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Natalie Diaz

When My Brother Was an Aztec

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«I write hungry sentences," Natalie Diaz once explained in an interview, “because they want more and more lyricism and imagery to satisfy them.” This debut collection is a fast-paced tour of Mojave life and family narrative: A sister fights for or against a brother on meth, and everyone from Antigone, Houdini, Huitzilopochtli, and Jesus is invoked and invited to hash it out. These darkly humorous poems illuminate far corners of the heart, revealing teeth, tails, and more than a few dreams.
I watched a lion eat a man like a piece of fruit, peel tendons from fascialike pith from rind, then lick the sweet meat from its hard core of bones.The man had earned this feast and his own deliciousness by ringing a stickagainst the lion's cage, calling out Here, Kitty Kitty, Meow!
With one swipe of a paw much like a catcher's mitt with fangs, the lionpulled the man into the cage, rattling his skeleton against the metal bars.
The lion didn't want to do it—He didn't want to eat the man like a piece of fruit and he told the crowdthis: I only wanted some goddamn sleep . . .
Natalie Diaz was born and raised on the Fort Mojave Indian Reservation in Needles, California. After playing professional basketball for four years in Europe and Asia, Diaz returned to the states to complete her MFA at Old Dominion University. She lives in Surprise, Arizona, and is working to preserve the Mojave language.
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70 páginas impresas
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2012

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    I admit that, at times, I got lost between metaphors, but this is a collection of poems that leaves an impression on you. ironic, painful, shocking, are some words that I would use to describe it. highly recommended.

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    All this before we knew that some wounds can’t heal
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    He doesn’t sit in chairs anymore and is always on his feet,

    hovering by the window, peeking out the door, Because,

    he explains, everyone is the enemy, even you, even me.
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    The Beauty of a Busted Fruit

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