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February 23, 2024

 

from “Hotbed 66”

in Love Child’s Hotbed of Occasional Poetry: Poems & Artifacts

by Nikky Finney

 

“Hotbed:  An area of decaying organic matter, heated earth, a soil environment, enclosed in glass, fermenting, used for the germination of seeds, favoring rapid growth.”—Nikky Finney

 

Nikky Finney’s publisher writes: “Love Child’s Hotbed of Occasional Poetry is a twenty-first-century paean to the sterling love songs humming throughout four hundred years of black American life. National Book Award winner Nikky Finney’s fifth collection contains lighthouse poems, narrative hotbeds, and treasured artifacts—copper coins struck from a new matrix for poetry, one that testifies from the witness stand and punctuates the occasional lyric within a new language of ‘docu-poetry.’”

 

Finney describes the contents of her collection as “minglements.”

 

Our Paragraph of the Week is “Hotbed 66,”  a tribute to the woman who spotted the Mother Emanuel Church murderer and alerted police and an indictment of a society that allows such racially motivated gun tragedies happen.

The Paragraph of the Week

 

They tell me that she spent her days staring at the eyes of peonies, the fragile skin of day lilies, the open mouths of daffodils, the waxy and waning winks and pinks of peace lilies. I'm telling you this woman knew flowers. They say she was driving to work when she saw him, or did they say she was delivering a bouquet of fresh cut flowers to someone on their birthday, or had just come from the door of some sweet couple's fiftieth anniversary? I can't remember all of that right now. All I can think about is what she must have known about flowers before this moment began. I know she was a woman out on the road driving and paying very close attention to the world around her. She was also a woman who did not look away when she saw his soup-bowl haircut pass by one lane over. Was his upside-down empty vase of a neck the giveaway? In the car that was not going too fast and not going too slow. In the car that had a backseat. Was the backseat where he put the gun that he had just used to kill the nine praying sunflowers of Mother Emanuel? Or was the gun there in the front seat with him? By then, back in Charleston the nine passion flowers were slumped on the basement floor inside the church. The nine calla lilies had been snapped in two. She saw his funny haircut and quickly recognized him as the one who had just taken the lives of the nine human beings, in mid and full bloom, who had welcomed him, called him son, invited him to sit and be with them in the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost. Twelve fragrant gardenias had welcomed him to their circle and the flower lady was the one who recognized the long flowerless vase of his neck and made the call. What did she say on that phone? Hello. I'm calling to report a sighting. That young man you are looking for... who shot up that church... he's here on the highway with me... a black Hyundai. I know it's him, he's covered in pollen.

 

–Nikky Finney

Commentary

 

Throughout the poems and hotbeds of prose that make up Love Child’s Hotbed of Occasional Poetry, Nikky Finney uses the language of a master of ceremonies to guide her readers. In “Hotbed 66” the MC introduces us to the woman who turned in the Mother Emanuel Church murderer and directs our attention to center stage. “I'm telling you this woman knew flowers.” The rest of the paragraph is pure hotbed: words planted in “decaying organic matter, heated earth, a soil environment, enclosed in glass, fermenting, used for the germination of seeds, favoring rapid growth.” I am deep in the sultry box of all the poetry that prose can muster as “waxy” evolves in a sequence of shifting vowels and consonants to become “lilies”: “waxy and waning winks and pinks of peace lilies.” I see it in the “upside-down empty vase” of the killer’s neck as he drives with apparent calm past the “flower lady.” Words from the hotbed stir me when I try to see the “gun that he had just used to kill the nine praying sunflowers of Mother Emanuel?” And because images bowed heavy on hotbed stems are unforgettable, how can I unsee “back in Charleston the nine passion flowers...slumped on the basement floor inside the church?” How do I unhear “the nine calla lilies...snapped in two.”  How do I unknow the lost “lives of the nine human beings, in mid and full bloom, who had welcomed him, called him son, invited him to sit and be with them in the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost.” How do I get the stench of gardenias out of my nose. And what, by God, do I do with all this pollen?

 

—THE

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