… because she sounds great.
I really liked this (somewhat long) piece on Natasha Pletheway. I haven’t read anything by her, but it looks like now I need to!
Like this, for example – great writing:
Truth be told, I do not want to forget
anything of my former life: the landscape’s
song of bondage – dirge in the river’s throat
where it churns into the Gulf, wind in trees
choked with vines. I thought to carry with me
want of freedom though I had been freed,
remembrance not constant recollection.
Yes: I was born a slave, at harvest time,
in the Parish of Ascension; I’ve reached
thirty-three with history of one younger
inscribed upon my back. I now use ink
to keep record, a closed book, not the lure
of memory – flawed, changeful – that dulls the lash
for the master, sharpens it for the slave.