Reservation Mathematics by Sherman Alexie
Mixed-up and mixed blood
I sometimes hate
the white in me
when I see their cruelty
and I sometimes hate
the Indian in me
when I see their weakness
I sometimes hate
the white in me
when I see their cruelty
and I sometimes hate
the Indian in me
when I see their weakness
that the reservation is more
than pain?
It’s double happiness, too
when I watch the fancydancers
or
the basketball players
or
the comic book collectors
all dreaming
than pain?
It’s double happiness, too
when I watch the fancydancers
or
the basketball players
or
the comic book collectors
all dreaming
of a life larger than this one, constructed by walls everywhere. It doesn’t matter if it’s a square, rectangle, or triangle, they all mean the same thing. They’re all the direct opposite of a circle. It doesn’t matter if it’s a triangle, rectangle or square. They’re all the direct opposite of a circle. I’ve been dreaming of a life
with a new shape, somewhere
in the in-between
between tipi and HUD house
between magic and loss.
I’m always dreaming
of a life between
the 3/16 that names me white
and the 13/16
that names me Indian.
That’s what has happened to us.
Indians have learned
in the in-between
between tipi and HUD house
between magic and loss.
I’m always dreaming
of a life between
the 3/16 that names me white
and the 13/16
that names me Indian.
That’s what has happened to us.
Indians have learned
to love by measuring cup. I can count up all my cousins. I can count every can of commodities in the cupboard. I can count every piece of broken glass on my reservation and I still wouldn’t have enough of anything, neither answers nor love. But I can stand up in front of you and recite formulas, my voice will tremble and my hands will shake. I can stand up, like Lucille said, through your destruction. I can stand up, like Lucille said, through my destruction. I can stand up, like Lucille said, through our destruction, through
every little war, every
little hurricane.
I’ll take my Indian thumb
and my white fingers
on my strong right hand
and I’ll take my white thumb
and my Indian fingers
on my clumsy left hand
and I’ll make fists,
furious.
little hurricane.
I’ll take my Indian thumb
and my white fingers
on my strong right hand
and I’ll take my white thumb
and my Indian fingers
on my clumsy left hand
and I’ll make fists,
furious.
"Reservation Mathematics" by Sherman Alexie also is found in Numbers and Faces -- a small anthology of poetry-with-mathematical-imagery that's available here. Also of mathematical interest, this clever Fibonacci poem, "Requiem for a Pay Phone," by Alexie.
Thanks for this one, and the collection. Great!
ReplyDeleteThanks, John, for dropping by!
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