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Mix of hey thats poetry (uncanny resistance) with hey thats a text and smashing goals & fulfilling them along the way & saying my parents fulfilled them. Doing it differently being alive & an artist.The self-conscious labor of these poems explores a culture of asides, stutters, stammers, and media glitches. It's no wonder Tommy Pico manages to name and claim identity while also reminding us of his (and our!) limitlessness.?A poet who will not hesitate calling out winter as a death threat from nature, Tommy Pico hears the wild frequencies in the mountains and rivers of cities.Pico centers his second book-length poem on the trap of conforming to identity stereotypes as he ponders his reluctance to write about nature as a Native American . . . In making the subliminal overt, Pico reclaims power by calling out microaggressions and drawing attention to himself in the face of oppression.[Instead of following the conventions of the pastoral tradition, in which nature is revered, Pico adopts a tragicomic view. On the one hand, the land of his native people can be described with great reverence, desert nights that chill and sparkle and swoon with metal/ lighting up the dark universe. On the other, that same landscape carries and extends legacies of racism and genocide that Pico is determined not to forget.Pico has pulled me out of a poetry slump. His poems make me want to live with more poetry, to read, write and revel in poetry as a form that does not have to be a container.Few people capture New York, queerness, and the artful use of hashtags in a poem quite like Tommy Pico.Through text messages, Gchats, snippets of dialogue, and critical theory shorthand,Exciting . . .?in its central examination of one contemporary Native man's relationship with nature,?
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