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This Memorial Day — a patriotic holiday that my partner and I do not celebrate — as I sit in the sadness that is America, I thought it fitting to post a reminder from Joy Harjo about the origins of this country. I had good fortune to see Joy at The Barnes Foundation in Philadelphia and the first video is a clip of Joy playing sacred music on the flute. Under that is the YouTube video of a review that I did of her memoir, Poet Warrior. Peace.

I’ve long followed the work of Joy Harjo—far before she was Poet Laureate of the United States.

When I discovered that she had a recent memoir called Poet Warrior (2021; W.W. Norton & Company), I couldn’t wait to read it. It is a powerful book that reaches far into the past and leaps into the future. It is a memoir of healing the past—of wondering what life would be like if what Joy describes as “the rituals of becoming,” were available to her ancestors, in particular to her mother. It is a book that gives us the cold hard truth and at the same time it is a book that talks about the importance of forgiveness.

When I heard Joy say that before the end of her life, she wanted to prove that Indigenous Americans are people, I felt glad for her. She did achieve her goal, especially by becoming U.S. Poet Laureate. But I also felt sad. Of course, Indigenous Americans are people. In Joy’s words, “some of us are poets.” That cannot be denied. This powerful memoir is told in poetry and prose. Even though it is about a life built from language, in many ways it cannot be contained in language.

It is also a memoir about the truth of the United States being built on racism and lies.

As Joy writes, bringing together the personal and the political:

“….. Dona Jo passed in the hospital as everyone in the country celebrated a false story of settlers and Natives having dinner together, when in reality Native heads were on spikes surrounding the settler community who were feasting on what they had been taught to plant by the Native people. Though at that moment I was far away in New Mexico, I felt my cousin’s soul lift from her body as she was taken home.”

To say that the book is eye opening is an understatement. Poet Warrior is a book that demands attention. I found that I could not put it down.

It is about the act of becoming—specifically about becoming a poet, a musician and artist. Joy is someone who found herself with words and she tells us how listening to her inner voice made her a poet. She also writes about art as survival.

She tells us that when she first began writing poetry, “Some of my closest friends were Navajo drag queens who taught me to accept the contradictions within myself and laugh hard about them and with them, as they bravely were themselves.”

Joy reminds us that “Everyone is a teacher.” And she tells us that “Poetry is a tool for navigating transformation.”

I found Poet Warrior A Memoir by Joy Harjo, published by W.W. Norton & Company, to be both a fascinating and necessary read. It is a memoir of courage and vulnerability and a memoir that puts the reader in touch with the mystery.  I cannot recommend it enough.

This is Janet Mason writing for Book Tube.

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Last night, I attended a magical gathering at the main branch of the Philadelphia library where we gathered to listen to U.S. Poet Laureate Joy Harjo read her poetry, sing and speak.
Joy talked about many things — including the importance of forgiveness so that we don’t make ourselves sick with anger and resentment.
She wondered what the world would be like if we all experienced each other’s stories.
What would the world be like if we all had that much compassion?
She spoke on #worldkindnessday — and that was auspicious. It made me think that #worldkindnessday should be everyday.
In the short video below, Joy Harjo talks about the trickster, explaining that the trickster in all cultures usually sits near the person in power and reminds that person when power is bestowed on him or her, the power does not belong to the person.  Power is meant to be shared.

To learn more about my novel THEY, a biblical tale of secret genders (published by Adelaide Books New York/Lisbon), click here.

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One of the great pleasures in being a Unitarian Universalist lay minister is that I am called on to select and do readings as part of services. This past Sunday which happened to be a Poetry Sunday, focused on social justice, I chose to read Joy Harjo’s poem, “For Calling the Spirit Back from Wandering the Earth in Its Human Feet.”

The poem—which was passed along to me from my partner—was perfect for the service.  I have long been familiar with Joy’s poetry.  Her work is frequently used in Unitarian services, and long before I was a Unitarian, I was a fan of her work.

Then I heard that she was the first Native American U.S. poet laureate (it’s about time!).

 

You can watch me read the poem on YouTube or read the poem below the video.

 

Janet Mason reading Joy Harjo — a UU reading
Unitarian Universalist (UU) lay minister Janet Mason reads, as part of the annual Poetry Sunday, a poem written by Joy Harjo, the first Native American poet laureate of the United States. Poetry Sunday is a UU annual event. Janet is reading at the Unitarian Universalist Church of the Restoration in Philadelphia.
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For Calling the Spirit Back from Wandering the Earth in Its Human Feet

By Joy Harjo
Put down that bag of potato chips, that white bread, that bottle of pop.

Turn off that cellphone, computer, and remote control.

Open the door, then close it behind you.

Take a breath offered by friendly winds. They travel the earth gathering essences of plants to clean.

Give it back with gratitude.

If you sing it will give your spirit lift to fly to the stars’ ears and back.

Acknowledge this earth who has cared for you since you were a dream planting itself precisely within your parents’ desire.

Let your moccasin feet take you to the encampment of the guardians who have known you before time, who will be there after time. They sit before the fire that has been there without time.

Let the earth stabilize your postcolonial insecure jitters.

8BBC3AB4-D8D5-4AB4-9748-7A437D9CA9EFBe respectful of the small insects, birds and animal people who accompany you.
Ask their forgiveness for the harm we humans have brought down upon them.

Don’t worry.
The heart knows the way though there may be high-rises, interstates, checkpoints, armed soldiers, massacres, wars, and those who will despise you because they despise themselves.

The journey might take you a few hours, a day, a year, a few years, a hundred, a thousand or even more.

Watch your mind. Without training it might run away and leave your heart for the immense human feast set by the thieves of time.

Do not hold regrets.

When you find your way to the circle, to the fire kept burning by the keepers of your soul, you will be welcomed.

You must clean yourself with cedar, sage, or other healing plant.

Cut the ties you have to failure and shame.

Let go the pain you are holding in your mind, your shoulders, your heart, all the way to your feet. Let go the pain of your ancestors to make way for those who are heading in our direction.

Ask for forgiveness.

Call upon the help of those who love you. These helpers take many forms: animal, element, bird, angel, saint, stone, or ancestor.

Call your spirit back. It may be caught in corners and creases of shame, judgment, and human abuse.

You must call in a way that your spirit will want to return.

Speak to it as you would to a beloved child.

Welcome your spirit back from its wandering. It may return in pieces, in tatters. Gather them together. They will be happy to be found after being lost for so long.

Your spirit will need to sleep awhile after it is bathed and given clean clothes.

Now you can have a party. Invite everyone you know who loves and supports you. Keep room for those who have no place else to go.

Make a giveaway, and remember, keep the speeches short.

Then, you must do this: help the next person find their way through the dark.

Reprinted from Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings by Joy Harjo. Copyright 2015 by Joy Harjo.

(I also found the poem at poets.org)

 

 

To learn more about my novel THEY, a biblical tale of secret genders (published by Adelaide Books New York/Lisbon), click here.

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