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MANUSCRIPT MAKING

On the Making of Seize

By Brian Komei Dempster





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“Storm Music” and “Bird Cries,” from my second poetry collection, Seize (Four Way Books, 2020), are instrumental in developing the book’s central narrative and thematic arcs: the complex father-son relationship and intense, vacillating physical and emotional states precipitated by my son Brendan’s seizures—between static and song, lightning and light. The father-speaker lives on this precipice, where he simultaneously tries to keep his son from falling and flying. While working on this manuscript, which was fourteen years in the making, I discovered that my son’s journey offered a lens into other experiences and traumas—personal, ancestral, and historical. Poems like “Seized” and “Truce” juxtapose the seizure of his brain by epilepsy to the unjust incarceration of my mother, Renko, as a baby in Topaz prison camp. These seizures illuminate and resonate with other forms of seizure: the tragic murders of James Byrd and Matthew Shepard, and the PTSD of war veterans.

​As I ordered the poems, I found that our family quest with Brendan served as both through line and jumping-off point, allowing for coherence of diverse subject matter and, at the same time, dynamic movement between different time frames and stories. While “Storm Music”—which I revised after publication in Southern Humanities Review to sharpen certain images and metaphors—takes us through chaos, poems toward the end of the collection create progression and lead us toward resolution. The redemptive and transformative power of music and art is evident in “Gold and Oak” and “My Mother Watches Horses with Brendan.” Music and painting give us another way to better understand Brendan and steer us through our storms. My son, both without words and beyond them, takes many forms in our attempts to grasp him. He is a bird in “A Boy” and “Bird Cries.” Brendan is fragile and fierce, caged and free. Singing his own language, he clears his own path through the real world while floating through the liminal space of our hopes and dreams.
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Manuscript Making: On Crafting Collections



Storm Music

Son, a record skips
           inside you. Jagged spikes,

notes bent, warped

           thunder. We tried
to fix you. Your mind

           smoke, wafting

between us. Halfway
           up, your clear gaze

cuts out. We curse starts

           and stops. Warped, you
skip inside

           us. Your flame

stains us.
           We skip

a breath

           and hold you. Your lightning
ends in blood, scattered
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           food. Your thunder, fed

by our faults,
           you skip

over us, pull us all

           into the red. Brendan,
a storm is not

           your face. We wait

for lightning
           ​to be light.

Bird Cries

I miss exits, veer
           through the world
dangerous. Drive

           with earplugs, strain my neck
to check if my little boy

           is all right. At home I wear headphones
to block out
           his squawks. In my own

bird cage. Shut up I yell when he breaks
           through. Squeeze his cheeks

hard. Hold him by the shoulders. Be quiet. A flock
           of seizures. His fingers claw
into my wrist. He says so

           little. I can’t shut him
out. His good arm flaps. Shadows swoop

           down on him. I keep him
from falling, keep him
           from flying. Some sounds are torture

my dad says. If my boy is quiet, his friends
           will like him. When he screams, neighbors could think

I’m hitting him. I strain
           to hear the radio, cry
when I drive

           to work. A blackbird can be seen
thirteen ways. I fly to retreats to write
    
           about him. When I come
back, he is still caged. I shampoo
           his hazel hair, and he soothes me

with coos Ay ai . . . Nice voice buddy
           I tell him. He nests quiet

in his wheelchair. Poor little guy
           my mother reminds, so much to say
and no words. His mind a deep sky

           she believes
he will rise into.

"Storm Music" and "Bird Cries" from Seize © 2020 by Brian Komei Dempster. Appears with permission of Four Way Books. All rights reserved. 


BRIAN KOMEI DEMPSTER is an award-winning poet, editor, and teacher. His volumes of poetry, Seize (Four Way Books, 2020) and Topaz (Four Way Books, 2013), have received several honors, including the Julie Suk Award, an NCPA Gold Award in Poetry, and a Human Relations Indie Book Silver Winner award. He is the editor of From Our Side of the Fence: Growing Up in America's Concentration Camps (Kearny Street Workshop, 2001), which received a Nisei Voices Award from the National Japanese American Historical Society, and Making Home from War: Stories of Japanese American Exile and Resettlement (Heyday, 2011). Dempster is a professor of rhetoric and language and Director of Administration for the Master’s in Asia Pacific Studies program at the University of San Francisco, where he was a recipient of the Distinguished Teaching Award. In addition, he teaches for the Colrain Poetry Manuscript Conference..
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