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Fall 2019 Round-Up

Nina Murray: A Season of Gathering

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I'm not sure if I've had a season of scattering or of gatheringand aren't those two really the same thing?but I did come in contact with many new poets.泭

Whitney Jones delivers nothing short of a reckoning in her debut.泭Jones is a poet of the coal country, where the old works is both a reference to a specific exhausted mine, and a pun on the persistence of the community coal mining still barely sustains. In resonant, assured lines, Jones chronicles the naturaland metaphysicalprocess of sinking/into sediment, of standing/under pressure on the ground that is literally slipping from under her speaker's feet. [B]y the time your kids/are old enough to remember,/they wont.泭

Another debut from Heartland Review Press is Ted Higgs chapbook泭, followed by the 2019 release of his full-length collection.泭泭I read these back-to-back, and am glad to have done so.泭泭Archipelago泭references the Greek islands around the mainland town of Sounion, near where Higgs began his overseas Army career.泭The poems in this volume are haunted by love--sometimes desperate, sometimes tentative and half-recognized through the scrim of mythos Higgs erects.泭The speakers knowing poiseTake up your shield, my friend, the time has passed/for reverietints Higgs world with melancholy.泭InPlank by Plank, the sentiment persists: it is a book of experience, a chronicle of arrivals to places that are not what they seem, or what they had been imagined.泭

Love is also at the center of Jessica Mehta's forthcoming.泭Bad Indian泭is Mehta's ardent ode to the woman she chronicles herself becoming: the protagonist of her own life. A hero. A someone who knows, with supreme clarity and in full possession of metaphor, what her desires are worth. Someone, crucially, who looks back without undue guilt, dissects shame, calls injustices by name, and can say to herself and the one she loves, neither of us/are the wrong kind of Indian.

: Into the Sparkling White

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The world is a Russian / Wood of wolves and white, writes Cynthia Cruz in the poem Ghost from her 2018 collection泭Dregs泭(Four Way Books). Where among the shattered / Voices are you?泭

Across several collections now, Cruz has juxtaposed the sparkling white of her frozen childhood diorama against the dark abyss of an adult mind left trying to cope with the persistent cold of that static ice age. Cruz is a poet obsessed with the wounds and wonders of youth, and the winter imagery of her work traps her early years in a snowglobe she rolls and ponders throughout her poems. In both泭How the End Begins泭and泭Dregs, she redeems the teenage-tragic tenor of her themes with a sincerity of voice and total commitment to her vision. These poems are a swirling blizzard of atmospheric synthesizers, cruel fairy tales, feathered morbidity, and the aching beauty of loneliness.

泭Seeking an Unbreakable Fever

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Reviews of Andre Acimans 2007 novelCall Me By Your Name(and its 2017 movie adaptation by Luca Guadagnino) often refer to variants of agony: the agony and ecstasy of young love (Entertainment Weekly), the agony她f waiting and wondering (Screencrush), and so on. But agony-philes may findFind Me,泭Acimans recently released sequel to泭CMBYN, disappointingly存atisfying, which is to say not very satisfying at all.Find Meis short on agony because its short on foreplay in both form and content. InCMBYN,泭Elio spends page after luscious page reeling from a single shoulder-squeeze, still half a book away from consummating his affair. In泭Find Me, by contrast, Elio meets an older man at a concert, gives their initial flirtation a lukewarm review (It was the kind of talk that was not as oblique as I would have wishedright, same!), and then, a mere ten pages later, finds himself wondering, about this same love interest: Could two people whod basically spent less than four hours together still have so few secrets from each other? I meancould泭they?泭Could they really?泭Suffice it to say, no peaches were harmed (or多onored?) in the making of泭Find Me, because the lovers arent separated long enough to get horny for foodstuffs.泭

