The Museum of Unnatural Histories

von Annie Wenstrup

104 Seiten, Taschenbuch

Kurzbeschreibung des Verlags

Archiving stories of dissonance and curating connection inside the imagined museumThis extraordinary debut poetry collection by Dena'ina poet Annie Wenstrup delicately parses personal history in the space of an imagined museum. Outside the museum, Ggugguyni (the Dena'ina Raven) and The Museum Curator collect discarded French fries, earrings, and secrets--or as the curator explains, together they curate moments of cataclysm. Inside the museum, their collection is displayed in installations that depict the imagined Indigenous body. Into this "distance between the learning and the telling," Wenstrup inserts The Curator and her sukdu'a, her own interpretive text. At the heart of the sukdu'a is the desire to find a form that allows the speaker's story to be heard. Through love letters, received forms, and found text, the poems reclaim their right to interpret, reinvent, and even disregard artifacts of their own mythos. Meticulously refined and delicately crafted, they encourage the reader to "decide/who you must become."[Sample Poem]Ggugguyni in the Museum Parking LotI watch her crow. Not as a crow crowsbut as herself. She's not here for the art.She's here for the minivans that devourdiaper bags, car seats, children. She waitsfor the doors to retract and expel fruit, Goldfish, and fries. Free for the taking.She scavenges in lurching, crab-like steps. Like me, she won't appear human here. While her legs bring her from one deliciousscrap to another, I work my own inventory. Once my parents named me Swift Raven--a real Indian Princess name. I flew unblinded, my hair in a blue-black braid down my back. Now, I'm ungainly, more harpy than girl. My mouth, a curvecalling for carrion. I'm not here for the art.I'm here for the mirrors, here to unpairearrings and unclasp foil from gum. My beakready to unbind carapace from quiver. Like Ggugguyni, I'm a scavenger lurching from one disaster to another. See how we curate cataclysms' aftermath. While we work, Ggugguyni tells me a story. Once, my grandfather said, a long time agothere was a raven. He opened a doorand it was day. Then he drew his wing shut. What Ggugguyni didn't say, but what I heard: oncehe closed the door and it was night. TodayI'm telling you this story instead: my mouthis a comma, my mouth is exclamation, my mouth is my body holding open the door.Witness my body create day. See how the lightappraises my collection. See how the sunlight exposes how shadow bleached everything white.

• Themen: Biographie, Literatur und Literaturwissenschaft Lyrik, Poesie
• ISBN: 9780819501820
• Sprache: Englisch
• Erscheinungsdatum: 25.03.2025
• Größe: 253 x 178 mm
• Verlag: Wesleyan University Press