Meet Monty Campbell Jr, author of Train through the Video Game (Shabda Press) and A Large Dent in the Moon(Foothills). Monty is a member of the Cayuga Tribe of the Six Nations. He grew up in and around Gowanda, NY, the Cattaraugus Reservation and Rochester, NY’s inner city. His work is also included in the indigenous poets anthology, I was Indian (FootHills Publishing, 2009) and Simpatico, On the Road (Simpatico, 2009).
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Praise for A Large Dent in the Moon
Erupting from the junkyards, dead eyed alleys and psycho-babble of our raped and compromised Turtle Island, Monty Campbell, Jr., incandescently stands for truth in all its flawed magnificence. A Large Dent in the Moon is a clarion call to non-Indians and Indians alike to get it together before we drown in a tsunami of exploitation, lies and mediocrity. Monty Campbell is a wichasha wakan for our times. I’ve had the great fortune of reading through his book three times now and each time I was left shattered, awed and breathless. May these poems be the first of many such incantations.~Paul Hapenny
This first book by Monty Campbell, Jr. makes a large dent, indeed. Careening around every corner the reader finds startling metaphors, precision line-breaks, and enough poetic arsenal to supply NASA’s next mission. Monty’s “music slides / through the genetic / garbage of a / Rochester alley…” His poems are Manifestos / written on / cell phones / portraits of / everyday / struggle” and “Rez Photos” where “all the skin is brown, / weighed / and forgiven…” These poems are alternately sensual, despairing, angry, hopeful, but always crafted with love out of three decades of survival on the real side of America’s tracks. If Lou Reed is correct that it takes a “Busload of Faith to get by,” here it is, achieving lift-off.~John Roche
From the Introduction:
I think that never have I read work by an indigenous writer in which so much is said about the beauty of Earth filtered through palimpsest-images of city, ghost streets, train tracks, and litter forced upon Turtle Island and our planet altogether. It is beauty conveyed through loss. I literally hurt when I read Monty’s poetry. Yet, as I state in my blurb, Monty’s poems have led me to understand something about love which I never understood before. When you read this book, I trust you will get why I cannot paraphrase any poems herein; doing so would strip the tropes, deep song, and enfolding spaces of their haunting realness, evocations and dreamscapes (if not nightmare-scapes). It would do dishonor to that love.~Susan Deer Cloud
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