The same turns out to be true for transmasculine identity, for shyness, for Minneapolis, but above all for blackness: “like anyone, I need help / raising the shroud / from my black shoulders.”ĭispatch (whose title means haste, and finality, and news) is a tough book, a book that rarely says life will get better, for Awkward-Rich or for people like him. CAMERON AWKWARD-RICH’S terrific - and short - second collection highlights a dilemma all poets must notice, but only some confront: how to speak at once for an individual, perhaps the poet himself, and for the categories, the kinds of persons - shy people, Midwesterners, black men, trans men, millennials - to which the poet belongs? On the one hand, Awkward-Rich titles four poems “.” Not all black poets write about blackness he does.
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