The day after Darren Wilson was not indicted for the killing of Michael Brown, Danez Smith published an open letter to white poets called “We Must Be the New Guards.” In the letter, he writes, “I question what men like Darren Wilson and George Zimmerman were defending themselves against except a fear they nursed since elementary school, a fear that screams ‘SHOOT’ somewhere deep in their minds, their hands.” He continues, “I ask you to question what makes you safe?”

Danez Smith’s writing is not safe. How can one’s writing be safe when their life is constantly in danger? In his debut poetry collection [insert] boy, Smith calls for a world where black boys and men are worshipped instead of feared, a world in which they live long enough to “feel the settling of joints, the experience of bones” to “die ninety & beautiful / & the causes more normal.”

In [insert] boy, Smith writes intimately about his complex relationship to multiple forms of violence. He discusses domestic abuse in his family, the physical and emotional effects of rape, and being the target of racist and homophobic language. All of these experiences are based on his interactions with other men. He also includes a series of poems about his many attempts at healing, a constant process which unfolds throughout the book.

The body is present on almost every page—particularly the mouth, knees, and hands. These three body parts often appear together in the same poem. In “King the Color of Space, Tower of Molasses & Marrow,” Smith writes, “I want to kiss you. Not on your mouth, but on your most / secret scars, your ashy black & journeyed knees, // your ring finger, the trigger finger, those hands / the world fears so much.”

As the collection progresses, Smith chronicles his changing relationship with both his body and with men. He shifts from associating his body with harm, to learning how to warmly embrace other men. This transformation is evident in “Poem in Which One Black Man Holds Another.” He writes:

I am learning what loving a man is
not, that we don’t have to end with blood

_____it’s in the lay of your hand
_____on my shoulder, how it is
_____not a fist, not a claw

I am learning what a brother is
how to touch & not scar or fuck

______it’s how you know the bodies
______I devour & don’t care, how you
______don’t want my body & don’t care

I am learning to dance with my clothes on
to make fire in the absence of a storm

______it’s how we don’t have sex
______& never will, how the joy
______is love enough

In [insert] boy, Danez Smith calls for a world in which black boys and men are loved. A world where they are told they are beautiful and believe it. A world where they are free to love themselves and each other, without the constant threat of violence.

 

[insert] boy
By Danez Smith
YesYes Books
Hardcover, 9781936919284, 184 pp.
December 2014



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2 Responses to “‘[insert] boy’ by Danez Smith”

  1. […] still the possibility of true connection: “you say / my name like a testimony.” Finally, in “Poem In Which One Black Man Holds Another” the poet presents queer affection beyond mere copulation as a healing agent: “I am learning to […]


  2. Dennis Lee Baker 16 March 2017 at 4:38 PM #

    I love this Article(poems)its shows someone is thinking about blackish. And paths that black men goes thru,a throne of constant violence which put us in fame of homelessness…..LOVE YOURSELF



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