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Duende: Poems, 1966-Now

hardcoverJanuary 25, 2022
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ISBN-13: 9781644210451 ISBN-10: 1644210452
Publisher
Seven Stories Press
Binding
hardcover
Published
January 25, 2022
Weight
2.4 lbs
Dimensions
24.30×5.20×18.00 cm

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Duende: Poems, 1966-Now by Troupe, Quincy. hardcover edition. ISBN: 9781644210451.

The selected poems from over fifty years by the great poet and biographer and friend of Miles Davis. Quincy Troupe writes poetry in great waves. The words are just notes. Its the music you make with them that matters. Hes not a wordsmith, hes a shaman conjuring long repetitive lines, cadences of looking across the sea towards Africa and haunted by the legacy of slavery and racism, or of remembering fellow conjurers, poets and musical artists, celebrating, always celebrating, but never only that. In the fifty-page, incantatory poem, "Ghost Voices," there is a longing to be reconnected to the past, and a longing too to be free of it. In the short title poem, "Duende: For García Lorca and Miles Davis," there lies, nakedly, Troupes credo: "...secrets, mystery infused in black magic / that enters bodies in forms of music, art/ poetry imbuing language with sovereignty / in blood spooling back through violent centuries..." The version of the great poem "Avalanche (number 3)" that appears here is different from the version of the same poem he published nearly 25 years ago--in exactly the same way that a jazz artist picks up his horn to play the same song a little differently every time. Troupe is a generous and gregarious poet in this giant offering that includes many new poems, as well as a selection chosen from across his eleven previously published volumes. Whats remarkable is the constancy, the energy, and how hes always looking right at you in the here and now, and at the same time sees something over your shoulder that others dont see yet, maybe a distant storm gathering over the waters, something were going to need to rise up and face soon enough.