“My innate impulse is healing, which is also standing up for justice, which can heal hearts and nations” – Joy Harjo

Healing hearts and nations is what Joy Harjo does. Standing up for justice is what Joy Harjo does. Joy Harjo is a teacher and leader for our times, for all times.

When she asks this question in her recent work, Poet Warrior:

“What do I do with this overwhelming need for justice in my family, for my tribal nation, for those of us in this country who have been written out of the story or those who appear to be destroyed or perverted by false story?” (46),

I say, you are doing it, Joy Harjo! You are addressing this overwhelming need for justice!

As Joy Harjo enters her third term as United States Poet Laureate, the first Native to hold this position, with Poet Warrior she offers us another slice of herself: her stories, her wisdom, and her poetry.

How fortunate are we to be gifted with Joy Harjo, with her work and insight? If you cannot answer this question with the highest affirmation, you do not know her and I urge you to change that!

Beadwork on the cover by Rainy Dawn Ortiz, daughter of Joy Harjo.

When Joy Harjo announced last year that she was writing another memoir, I could not imagine anything that could rival her first one, Crazy Brave. But Poet Warrior meets that challenge and complements its predecessor well.

One concept that carries over from Crazy Brave is that of “the knowing,” which I write about in an earlier post Joy Harjo: “The Knowing” (Muscogee (Creek)- American, b. 1951):

“As I near the last doorway of my present life, I am trying to understand the restless path on which I have traveled. My failures have been my most exacting teachers. They are all linked by one central characteristic, and that is the failure to properly regard the voice of inner truth. That voice speaks softly. It is not judgmental, full of pride, or otherwise loud. It does not deride, shame, or otherwise attempt to derail you. When I fail to trust what my deepest knowing tells me, then I suffer. The voice of inner truth, or the knowing, has access to the wisdom of eternal knowledge. The perspective of that voice is timeless”(44).

Along with Harjo’s reminder to heed that inner voice we all have access to, she provides some instructions, some maps, some ways to be in the world that will yield peace, good, that will move us closer to where we want and need to be, individually and collectively:

“We keep our vibrations higher by prayer, by kindness, by taking care of what we were given to do, by cleaning ourselves of negative thoughts that originate within or come from others, by cleaning with water, by humility, by being in the real world, away from concrete and square buildings, by speaking only that which holds truth” (116).

The vibrations are indeed high in Poet Warrior. In it, Harjo speaks a truth that we can hear and understand.

For instance, the truth of one of many things taken from the Natives, and for the sake of all needs to be returned:

“When we were colonized, female deities were deliberately disappeared from our indigenous stories. There is no female figure in Christianity’s Trinity. Mothers lost their place next to the fathers. They were treated as property. Those roles in society filled by women and mothers, positions like teachers and childcare workers, became the least respected and valued even though they are the most crucial.

The word “mother” wants to take over this whole story, and there is no combination of words, sentences, or paragraphs that could carry that weight, the story, and how it was borne from one mother to the next, from generations, from the beginning” (89).

“Mothering,” the birthing, nurturing, guiding, is a distinct theme in this memoir, from Harjo’s biological mother and aunt, to other women who guided her, especially as a poet.

Harjo explains and honors the connective tissue of art, the growing and building upon one another, and the importance of this. She begins with a woman she calls a mentor, a woman I had never heard about and am thrilled to have been introduced to:

“The novelist, poet, and activist Meridel Le Sueur, a child of the Midwest, became one of my earliest mentors…She wrote about the Depression, about breadlines, about the lives of the poor and women and others who voices were left out of the American story. The feminists rediscovered her in the early ‘70s and began to reprint and publish her writings, which ranged from novels to poetry to children’s books” (168).

Le Sueur’s story is an important one, as is her work. Her mentor role in Harjo’s life went beyond professional, a lifelong relationship of great significance.

Several of Joy Harjo’s ‘Poetry Ancestors’, Audre Lorde, Meridel Le Sueur, and Adrienne Rich.

Harjo also shares the impact writer and activist Audre Lorde had on her development, emphasizing the need for and the great power of poetry. Harjo shares:

“I had been using her [Lorde’s] poems as maps, the way some of our indigenous peoples used songs for star maps. They told me how to get from here to there, in a land of beautiful diversity as it existed within that perverted reality of racial and gender hate. It can be a tricky landscape, even trickier for women…

“She taught me that there is no separation between being a poet and being a mother and a lover. All are warrior roles. Audre Lorde’s wisdom songs folding into the consciousness of my poetry. They tell me to this day that there is no end to the quest for justice, for knowledge, and remind me to make poems to hold everything that slips past the failure of memory, of love” (175-178).

Harjo continues by acknowledging others on whose works and lives she builds:

“Every poem has poetry ancestors. My poetry would not exist without Audre Lorde’s “Litany for Survival,” without Mvskoke stomp dance call-and-response, without Adrienne Rich’s “Diving into the Wreck,” without Meridel Le Sueur or N. Scott Momaday, without death or sunrise, without Walt Whitman, or Navajo horse songs, or Langston Hughes, without rain, without grief, without –“ (183).

Early on in this memoir, Harjo lets us in on the challenges and worries of her younger self, on her journey from “Girl Warrior” to “Poet Warrior,” and she admits:

“I decided right then, during those long nights, that if my creative work did anything in this world, I wanted Indians to be seen as human beings”(115).

That Harjo need articulate such an aim: helping human beings see other human beings as human, illustrates so blatantly how broken we are.

Harjo epitomizes the healing power of creativity, of music, of art, of poetry, of the way words can open us, move us, dig deepest into our minds and souls, and change us. How poetry moves us closer to ourselves, to what it means to be human, to feeling deep in our bones and bodies that we need one another and we need our Mother Earth.

There is so much I adore about Poet Warrior. Perhaps I’m writing about it too soon after reading, when instead I should be sitting still, continuing to absorb, contemplate, reflect, engage, and let the tears flow, the laughter emerge.

Yet I must share this now with the hope that my writing about Poet Warrior and the work’s creator will urge you to read it and come to know our current and magnificent twenty-third United States Poet Laureate, Joy Harjo.

Joy Harjo is a #NastyWomanWriter.

© Maria Dintino 2021

Works Cited

Harjo, Joy. Poet Warrior. NY: W. W. Norton Company, Inc., 2021.