34 Practicing Marxist, Postcolonial, and Ethnic Studies Criticism
For this week’s assignment, we will be revisiting three texts that we used for our first essay. Please choose a different poem from the one you chose for your essay. In addition to choosing a poem, you’ll also need to decide on the critical approach you want to use: Marxist, postcolonial, or ethnic studies criticism. You will complete a theoretical response to a text using one of these methods. I have not included guiding questions in this chapter; instead, refer to the questions posted below “A Cup of Tea” to guide you in the critical approach you choose. Write your response as a short essay (500-750 words). You will need to come up with a thesis statement about your chosen text that reflects the critical method you chose. Post your short essay as a response to the Marxist, postcolonial, and ethnic studies theoretical response discussion board. I have included the theoretical response assignment instructions at the end of this chapter.
1. American Income
keeping the weeping heads of gods in their eyes.
2. Object Permanence
the gun lasts forever.
The boy is parenthesis,
the huddled wings of a bird.
The boy’s arms are too short
beats of sweat in his sleep.
If life is music, the rest is noise,
his lips. He wakes to the boy
taking selfies with The Scream.
will only last longer.
Frequent warnings read
outsources to the cloud.
As I Lay Dying sits in his book
is a lobe.
From afar the god clutches
to cover missing ears.
The redbone boy was airborne.
The backpack has landed as parachute.
The god yowls watercolors,
quarter, half, a whole.
A bullet is a form of punctuation.
Roger that.
The god of variables — a-
the slain.
The boy’s headphones skip
of another mother’s child.
The skeletal god’s got bars.
of chicken-scratched bones.
The writing on god’s wall
was formerly known as art.
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The boy’s chest has become
The god is MIA.
The boy’s mother repeats her prayers
again, & again, & again, & again, & again.
Repetition leads to the longing for a god,
or limb. Think of the bo(d)y as con artist.
The boy’s mother knows a period is
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She holds the boy’s cracked
the whole world.
A boy is what he leaves behind.
3. Mother’s Dirge
The coconut — meat for eating, fiber for the buttonmaker.
Your father liked falling from high places.
Where the bend in the trunk begins matters most.
Upon landing, he smiles. I carry my share.
Even if they are full, trees that stand straight: avoid climbing.
Husband and wife walk home, avoiding rice paddies.
But we were young, the city called to us like a wilderness.
Your grandmother warned me many times over.
The day he died, the sun heated the cement too hot for bare feet.
Saigon is big, too busy, lacking decency.
The New World Hotel stands fourteen stories.
Afterwards, home brought no comfort,
Everyone here must remember my new dress last fall,
Because tragedy cannot save face.
With the white of his palms alone, your father made us a living.
Our neighbors recount our tale with great skill and detail.
Even when we were promised, I could see he had ability.
The palm trees out front aren’t tall enough.
He climbed until he got us to the city.
Mind your father, improve yourself, head upwards.
Source: Poetry (October 2017)
Theoretical Response Assignment Instructions
Instructions
Grading
- 15 points: theoretical response
- 10 points: online discussion (5 points per response) OR class attendance.