What the Critics are Saying about Copper Woman
Incantatory, vivid, passionate, sensual, incendiary -- Afua Cooper's poetry delivers
rich nourishment for the imagination. Copper Woman brings mythic, historical,
and present-day voices and characters to provocative, multi-dimensional life,
all the way from Africa to the Caribbean to Canada and beyond. Those of us who
have been wowed by Cooper's live performances of her work will be equally taken
with the ways the poems rise and breathe from the pages of this charged, bristling
collection.
-- Allan Briesmaster, poet, and author of Weighted Light and Unleaving
Poet Afua Cooper draws from her wide knowledge of history – personal
and monumental – to evoke the ancestors, vistas of her childhood, memories
of family and powerful passion in this new book of poetry, Copper Woman. The
colour red appears in many forms – energy, passion, blood, violence,
love, fire, lightning storm, rage and roses. Like the red-brown metal, copper,
Cooper’s poetry is malleable in each stage of her journey manifested
in the five sections of the book –Bird of Paradise, Copper Woman, Biography,
Africa Wailin, and Black Madonna. The poems capture her thoughts on the divine
feminine and her belief that sexuality can be intensely spiritual and therefore
has healing potential.
Following in the footsteps of her earlier work, Memories Have Tongue (1992),
Afua Cooper lights the wick of incendiary words that will engulf readers to
read, ruminate and remember these poems. Here is a book of poetry that truly
embodies the myriad work of one of Canada’s most prolific and versatile
poets, Afua Cooper.
--Neil Armstrong, Literary Critic
Jamaica Kincaid writes, “My mother died at the moment I was born, and
so…there was nothing standing between myself and eternity.” If
place of origin sources story — and connection to origin has almost been
destroyed — a writer has nothing standing between herself and eternity.
It is from here that Afua Cooper calls forth remnants of story that still recognize
their names: her family and ancestors in Jamaica; African, Greek, Voudou, Egyptian,
and Indigenous Caribbean divinities; historical Black Canadian voices of Richard
Pierpont and Marie Joseph Angelique; and “Africa wailin/as Toronto get
hot/an Black people dance/communally.” Eloquent and visionary, Cooper’s
poems are like the fruits and flowers her mother sells in the market: “she
does not solicit customers/they come of their own volition.”
--Betsy Warland, poet, and author of Only this Blue and Bloodroot
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