My take from Indiana (Which really doesn’t have road cones Shaped like Klansman hoods) Is that I see mucho senors in Lowes That could be Aztecs with good health insurance, Or Europeans that got a little rowdy on the reservation But they certainly don’t have the impact anymore, Of that woman in a vein-blue burkha Whose eyes were a black rectangle of redaction, Crossing the parking lot where Sears folded Like an insect seared under magnifying glass. (A Sudanese husband and wife in Wal-mart, tall And angular, like two obsidian spears Floating over linoleum) That leering sink of propaganda called television Is floating the face of a black man Who boiled his testicles for God and country; People fleeing economic deserts Primed by drug wars and corruption, don’t have the special effects To compete for my attention span. What’s wrong with the Catholics returning Through silver southern eye of solitude and squalor. Through copper grocery stores And white skeins of debutante senoritas? Catholics never do well at first Their practices and spiritual bureaucracy Reminds us of the souls socialism, The taxes of grace…
You had me until the last stanza. I don't get what it has to do with the rest of the piece, which was enthralling until then.
Youre right it doesnt have much do do with what I was talking about in the first 3 stanzas, though it does have to do with immigrants...thes lines are all perceptual immigrants that have migrated into my head from others at one time or another and are filtered through my sensibility-given that there has been little to no editing of these pieces, it JUST SO HAPPENS that the final sensibility doesnt really seem to belong there (which is bad because its looking at the overall historical perspective) am I making sense?
Yeah, I see what you're saying now. To me the point of the first three was the perception of these immigrants, so I guess that's why the last stanza lost me.
