Be Holding: A Poem

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University of Pittsburgh Press
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5.7 X 8.4 X 0.4 inches | 0.35 pounds
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About the Author
Ross Gay teaches poetry at Indiana University and is the author of the poetry collections Against Which, Bringing the Shovel Down, Lace and Pyrite: Letters from Two Gardens (with Aimee Nezhukumatathil), River (with Rose Wehrenberg), Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude, and the essay collection The Book of Delights.
This book-length poem is a voice's drive down center court. At once record, collage, group photograph, dance, and archive, Be Holding reveals a multifaceted intimacy and lyricism within the history of a game, tracing how this history is interconnected with the saga of our country. Ross Gay has once again proven himself one of our greatest poets.--Claudia Rankine
Be Holding is as beguiling as it is urgent, equal parts agonizing and ecstatic. It is a critical work of reckoning for this fraught moment in which many of us are wondering how we might move forward despite the devastation we have wrought, both in our particular American context, and in our world as a whole.-- "Literary Hub"
The brilliant fourth book from Gay . . . continues his now-signature inquiry into feeling. Shaped as a single poem in a long sentence of center-justified couplets, the drama of this unfolding sentence is impeccable, a suspension that mirrors its subject: basketball Hall-of-Famer Julius Erving's midair 'baseline scoop' in the 1980 NBA finals.-- "Publishers Weekly starred review"
Ross Gay's work is not only celebratory. It is also an exegesis on loss, grief, prejudice, shame, and the improbability of grace in our lives--especially in Black lives.-- "Boston Review"
A unique work of form and substance.-- "The Millions"
Impossible, unprecedented, right-before-your eyes but defying logic and the laws of nature.-- "RHINO"
In turning an instance of athletic prowess and grace into an expansive metaphoric vision, Gay pulls off a syntactical tour de force.-- "Kenyon Review"
Be Holding is an unabashedly ambitious work with a voracious, yet tender gaze.-- "Baltimore Art"
Gay's poem theorizes an ethics that is inescapably political, and its ebullient gratitude, fore and aft, reads not just as an overflow of thankfulness but as a concrete practice of the ethics Gay suggests. It is the kind of practice that eschews literary competition and anxieties of influence; it is the kind of practice that, in contrast to a death-dealing drive to possess, gives and receives gifts--books, saplings, time, poetic lines--with open hands.-- "Ploughshares"
Be Holding is at once an astounding tour de force and a provocative meditation on suffering and jubilation.-- "The Lake"
My Lord. The brilliance, formal dexterity, and deep generosity of this book. This book that makes me rethink what poetry can offer, both in a literary and holistic sense. Ross Gay takes one fluid human gesture and through it expands the lungs of personal and communal history so they might hold all joy, terror, and violence of this world. Be Holding is unlike any poetry book written in recent memory. In this terrible era, Ross Gay has written a book that breathes this broken world in and then returns it to us so we might breathe too. And break. And bloom into whatever it is we are on the path to becoming.--Gabrielle Calvocoressi
Nothing happens only when it happens. Right now, we're all tree-borne watching the Doctor all but not come down, again and again. We feel the weight of our enjoyment, the heavy duress we're under when it happens, where it happens, where nothing happens only where it happens. Behold! We are held in flight. Is that why Dr. J tried to give the last word on that move, saying it was 'just another move, ' saying so all but sadly? Well, Be Holding unfolds that word, moves it and releases it, re-releasing that move in carefully watching, again and again, for all that differentiates it from all the descendant moves and for all that entangles it with all the ascendant ones. The flights in fallenness, the grave plays on stillness, the refusals of space and time, the reprovals of being and history, are so serious that it's as if it were just a game, not a game, not a game, this practice of desperate falling into looking. We play it light, though. There's no last word on what we hand and hold, or on what we behold, or on our beholding. Again and again, in the beautiful note he holds and hands, that's what Ross Gay be saying.--Fred Moten