{"product_id":"tertulia-isbn-9780143135340","title":"Tertulia","description":"\u003cb\u003eA fluid, expansive new collection from a poet whose work \"dazzles with [an] energetic exploration of the Puerto Rican experience in the new millennium\" (NBC News)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePuerto Rican poet Vincent Toro's new collection takes the Latin American idea of an artistic social gathering (the \"tertulia\") and revises it for the Latinx context in the United States. In verses dense with juxtaposition, the collection examines immigration, economics, colonialism and race via the sublime imagery of music, visual art, and history. Toro draws from his own social justice work in various U.S. cities to create a kaleidoscopic vision of the connections between the personal and the political, the local and the global, in a book that both celebrates and questions the complexities of the human condition.\u003cu\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eTertulia\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Toro’s poetry is exuberant and often comic, celebrating Latinx identity and culture in America even as it flags injustice and inequality at every turn.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Toro’s book successfully captures [the \u003ci\u003etertulia\u003c\/i\u003e] spirit; it arrives with different shades and sections, unified by his risks (and successes) with poetic language . . . [E]xtreme focus and concision creates new visions . . . Awareness and vulnerability in this collection are complemented by empathy.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Millions\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[Toro’s] is a poetry of experimentation, musicality and political denouncement, a kaleidoscopic world full of powerful ideas that reveal one of the most exciting and inventive Latinx poets writing today.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eMorning Star \u003c\/i\u003e(London)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Icepick-perceptive . . . A rich, ambitious, and inventive observation of Latinx life in America.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eLibrary Journal \u003c\/i\u003e(starred)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Delightfully erudite . . . Whether dissecting notions of privilege or interpreting American horror movies as thinly veiled anti-Latinx propaganda, Toro wields language like a new technology, and his lyrics burst with earthy energy . . . [he is] a poetic phenom.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The rhythmic latest from Toro is steeped in spoken word beats as it addresses such contemporary issues as immigration, gun violence, and income inequality . . . this is an energetic effort by a supremely original voice.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “As proposed by James Baldwin in 'The Creative Process,' Vincent Toro has taken up the artist’s mantle to expose \u0026amp; mirror society’s true conditions (\u0026amp; 'faces') to itself for the sake of liberation. You must bring your whole self to the reading of his work that explores the gamut of human error, evil, striving \u0026amp; triumph, while probing how complex, revelatory \u0026amp; potent language can be. These poems demand revolution in our ways of thinking, framing, creating \u0026amp; being. These poems don’t flinch or let you catch your breath, yet are clearly driven by a tenacious love \u0026amp; radical hope. Formally inventive, these urgent poems valiantly 'comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.'” \u003cb\u003e—Kamilah Aisha Moon, author of \u003ci\u003eStarshine \u0026amp; Clay\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eTertulia\u003c\/i\u003e is explosive; it detonates on all levels: tradition, comic, formalistic, political, and diaspora. There are not enough poetics in the world to define or categorize Toro’s work. You might flinch when you read these poems, so arm yourself.”\u003cb\u003e —Willie Perdomo, author of \u003ci\u003eThe Crazy Bunch\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eTertulia\u003c\/i\u003e struts around the edge of American civilization and the slant truth of history in poems saturated by an uninhibited discourse that engages the sublime and the low. His ekphrasis is cinematic, his lines symphonic. Toro makes testimonios stricken from public record known with his signature electromagnetic hand jive. This book excited and delights and provokes. Tertulia like it’s 1999!” \u003cb\u003e—Carmen Gimenez Smith, author of \u003ci\u003eMilk and Filth \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eBe Recorder\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for Vincent Toro:\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Toro’s poetry seeks to explore and embody the realities of hybrid identities resulting from these intersections . . . Stuck in a limbo between cultures, Toro pulls from both to create his own; Spanish and English brush against one another with no final assimilation.” \u003cb\u003e—Scout Poetry\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sugar-slicked, tightly controlled lyric shifts and clever formal constraints allow Toro to confront the difficulty of truth-telling without self-exoticization. Yet he remains able to find those truths: erasures of his own poems become fragmented stutters, then silence. These tonally dense, structurally varied poems often adapt Puerto Rican lyric and musical forms; this nuanced engagement with generational distortions of Taino heritage is also evoked in the blending of mythology with experience . . . Toro's evocative portrayal of intergenerational migrant realities reveals what it's like to be 'neither boundary \/ nor center \/ neither master nor serf.'”\u003cb\u003e —\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eVincent Toro's debut poetry collection, STEREO.ISLAND.MOSAIC., was awarded the Poetry Society of America's Norma Farber First Book Award and the Sawtooth Poetry Prize. He is also a Poet's House Emerging Poets Fellow, a New York Foundation for the Arts Fellow in Poetry, and winner of The Caribbean Writer's Cecile De Jongh Poetry Prize and Repertorio Español's Nuestras Voces Playwriting Award. Vincent is a professor at Bronx Community College, is poet in the schools for Dreamyard and the Dodge Poetry Foundation, is writing liaison for The Cooper Union's Saturday Program, and is a contributing editor at \u003ci\u003eKweli Literary Journal\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eOn Battling (Baltimore Strut)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGray cased in gray, shaken\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            and truncated like timber,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            the bleat rouses all provinces,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ecalling each seed to surface\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eand insist on a redress. This trumpet\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            of grief and homespun placards\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            is met with gunmetal treads\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ebruising the fruit stands, mustard\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003egas suffocating the night's\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            coruscation. As elbows\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            lock before storefronts\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eto shelter shop windows\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003efrom the wallop of pitiless\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            Kevlar, as flares browbeat\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            boulevards and arsenals\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eare dispatched across the wet\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003egravel, a single shirtless\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            seraph unfurls himself\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            upon the tarmac. Flexing\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003efaux leather, he gyrates, feather-\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eglides, thunderclaps, then jukes\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            toward the 16,000-pound\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            armored personnel carrier.