Anger Management

SHERMAN ALEXIE QUOTE from his young adult book The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, banned in some schools. I see your point now, got it. The principle behind the craft reminds me of David Mura's (how apt his name) powerful and incredibly angry poem from the nineties entitled "Song for Uncle Tom, Tonto and Mr. Moto" where he trashes American racism and colonialism, subjects I've never tackled as far as I know. Nothing seems to have changed much in America since then, the situation made worse by a moron of a president who has no care and interest in people other than his kind. But gooks are here now, massa, growing in number by the minute like Gremlins in a cesspool. We tearee down your door!

 

from "Song for Uncle Tom, Tonto and Mr. Moto"

I am the dance the drum the sneaky inscrutable body ...

of a Jap who knows at last my brothers 

are creatures of adobe and Sand Creek and those who bowed massa

yes, sir, all the good niggers and the mute buffalo herds 

all the torrential unconsecrated nauseating flood, each

singing the old imperial clichés — whip marks and sweat, harvest, bone and blood ...

and yes I’m raving, asphyxiated and incurable and now proclaiming...

and here in my uterine mind something is cleaving, beating, growling ... 

and it is rising in Soweto, in Wounded Knee 

in Savannah and savannah, in the Indonesian junk shops 

and the smell of the hanged man or the shoyu-stained tables of hana 

in the Andes and terrifying inner storms of the Caribbean 

sordid, visionary alleys of São Paulo, the alchemical, Amazonian jungles 

and we are all good niggers, good gooks and japs ... 

obsequious, ubiquitous ugliness, which stares at you baboonlike, banana-like 

dwarf-like, tortoise-like, dirt-like, slant-eyed, kink-haired, ashen and pansied ...

we are whirling about you, tartars of the air, 

all the urinating, tarantula-grasping, ant-multiplying, succubused hothouse hordes

yes, it us, it us, we, we knockee, yes, sir, massa, boss-san, 

we tearee down your door!