Book Suggestions?

The purpose of the Ukapadutudal book club is to create a space where "Ukapadutudalists" can engage in dialogue on topics related to CLP values and goals. The starting point for each monthly discussion will be a book selected by Ukapadutudal members, so please post your suggestions!

January Book Club meeting AKA "Poetic Justice"

[Update by Sydney Craft]

On Friday, January 15th, Rachel and I met in Coffee Roasters in Canyon Crest center to begin our wonderful three day weekend over a cup of coffee and poetry. My contribution was this:

Lost Generation
It is a media poem so be sure to follow the link and check it out!

I chose this poem not only for its content, but for the way it was written. I absolutely fell in love with it, because of the message it sends, and the way it is presented in a new unique way. Rachel brought in another poem that I really enjoy, (Conscientious Objector by Edna St. Vincent Millay) and we were able to talk about it (how non-violent protest can be influenced by white privilege) and I was then able to think if it in a new light. It was the perfect start to my weekend!

Conscientious Objector
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I shall die, but
that is all that I shall do for Death.
I hear him leading his horse out of the stall;
I hear the clatter on the barn-floor.
He is in haste; he has business in Cuba,
business in the Balkans,
many calls to make this morning.
But I will not hold the bridle
while he cinches the girth.
And he may mount by himself:
I will not give him a leg up.

Though he flick my shoulders with his whip,
I will not tell him which way the fox ran.
With his hoof on my breast, I will not tell him where
the black boy hides in the swamp.
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death;
I am not on his pay-roll.

I will not tell him the whereabouts of my friends
nor of my enemies either.
Though he promise me much,
I will not map him the route to any man's door.
Am I a spy in the land of the living,
that I should deliver men to Death?
Brother, the password and the plans of our city
are safe with me; never through me
Shall you be overcome.