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A unique and hard-hitting book of poetry - i have no idea what to say about it, but here are the poems that knocked me off my feet:
- The Wall Clock Caught Fire From Neglect
- A Romance of the Present
- Leonardo DiCaprio
- Canadian Horror Story
- Red Utopia
- I Believe I Exist

Read for ENGL 374: Post-Colonial Literature with a focus on global HIV/AIDS writing.

Every time I pick up a work by Belcourt, I am prepared for devastation. Despite my internal trigger warning, however, nothing could have prepared me for the sincerity and heartbreaking beauty each poem in this collection contains. As I continue along in my English degree, I find my skills for close reading with precision only continue to sharpen, but Belcourt remains one of the contemporary authors of today that I still feel like I could use a personal analysis of each poem to understand the gravity of each message he attempts to articulate. I was fortunate enough to have Belcourt speak at my class on this collection of poetry and to hear him read a selection of these poems. Yet, this interaction only left me with more appreciation and wonder for this collection than any clarity on what the deeper intentions of each poem were. Perhaps that is for the best. The mystery of poetry is what gives it such emotional intensity, what allows it to move each reader in unique and unpredictable ways.

Just some of my favourites:

“Canadian history — or, how to wage war on an emotion. For a century no one spoke of the extinction of joy.”

“A man I love but don’t trust kisses me the way a soldier might press his face into the soul of his old country”

“Rez dogs roam about without having to perform emotional labour for humans. They eat where they are welcomed, which is everywhere.”

“Revenge is more decolonial than justice.”

“I am no better than he who eats too much of the sunset/ in face all I do is gnaw and gnaw at the sun until my lips are so cracked I can but speak the world wrong.”

“Top me, but ontologically.”

“Remember: on person’s unliveable life is another’s plagiarized guilt.”

I will need to do a reread as my brain can not comprehend poetry, astonishing considering I used to preform poetry. I very much enjoyed it and would recommend it 
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