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If I Gather Here and Shout
If I Gather Here and Shout
If I Gather Here and Shout
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If I Gather Here and Shout

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A deft, musical debut poetry collection about the disabling effects of illness, rupture, and inheritance—informed both by Yoruba divinatory systems and violent Western medical understandings of the Black body. 

If I Gather Here and Shout summons Yoruba divinatory rituals into a hospital room. Incantatory verses accumulate alongside personal and historical “figures” of illness and death to illuminate the tensions between legibility and meaning-making that emerge when an ill Black body is processed through a Western medical context. With intimate knowledge of how ancestral memory aches and sings in the body, Funto Omojola invokes a lamenting chorus in the ceremony of survival.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 26, 2024
ISBN9781643622491
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    If I Gather Here and Shout - Funto Omojola

    Ceremony

    pa sad today

    pa before pa been sad. today,

    pa is a tailor: stitch whole

    village. pa scrape

    inside of pa’s pa’s mouth, found whole

    village blood underneath white coat tongue

    stone down pa’s pa’s throat. nothing

    gets put back where it belongs

    Fig.

    for a while, it’s only me: i put on mourning jacket wherever i can fit it, peel skin, shave, meet the girl of my dreams. but then this psychic tells me my twin daughters are gonna love me really love me be obsessed with me.

    and so, in the midst of decorating womb the elder uncoils unvessels i prepare the entirety of the oh she glows cookbook and we both sugar our lips.

    maybe wọ́n ń ṣe oògùn, but it only takes a handful of guests to tap on something

    swelling before you realize raw can’t go through you the same way anymore.

    what a silly thing it is to not really be able to shit!

    by the time they found my mother, she had rolled under the bed. they found my mother rolled, under the bed screaming, my child!

    pa’s pa lives on palm-shaped portion of land on compound they built for themselves

    at morning they dry maize in center of palm, at night they thread blouses on edge of palm

    Fig.

    what is this tumbling place where only i am center unmoving? what is this tumbling stage around me and around me where there are jesters and sticks curved toward my chest? in a different time time we are gathered in perfectly-shapen basins in a different time time a worm croaks around us and around us and we are preoccupied with where the croak will land not with its projection or mouth.

    in a different time time someone is shouting about a fissured egg and men who fissured egg and egg sac. what is this sirening place where i am edges cascading? croak us your mouth quickly not soft. in 1943 grandpa ado rode his motorcycle to èkìtì and broke his arms on his way back. the people at st. gregory on basiri street covered him in plaster of paris and he spent january with arms outstretched like jesus.

    pa’s pa’s palm is big enough for ceremony

    pa’s pa teaches pa how to do ceremony in center of palm

    center

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