carolina, the Governor's Award, and was inducted into the South Carolina Academy of Authors in 2022. The Listening Skin was shortlisted for the PEN Open Book Award and the Julie Suk Award.
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