So perhapsCMBYNs twin star is notFind MebutAgony, a collection of comics by Mark Beyer originally published in various alt-comics magazines in the 80s and re-released by New York Review Comics in 2016. Drawn in Beyers distinctively demented, hallucinatory style,Agony泭chronicles the (mis)adventures of Amy and Jordan, who may be a couple or may just be bound together by their situation, which some might view as a specifically New York-y purgatory involving creature-infested apartments, vicious landlords, and monstrous muggers, but others might recognize as an only slightly exaggerated depiction of the human condition. On the surface, the zany agony in泭Agonymight seem quite unlike the swoony agony inCMBYN, but upon closer inspection, they share some key features. Take, for example, the movement of time: in one panel, Amy makes a comment to Jordan, and his response comes two weeks later in the next panel. Elio would understand this slippage: Twenty years was yesterday, and yesterday was just earlier this morning, and morning seemed light-years away. And the trouble in both books is rooted in the body: Elios longing for Oliver makes him feel fire like fear, like panic妃y entire body on fire; at one point inAgony,泭Amys leg dissolves in a sulfuric acid bath. So what if the hot, burning flesh is metaphorical in one book, literal in another? Agony blurs lines: between now and later, self and other, pain and pleasure. Like泭CMBYN,Agonyoffers readers the pleasure-pain of going all-out and all the way into a feeling, a moment, a world in which everything is heightened to a fever pitchand what reader would ever want the fever to break?

:泭A Chorus of Generosity, Garlic, and Song

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Michelle Brittan Rosados debut collection泭is astonishing in its simultaneous expanse and meditative intimacy. Her deeply explored poems on diaspora, love, and Central California gather power with layered articulations, blending memory, family history, and imagination. In these poems of searching, nothing seems to hold, paradoxically creating a sense of eternity in Rosados line. This is a collection of generosity and declaration, led by a speaker who will dwell in fleeting moments and sing of what was found there (from the title poem: Change your idea of brokenness. / Todays salt / is mine, and tomorrows. / Look for me / on the horizon. I am as small and endless as sand.).

Opening with the line You deserve your beautiful life,泭is the hybrid book we have all been waiting for, but didnt know it: a poetry and recipe collection of abundance and care. This book bursts with open-hearted Filipino American pride and power, in ecstatic and aching lyric leaps (from Cento: I saw the small likeness of a mother / floating in a river. / I heard my sister say / on the phone its not right how they did that. / Her voice breaking into fingerprints.) paired with soul-satisfying meals such as Take Your Time pasta, involving San Manzano tomatoes and 25 cloves of garlic. Organized in sections using the five tastes (plus umami), her poems are electric, an altar to the power of food to express love and belonging.泭

To read泭is to enter a choral dimension. Her poems resist, transfix, and animate; they are both minimal and maximal, shot through with becoming in its many formsenduring, wanting, collapsing, always metamorphosing. The first poem in the collection is titled Ariel, and I see her as part of Sylvia Plaths searing lineage, along with Korean poets Kim Hyesoon and Kim Yideum, in further opening poetry to the overwhelming and often unspoken experiences of women and expanding how a poem can live and sing on a page. Mei-Ens speakers take the forces of their threatened circumstances and throw them back with mesmerizing, explosive power and vulnerability (from The Body That Has Something to Say: The body that has something to say / knows better than that. / Lights everything on fire with one hand / and tends coals with the other.).泭

Reviewer Bios

Nina Murray泭is the泭author of泭Minimize Considered (chapbook, Finishing Line Press, 2018) and泭Alcestis in the Underworld泭(2019, Circling Rivers Press).泭Her poetry has appeared in numerous journals, including泭Ekphrasis泭and泭The Harpoon Review. Her translations from Russian and Ukrainian include Peter Aleshkovskys泭Stargorod, and Oksana Zabuzhkos award-winning泭The Museum of Abandoned Secrets.泭She grew up in Lviv, in Western Ukraine, and holds advanced degrees in linguistics and creative writing. As a member of the U.S. diplomatic corps, she has served in Lithuania, Canada, and Russia.

David Nilsen泭is a freelance writer living in Ohio. He is a National Book Critics Circle member, and his泭 literary reviews and interviews have appeared or are forthcoming in泭The Rumpus,泭Gulf Coast,泭The Millions,泭The Georgia Review, and numerous other respected publications.

Ali Shapiro泭teaches writing at the泭University of Michigan's泭Stamps School of Art & Design. Her comics, poems, essays and reviews have appeared in various print and online journals, including泭Gertrude, Muzzle, Prairie Schooner, PANK, The Rumpus,and泭Electric Literature.泭More of her work is available on her website,泭.泭

泭is the author of the chapbook泭RARE BIRDS. Her debut full-length collectionAs She Appears泭is forthcoming from YesYes Books in 2021 and won the 2019 Pamet River Prize. Her poems have appeared in泭American Poetry Review,Gulf Coast,泭Kenyon Review,泭Massachusetts Review, and泭The New Republic. She is an affiliate artist at Headlands Center for the Arts and the recipient of a Pushcart Prize and fellowships from Kundiman, MacDowell Colony, and Vermont Studio Center.

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