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Thomas Sayers Ellis.<\/p><\/div>\n

Most of the poems stuck in my head are rap songs. Rap is the music I grew up listening to, and the lyrics from those days, the late eighties and early nineties, have stayed with me. I\u2019ve forgotten most of the poems I had to memorize at school; of Keats\u2019s \u201cTo Autumn,\u201d I remember only the famous lines. On the other hand, Big Daddy Kane\u2019s \u201cSmooth Operator,\u201d Rakim\u2019s \u201cMahogany,\u201d or Nas\u2019s \u201cN.Y. State of Mind\u201d\u2014these are poems I know by heart, from beginning to end, and will probably never forget.<\/p>\n

Some people don\u2019t believe raps are poems. They have a point. On the page, arranged into lines and stanzas, raps lose most of their appeal. I\u2019m grateful to Bradley and DuBois\u2019s enormous Anthology of Rap<\/em><\/a>, if only because <\/em>I now know what Raekwon is saying on \u201cTriumph\u201d (which doesn\u2019t mean I understand it: \u201cThe swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula \/ Track truck diesel, play the weed, god, substantiala.\u201d Can I get a footnote?). But when raps are spelled out like this they lose their fluidity, their life in three dimensions. Rap is not monotonous, though it is almost always composed in couplets and four-four lines. But the good songs always surprise you, leave you wrong-footed, put the emphasis or rhyme where you don\u2019t expect it.<\/p>\n

There is no doubt that Thomas Sayers Ellis\u2019s \u201cOr,\u201d is a poem, but it is one of the few that feels to me like a rap\u2014an especially good one. This is because of the way it establishes a pattern and then continually breaks away from it. The poem is based on the repetition of or<\/em>, but as we read through it, what seemed like a formal constraint becomes a principle of transformation, a hinge that keeps flexing. The poem begins, as I read it, by riffing on the either\/or logic of identity questionnaires (\u201cYou could get with this, or you could get with that,\u201d as Black Sheep once put it, in a different context). But it quickly ramifies into geography, history, poetics. Read it out loud a few times and you might find you already have it memorized: <\/p>\n

\n

Or Oreo, or
\nworse. Or ordinary.
\nOr your choice
\nof category<\/p>\n

          or
\n          Color<\/p>\n

or any color
\nother than Colored
\nor Colored Only.
\nOr \u201cOf Color\u201d<\/p>\n

          or
\n          Other<\/p>\n

or theory or discourse
\nor oral territory.
\nOregon or Georgia
\nor Florida Zora<\/p>\n

          or
\n          Opportunity<\/p>\n

or born poor
\nor Corporate. Or Moor.
\nOr a Noir Orpheus
\nor Senghor<\/p>\n

          or
\n          Diaspora<\/p>\n

or a horrendous
\nand tore-up journey.
\nOr performance. Or allegory\u2019s armor
\nof ignorant comfort.<\/p>\n

          or
\n          Worship<\/p>\n

or reform or a sore chorus.
\nOr Electoral Corruption
\nor important ports
\nof Yoruba or worry<\/p>\n

          or
\n          Neighbor<\/p>\n

or fear of…
\nof terror or border.
\nOr all organized
\nminorities.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u201cOr,\u201d first appeared in the October 2006 issue of Poetry<\/em> magazine.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Most of the poems stuck in my head are rap songs. Rap is the music I grew up listening to, and the lyrics from those days, the late eighties and early nineties, have stayed with me. 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