Yusef Komunyakaa

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Yusef Komunyakaa A poet of war, struggle, and remembrance…

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Yusef Komunyakaa. A poet of war, struggle, and remembrance…. Intro. Inspired by events in his life Odes and Narratives while sending a message Of war, poems are of disappointment One of the greatly lauded poets of autographical detail. Early Life. - PowerPoint PPT Presentation

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Yusef KomunyakaaA poet of war, struggle, and remembrance…

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Intro• Inspired by events in his life• Odes and Narratives while sending a message• Of war, poems are of disappointment• One of the greatly lauded poets of autographical

detail

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Early Life• Born April 29, 1947, in Bogalusa, Louisiana• Originally James Willie Brown Jr.• Raised during the beginning of the Civil Rights

movement• Father was abusive• Musical influence

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Military Life• In 1965, after he graduated from Bogalusa’s

Central High School, he enlisted in the US Army for a tour of duty in Vietnam

• Started writing in the military• Managing editor of the Southern Cross military

newspaper.• Earned a Bronze Star

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After Vietnam• Started writing poetry in 1973• In1977, his first book of poems was published• In 1988, he published Dien Cai Dau• To this day, he has published many other books of

poems • He is viewed as one of the best writers about the

Vietnam War.• He has received many awards

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A Greenness Taller Than GodsWhen we stop,a green snake starts again through deep branches.Spiders mend webs we marched

into.Monkeys jabber in flame trees, dancing on the limbs to make fire-colored petals fall. Torch birdsburn through the dark-green day.the lieutenant puts on sunglasses& points to an X circled on his map. When will we learnto move like trees move?The point man raises his hand

Wait!We’ve just crossed paths with VC,branches left quivering.The lieutenant’s right hand says

what to do.We walk into a clearing that blinds.We move like a platoon of

silhouettesbalancing sledge hammers on our

heads,unaware our shadows have unitedfrom us, wandered off& gotten lost.

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Style: Structure

First Person POV One Stanza

Flowing Passages Punctuating Passages

Repetition

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Style: Content/Themes

Wrote of Jazz, Basketball, and War

Themes cherished the beauty in positive aspects,Criticism in negative topics.

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Style: Tone and MoodTone is calm yet powerful; hides true theme in

words

Mood is seen in a different light

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Style: Literary DevisesAllusion

Symbolism Personification

Irony

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Literary Criticism

• “dreamy intellectual”-New York Times

• “Wordsworthian, worldly philosophic”- Bruce Weber

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Literary Criticism• "His poems, many of which are built on fiercely

autobiographical details—about his stint in Vietnam, about his childhood—deal with the stains that experience leaves on a life, and they are often achingly suggestive without resolution." –New York Times

• “Komunyakaa crafts a ‘neon vernacular.’”-Robyn Selman

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Literary Criticism• "Komunyakaa's Vietnam

poems rank with the best on that subject. He focuses on the mental horrors of war—the anguish shared by the soldiers, those left at home to keep watch, and other observers, participants, objectors, who are all part of the 'psychological terrain.'“- Kirkland C .Jones

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Facing It• My black face fades,

hiding inside the black granite. I said I wouldn't, dammit: No tears. I'm stone. I'm flesh. My clouded reflection eyes me like a bird of prey, the profile of night slanted against morning. I turn this way--the stone lets me go. I turn that way--I'm inside the Vietnam Veterans Memorial again, depending on the light to make a difference. I go down the 58,022 names, half-expecting to find my own in letters like smoke. I touch the name Andrew Johnson; I see the booby trap's white flash. Names shimmer on a woman's blouse but when she walks away the names stay on the wall. Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's wings cutting across my stare. The sky. A plane in the sky. A white vet's image floats closer to me, then his pale eyes look through mine. I'm a window. He's lost his right arm inside the stone. In the black mirror a woman's trying to erase names: No, she's brushing a boy's hair.

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Conclusion

• Uses experiences as inspiration for poems• The Vietnam War had profound effects on him• His style forces readers to think about his poems• One of the greatest Vietnam War poets