Frozen Accident

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ISBN 978-1-882688-32-6
Publication Date
October 2006
Page Count
80 pages
Trim Size
6 x 9

Frozen Accident

Alfred Arteaga
Frozen Accident is a long poem and, echoing Dante, its primary section "Nezahualcoyotl in Mictlan" narrates a trip to hell. Yet, Mictlan is not quite the Inferno. For Alfred Arteaga the place of the dead is California, the last stop for Western culture, the final limit of its reach. The West's poets and philosophers have long declared history over, god dead, and that what remains is merely the house of language. In other words, all is but frozen accident.

If the endpoint is California, the poem's point of departure is an assassination that radically shaped history. A young man witnessed his father's murder in a power play that unintentionally enabled the Aztecs to establish an empire. The young man, Nezahualcoyotl, became the philosopher king of Texcoco and wrote the most famous poem of pre-conquest Americas, "Song of Flight." What did it mean to be and then to cease to be? Were we all, after all, perhaps but texts of god, existing only in the breath, and red and black inks of divine poetry?

About the Author
Alfred Arteaga is a professor of Chicano studies at University of California, Berkeley. His books of poetry include Cantos (Chusma House Publications, 1991), Red (Bilingual Review Press, 2000), and the chapbook Love in the Time of Aftershocks (Chusma House Publications and Moving Parts Press, 1998). He is also the author of a memoir House with the Blue Bed (Mercury House, 1997), the critical theory Chicano Poetics, (Cambridge, 1997), and an edition of cultural studies An Other Tongue (Duke, 1994).
Praise for Cantos:
"Something strikes me profoundly: you are among those rare poets who can draw into or cut from their language a new language. A new language in which roots and sources would be heard." --Gilles Deleuze
Praise for Red:
"Here our Califas-born Chicano patriot poet... invites us to 'take life as a gift,' where the silent uncharted geography from word to letter is mapped into the sunset red leaves of the poem. It is the 'space between beats' beautifully lyricized, and we can hear it in all its glorious quiet." --Cherrie Moraga