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In his debut collection Fantasia for the Man in Blue, Tommye Blount orchestrates a chorus of distinct, unforgettable voices that speak to the experience of the black, queer body as a site of desire and violence. A black man’s late-night encounter with a police officer–the titular man in blue –becomes an extended meditation on a dangerous erotic fantasy. The late Luther Vandross, resurrected here in a suite of poems, addresses the contradiction between his public persona and a life spent largely in the closet: It’s a calling, this hunger / to sing for a love I’m too ashamed to want for myself. In Aaron McKinney Cleans His Magnum, the convicted killer imagines the barrel of the gun he used to bludgeon Matthew Shepard as an infant’s small mouth as well as the sad calculator that was built to subtract from and divide a town. In these and other poems, Blount viscerally captures the experience of the other and locates us squarely within these personae.
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In his debut collection Fantasia for the Man in Blue, Tommye Blount orchestrates a chorus of distinct, unforgettable voices that speak to the experience of the black, queer body as a site of desire and violence. A black man’s late-night encounter with a police officer–the titular man in blue –becomes an extended meditation on a dangerous erotic fantasy. The late Luther Vandross, resurrected here in a suite of poems, addresses the contradiction between his public persona and a life spent largely in the closet: It’s a calling, this hunger / to sing for a love I’m too ashamed to want for myself. In Aaron McKinney Cleans His Magnum, the convicted killer imagines the barrel of the gun he used to bludgeon Matthew Shepard as an infant’s small mouth as well as the sad calculator that was built to subtract from and divide a town. In these and other poems, Blount viscerally captures the experience of the other and locates us squarely within these personae.