T I K I P O E M
dan taulapapa mcmullin
Tiki mug, tiki mug
My face, my mother’s face, my father’s face, my sister’s face
Tiki mug, tiki mug
White beachcombers in tiki bars drinking zombie cocktails from tiki mugs
The undead, the Tiki people, my mother’s face, my father’s face
The black brown and ugly that make customers feel white and beautiful
Tiki mugs, tiki ashtrays, tiki trashcans, tiki kitsch cultures
Tiki bars in Los Angeles, a tiki porn theatre, tiki stores
Tiki conventions, a white guy named Kukulelei singing in oogabooga fake Hawaiian
makes me yearn to hear a true Kanaka Maoli like Kaumakaiwa Kanaka'ole
sing chant move his hands the antidote to tiki bar people
who don't listen because tiki don’t speak any language
do they
Tiki bars in L.A., in Tokyo, in the lands of Tiki, Honolulu, Pape’ete
Wherever tourists need a background of black skin brown skin ugly faces
to feel land of the free expensive rich on vacation hard working
with a background of wallpaper tiki lazy people wallpaper
made from our skins our faces our ancestors our blood
Yes its all wrong but looks like my great grandmother’s fale sort of
except she isn’t here and it doesn’t really, her fale
didn’t have a neon sign blinking for one thing
And yes it looks like Polynesian sculpture sort of not really but what
is the difference, the difference is this, we didn’t make it
or if we did it was someone desperate but probably not any of us
just someone making a buck carving sh*t for drunks
The difference is this our sculpture is beautiful, tiki kitsch sculpture is ugly
not because they look so very different but because their sh*t
is SUPPOSED TO BE UGLY
because we are supposed to be ugly
and if we are ugly then they are BEAUTIFUL
American or European or Australian or even Asian or
I’m sorry but a lot of us too and ANYONE can be beautiful and expensive
as long as tiki kitsch is on the walls looking ugly and cheap
I like going to tiki bars sometimes and hearing island music or
doing island karaoke and there are tiki bars in the islands sort of but
there they’re just bars and I’m HERE in Los Angeles or anywhere here
in the so-called West which is EVERYWHERE
and here, we are tiki mug people, my mother’s face, my father’s face
my face, my sister’s face
Our Tiki sculptures are based on OUR classic carvings, which are abstractions, idealizations
of BEAUTY, our beauty, though in these bars they are…
Well, you get it
Can I remind us that Tiki
Whom we call Ti’eti’e and Ti'iti'i
Some call Ki’i, some call Ti’i
That Tiki was beautiful, jutting eyebrow, thick lips, wide nose
brown skin in some islands
black skin in some islands
brown black deep, thick thighs
jutting eyebrow, thick lips, wide nostrils, breathing
Lifting the sky over Samoa, lifting the sky over Tonga
lifting the sky over Viti, lifting the sky over Rapanui
lifting the sky over Tahiti, lifting the sky over Hawai’i
lifting the sky over Aotearoa, and looking to, paying respects
to Papua, to the Chamorro, to Vanuatu, to Kiribati
lifting the ten heavens above Moana, not your Pacific, but
our Moana
And now in tiki bars Chilean soldiers have drinks from tiki mugs after shooting
down Rapanui protestors in Rapanui, not Easter Island, not Isla de Pascua
but Rapanui, whose entire population was kidnapped and sold in slavery
to Chilean mines in the 19th century, and whose survivors are shot on the streets
of their lands still just a few days ago in 2011 in Rapanui
And American police drink maitais in Honolulu bars from tiki mugs while
native Hawaiian people live homeless on the beaches
And Indonesian settlers drink from tiki mugs in West Papua where 100,000
Papuans have been killed seeking freedom after being sold down the river by
President Kennedy so he could build some mines for his rich cultivated
humanitarian friends
And French tourists drink from tiki mugs in Nouvelle Calédonie and Polynesie Française
while native people are…
Where? Where are we?
In the wallpaper, on the mugs?