A stunning sophomore release, Linda Susan Jackson's newest poetry collection, Truth be Told , looks at the myriad treasures and complexities of Black womanhood by channeling an eclectic cast whose rich interactions testify to the timeless neglect of girlhood, the bond of long-term friendship and the responsibilities of authorship. Here Pecola Breedlove, the protagonist from The Bluest Eye , addresses herself directly to Toni Morrison and connects, over time and space, with Persephone, a girl herself, cycling always toward ...
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A stunning sophomore release, Linda Susan Jackson's newest poetry collection, Truth be Told , looks at the myriad treasures and complexities of Black womanhood by channeling an eclectic cast whose rich interactions testify to the timeless neglect of girlhood, the bond of long-term friendship and the responsibilities of authorship. Here Pecola Breedlove, the protagonist from The Bluest Eye , addresses herself directly to Toni Morrison and connects, over time and space, with Persephone, a girl herself, cycling always toward the seasons, caught between an overbearing mother, an incomprehensible father and a grooming god; Lot's wife sets the record straight about turning back; and our speaker writes to and through her lineage, memorializing her great-grandmother's distilled wisdom and others who have impacted her, such as when she writes to the great blues singer, Etta James. In a meticulous inventory of our world and its historical inheritance, Jackson makes an undaunted cartographer, mapping "here: rag-wicked IED" to "there: t-shaped IUD," from "here: the mother I longed for" to " there: the mother I had." If Jackson recognizes the distance between our ideals and our reality as a kind of tragedy, she also resists despair, enjoining us to close the gap with hope for the future and to: "Step here: light the fire/ Step there: fire the cannon." Every poem is a spark struck, a cannonade hailing the resilient and enigmatic joy of language. "After decades with no history," Jackson sagely celebrates, "That I sing at all is a mystery." A mystery, yes, but moreover -- a blessing for those of us enthralled by her song of love.
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