Deaf republic poems
Deaf Republic opens in an occupied country in a time of political unrest. When soldiers breaking up a protest kill a deaf boy, Petya, the gunshot becomes the last thing the citizens hear--they all have gone deaf, and their dissent becomes coordinated by sign language. The story follows the private l...
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Minneapolis, Minnesota :
Graywolf Press,
[2019]
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Table of Contents:
- We lived happily during the war
- Dramatis personae
- Act one : The townspeople tell the story of Sonya and Alfonso : Gunshot
- As soldiers march, Alfonso covers the boy's face with a newspaper
- Alfonso, in snow
- Deafness, an insurgency, begins
- Alfonso stands answerable
- That map of bone and opened valves
- The townspeople circle the boy's body
- Of weddings before the war
- Still newlyweds
- Soldiers aim at us
- Checkpoints
- Before the war, we made a child
- As soldiers choke the stairwell
- 4 a.m. bombardment
- Arrival
- Lullaby
- Question
- While the child sleeps, Sonya undresses
- A Cigarette
- A dog sniffs
- What we cannot hear
- Central Square
- A widower
- For his wife
- I, this body
- Her dresses
- Elegy
- Above blue tin roofs, deafness
- A city like a guillotine shivers on its way to the neck
- In the bright sleeve of the sky
- To live
- The townspeople watch them take Alfonso
- Away
- Eulogy
- Question
- Such is the story made of stubbornness and a little air
- Act two : The townspeople tell the story of Momma Galya : Townspeople speak of Galya on her green bicycle
- When Momma Galya first protested
- A bundle of laundry
- What are days
- Galya whispers, as Anushka nuzzles
- Galya's puppeteers
- In Bombardment, Galya
- The little bundles
- Galya's toast
- Theater nights
- And while puppeteers are arrested
- Soldiers don't like looking foolish
- Search patrols
- Lullaby
- Firing squad
- Question
- Yet, I am
- The trial
- Pursued by the men of Vasenka
- Anonymous
- And yet, on some nights
- In a time of peace.
