The Galleons: Poems
By Rick Barot
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Longlisted for the National Book Award for Poetry
Finalist for the Pacific Northwest Book Award
A New York Public Library Best Book of 2020
For almost twenty years, Rick Barot has been writing some of the most stunningly crafted lyric poems in America, paying careful, Rilkean attention to the layered world that surrounds us. In The Galleons, he widens his scope, contextualizing the immigrant journey of his Filipino-American family in the larger history and aftermath of colonialism.
These poems are engaged in the work of recovery, making visible what is often intentionally erased: the movement of domestic workers on a weekday morning in Brooklyn; a veteran of the war in Afghanistan, fondly sharing photos of his dog; the departure and destination points of dozens of galleons between 1564 and 1815, these ships evoking both the vast movements of history and the individual journeys of those borne along by their tides. “Her story is a part of something larger, it is a part / of history,” Barot writes of his grandmother. “No, her story is an illumination // of history, a matchstick lit in the black seam of time.”
With nods toward Barot’s poetic predecessors—from Frank O’Hara to John Donne—The Galleons represents an exciting extension and expansion of this virtuosic poet’s work, marrying “reckless” ambition and crafted “composure,” in which we repeatedly find the speaker standing and breathing before the world, “incredible and true.”
Rick Barot
Rick Barot was born in the Philippines and grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area. He has published three previous volumes of poetry: The Darker Fall; Want; which was a finalist for the Lambda Literary Award and won the 2009 GrubStreet Book Prize; and Chord. Chord received the UNT Rilke Prize, the PEN Open Book Award, and the Publishing Triangle’s Thom Gunn Award. It was also a finalist for the Los Angeles Times Book Prize. His work has appeared in numerous publications, including Poetry, the New Republic, Tin House, the Kenyon Review, and the New Yorker. He has received fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Artist Trust of Washington, the John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation, and Stanford University. He is the poetry editor for the New England Review. He lives in Tacoma, Washington, and directs The Rainier Writing Workshop, the low-residency MFA program in creative writing at Pacific Lutheran University.
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The Galleons - Rick Barot
THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE CRICKET
The poetry of earth is a ninety-year-old woman
in front of a slot machine in a casino in California.
She is wearing a gray dress, her sharp red lipstick
in two lines across her mouth, put there
by her daughter. Like Gertrude Stein’s, her hair
is cut close. Nearby is her wheelchair, painted blue
like a boy’s bicycle. It is a weekday in March,
the casino is the size of a hangar that could house
a dozen planes, but it is thousands of machines
that fill the eye, an event of light and color.
The sentences she speaks now are like the sentences
of Gertrude Stein, without the ironies of art.
Her mind is like a compressed accordion, the far
points now near, more present than the present.
Waiting, I am at the food court, reading a magazine
article about the languages the world is losing.
The languages spoken only by a few remaining
people. Or by one remaining person. Or lost
totally, except for the grainy recordings in archives,
mysterious as the sounds made by extinct birds.
The reels on her machine spin, their symbols
never matching. She is playing the one-cent slots,
and her money will go far into the afternoon.
And because waiting is thinking, I am thinking
of the eternity Keats writes about in the sonnet
about the grasshopper and the cricket, ceasing never
in the hedges and meadows, in the evening stove:
the grasshopper of summer, the cricket of winter.
THE GALLEONS 1
Her story is a part of something larger, it is a part
of history. No, her story is an illumination
of history, a matchstick lit in the black seam of time.
Or, no, her story is separate
from the whole, as distinct as each person is distinct
from the stream of people that led
to the one and leads past the one. Or, her story
is surrounded by history, the ambient spaciousness
of which she is the momentary foreground.
Maybe history is a net through which
just about everything passes, and the pieces of her
story are particles caught in the interstices.
Or, her story is a contradiction, something ordinary
that has no part in history at all, if history is
about what is included, what is made important.
History is the galleon in the middle
of the Pacific Ocean, in the middle of the sixteenth
century, swaying like a drunk who will take
six months to finally reach his house.
She is on another ship, centuries later, on a journey
eastward that will take weeks across the same ocean.
The war is over, though her husband
is still in his officer’s uniform, small but confident
among the tall white officers. Her hair
is marcelled like a movie star’s waves,
though she has been too sick with the water’s motion
to know that anyone sees her. Her daughter is two,
the blur of need at