Ray A. Young Bear

Quite an amalgam of quasi-memoir, psychoactive drug trips, and traditional tale. Don't try to follow this linearly, but you realize at the end that you have a picture of young men's life from reservation through attempts to fit into the white culture in the 1960s.
The words are broken into shortened lines on the page, which makes one think it must be poetry, and the descriptive power of the words certainly fits into poetic expectations. But if it is poetry it is a narrativ poem, and the layout doesn't interfere with the telling of the tale.… (más)

Manifestation Wolverine: The Collected Poetry of Ray Young Bear is a Native American look at living as a Native American in modern America. Ray A. Young Bear is a member of the Meskwaki Nation (the Red Earth People) and lives on the Meskwaki tribal settlement near Tama, Iowa. Raised by his maternal grandmother, who taught him Meskwaki customs, mythology, and language, Young Bear spoke Meskwaki as his first language and didn’t become comfortable with English until high school.

Manifestation Wolverine is a unique collection of poetry in as far as my reading has taken me. I associate Native America with great stories rather than great poetry. This collection does have the expected people of the earth and nature poems that one would expect, but it is much more than that. Ray Young Bear in many places radiates a righteous indignation with his and his people's standing in life. I did see some John Trudell emotion in his writing even though Young Bear is at least a decade past the height of the American Indian Movement.

Young Bear also captures some of the problems in modern native culture with alcohol becoming a reoccurring theme. Guns play a role for protection and violence. Suicide rears its head in poems too. Suicide among Native Americans on reservation averages three times higher than the national rate. Some reservations the suicide rate is ten times the national average. There is a certain darkness that haunts life, but it seems to be offset by nature and animistic beliefs. One wonders if further removal from the modern world would bring more peace.

The collection is varied in verse and style with all the poems written in free verse. The poems tend to tell stories in a traditional sense but are wedged in a different style to fit into the world outside the Native American. Perhaps it is an attempt to tell the world that Native American culture is as relevant as any other in America. This can be more clearly seen in the poem, "In Disgust and in Response to Indian -Type Poetry Written by Whites Published in a Mag Which keeps Rejecting Me." I did mention righteous indignation before.

I had a bit of difficulty with this collection. I am a fan of John Trudell and his writing but even with the many train references in his work Young Bear’s poetry did not grab me in the way other poetry does. I can, however, appreciate the work and the emotion and history put into the work. This will be a collection I will read again, hopefully from a slightly different mindset, and gain more from his work.
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Impulse selection at the library. I liked the title and loved the cover, and hadn't been reading enough poetry lately.

Early in the volume, I kept wanting to give up. This is a long book, quite a commitment, and the early poems tended to the very dark. Even given how many of the references and allusions were unfamiliar, these poems fell like stones in my heart, weighing me down and not giving much light.

But I had scanned through the book randomly in the beginning, enough to get the feeling that I would like the later poems better, so I kept reading. In the middle I was still often tempted to put the book down, but between what I'd scanned from the end and the pleasurable jolt of recognition and familiarity whenever Bear mentioned beadwork kept me going. (I'm such a bead geek.)

The actual collection entitled Manifestation Wolverine, the final collection in this book, is where things finally turned around for me. So, about the last quarter of the book I would give four, maybe five stars, and the rest three. It's hard to explain exactly the nature of the change. It's not like suddenly the poems were happy go lucky waterfalls and butterflies. They were still in the dark woods, but at least a little light was seeping in between the trees.

I think mostly it was just too much to take on such a huge anthology of an unfamiliar poet. If I found a copy of just that last volume, though, I would snatch it up in a heartbeat.… (más)