Watch Jenny Zhang Read “Seppuku,” Her Poem About Feeling So Much Stuff

    “I died for racism/ I died for white supremacy”

    by · September 06, 2017

    After appearing on Facebook Live as our featured author for the August edition of the NYLON Book Club (her short story collection Sour Heart is, in short, brilliant), writer Jenny Zhang walked with us to a quiet street in downtown New York City, where she would stand against a brick wall and read her poem “Seppuku,” as passersby gathered around.

    The poem, at first, lists a familiar litany of complaints: not having the right cereal for breakfast, feeling too lazy to wash our face, wanting to avoid banal conversation. But rather than dealing with these things in an expected manner, by merely shrugging them off, Zhang’s narrator takes decisive action, choosing to seppuku.

    because Dad forgot/ the good cereal/ I chose to seppuku/ in the morning/ I seppuku/ to avoid washing my face/ in the afternoon/ I seppuku/ to avoid conversation/ I seppukued before bed

    But, of course, it isn’t just minor slights that lead to ritual suicide. Seppuku becomes the answer for dealing with racism, with white supremacy, with the concept of “yellow peril.” Seppuku becomes a way of really feeling all the feelings, of getting to the root cause of existential angst. Seppuku becomes a way of being born again and living forever. Seppuku means embracing death because hate and fear and love are all around us in infinite abundance, so why not embrace one more conception of forever? Seppuku is our past and our future and our present, all wrapped up in a dead body looking up at the racists around us and saying, “Uh huh.”

    Watch Zhang read “Seppuku” in the video, above.

    Credits:
    Produced by: Ren Potts
    Directed and edited by: Tina Vaden
    Camera A: Tina Vaden
    Camera B: Maddy Talias

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