Marcia Douglas, Electricity Comes to Cocoa Bottom.
June Owens, The Caribbean Writer, Vol. 14
Electricity Comes to Cocoa Bottom, a Poetry Book Society recommendation, begins in a disarmingly straightforward way: 'Then all the children of Cocoa Bottom / went to see Mr. Samuelís electric lights,' and Marcia Douglasís title poem proceeds to ignite this gathering of twenty-eight pieces.
Whether writing of one-footed Myrtle, displaced, homesick men aboard the Ascania, a Rwandan woman gone mad who 'had eaten / the hearts / of dead children / to stay / alive,' of how distance can destroy memory but prayer raises 'the wilted cassia;' whether writing about remembering oneís birth-moment and how a motherís groans become a babyís first scream, about a sleeping old woman on a plane who wakes up frightened and speaking in tongues, or of Madda Winnie clothing herself in trash bags, Douglas herself writes 'in tongues,' from a mix of power, empathy, poetic imagery, and grace.
Blue light slants through the blinds
and makes horizontal marks like notepaper on the wall.
I fill in the lines:
Oh shali waa
shali mahi wa.
Douglas knows the value of judicious restatement, using it more as drumhead echo than drumbeat repetition. [...]
Some writers leave their creative handprints in dark caves where only later happenstance may, perhaps, discover them. Some writers stamp their entire selves upon the language, upon a culture, upon literature and upon our consciousness in so intimate, singular, well-illumined and indelible a manner that there can be no mistaking their poems and prose for those of another. Such a writer is Marcia Douglas.
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Electricity Comes To Cocoa Bottom
by Marcia Douglas