The Crown Ain't Worth Much
I've bought this book three times since its debut almost a year ago. The first: to read, the second: to annotate, and the third: to give to a friend. Hanif is a phenomenal writer and it was his breath-taking performances that made me wish he had a book out, and then he blessed the earth with one. I'm in love with the beginning poem and first section because they set the tones and themes of the rich content Hanif, I'm convinced, has full mastery of. Race. Boyhood into manhood. Family. Music. Hungers of the soul and body and the environments surrounding us. Black beauty. The Hood. The Crown is an excellent source of poetry and craft to meditate on and annotate. In 2017, I discerned I needed to read with a focus on letting what I read teach me how to write better and that it was better to learn from one or two poets than it was to try to learn from three or more. I selected the poetry books of another poet and The Crown, because of how profound Hanif is. My annotated reading of The Crown in the last two weeks turned a poem of mine, that I was stuck on for six months, into my first prose poem, a risk I was bold enough to take because of The Crown's guidance. I told a friend, the poem has evolved into a new form I couldn't have imagined without Hanif. Whether you watch his performances, read off the page, or do both alongside each other as I have, The Crown is a keepsake of one of the best writings this generation could have come across. With trust, I recommend him as a demonstration of what poetry looks like today, I recommend his work for the classroom, and I recommend Hanif for poetry workshops.