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe bullying smog flinches\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eat his voltaic gait, as he peacocks\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            into the boomerang hour,\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            cranes his neck and shrieks \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eto remind the intruder your tanks\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eare no match for my toprock.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eDays of Being Wild (dir. Wong Kar-Wai, 1990)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            (Dissolve)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAt the funeral of his birth the seamstresses sing matte-muted adagio\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eof rouge and torn hems. Oleaginous in both mane and vow. Bronze\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eking of ennui. She drifts across oxidized hallways. Her dress, the slug\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eline. Blue filtered lights and non-filtered cigarettes imbibe them.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCUT TO:          Closing credits. Exit. Pressed\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            suit preens for role\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            as auteur's unsung enigma.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOne mistakes soliloquy for an affair. The other lives as an atoll, divot-\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eheaded and bleak-lacquered. Boast-throated, he follows her like\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ea tracking shot that took the crew three weeks to stage. With days\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003edrenched in despondent night, they mutiny through stasis, resist\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCUT TO:          Again, that infernal clock.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            Train car hemorrhaging, roof\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            top scaled. An ellipsis.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe throttling of the hours toward shopping carts glutted with ailment.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThese railways run parallel but incongruent; one stretches toward\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003elonging, the other hunts for omission. They sleep in the wind of radio\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003estatic. She sways for the unthreaded fishhook. He is a desert gawking\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCUT TO:          Suitcase. Flower print dress.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            Unrequited knock at brass\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            gates. Clock, grief-stricken.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ein Dutch tilt at the inebriated street that spurned him. Reviled Coke\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ebottles. Bedroom slippers under the vanity caught in soft focus. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCastigated like a dipsomaniacal gumshoe by the blunted edge\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eof minutes. Triangulated cravings asphyxiate them. Each tantalizes\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCUT TO:          Pearl earring gifted to\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            the second thief once\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            reclaimed from the first.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe other through taciturn tides of withholding. Hell-bent on boring\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe sea. But this mise-en-scne does not belong to them. This\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eis the viewer's Malebolge, a whorl of truancy spliced from B-rolls\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eof rambunctious prodigals who refuse to catch what they chase.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCUT TO:          Clock. Stairwell in need\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            of serenading. Threat posing\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            as flirtation. Opening credits.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            (Fade in)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eDisco Ballistics\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003efriday nights we prep for hot\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eskirmishes. take three to five\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ebusiness days to primp and pick out\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eduds. shave. apply makeup. contact\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eall accomplices. hail our platoon.          \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethen a cab. breach the checkpoint\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            with a wink. order a round of shots\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            during tactical strike assemblies. stake\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            out our first kill of the evening. flanked\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            by chaise lounges and black lights.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            the beat drops in syncopation\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            with our first village\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eraid. clink our cosmos like mac clips.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003echuck disco ball grenades into middle\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eschools. flirt bump and grind. spawn\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003emushroom clouds in unisex bathroom\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003estalls. flick cigarettes sucked\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eto the filter onto the casualties\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            we create. the styles we pilfer. smack\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            lips in the mirror. launch glitter drone\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            assassinations. snipe the bartender's\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            digits. swipe high-security specs\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            detailing an after-party in Kabul. drop\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            big tips like food rations into Yemen.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ebarrage insurgents with shock and awe\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eof strobe lights and unsanctioned\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003egropes. engage in a war of attrition\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewith the dj. execute a fashion victory\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003emarch through the city square. retreat\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eto a downtown studio loft bunker. order\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            a stop-loss for champagne brunch\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            in the meatpacking district. debrief\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            platoon on the briefs graves pearls\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            buried and plundered. court-martial\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            the sun for insubordinate conduct\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e            during the ceremonial walk of shame.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eCicatristes (Demo Version)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewho tucked you in                who tucked\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eyou                  brought you to the park\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewho tucked you brought you\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003elemonheads      baseball cards\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003emarbles            who tucked you\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003etouched you     brought you\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ethe dark you feared       who touched you\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ewhen he tucked you              told you\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eit was supposed            to make you\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003esmile                but you did 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