lost in a disembodied Bardo state fantastical happenings mainlined into consciousness with a side of swirling phantasm and all the angry demons and all the faceless gods churn around the periphery
Bardo Mind [Free Verse]
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Ma-Ai: The Ideal Interval [Free Verse]
there is a ma-ai -- an ideal interval -- the perfect gap in space & time & space-time there's a ma-ai: between setup and punchline & between punchline and laugh between inhalation & exhalation between listening & speaking between receiving & countering between swinging & hitting too rushed and momentum is smothered to slow and momentum dissipates there is a ma-ai for all things that move.
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BOOK REVIEW: The Wet Hex by Sun Yung Shin
The Wet Hex by Sun Yung ShinMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
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Out: June 14, 2022
This is a varied collection of poems. It includes sparse free verse poems as well as prose-style poems. There are a number of stream-of-consciousness poems that read like surreal free writing, but there’s also a narrative poem and a number of clean prose-like poems.
The poet is of Korean ethnicity, and her heritage and the experience of being a transplanted individual both feature prominently in her poems. (Though Greek Mythology is also about as common as Korea Folklore in the poems.] The poems also display a fascination with words and as well as with violence.
The poems are divided into five sections. Section three is unique in that includes the collection’s longest poem, a narrative poem, which is presented with some simple, geometric artworks.
I enjoyed reading this collection, it employs clever language and interesting approaches to verse, both among the more cryptic, freeform entries and the neater, more “business-like” poems.
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Tractor [Free Verse]
the tractor idles in the end-row, chugging and sputtering, with a rattling exhaust flap soon the tractor lurches into straight-line locomotion, chugging down the row, carving out furrows, peeling soft, black soil aside the cut worm does not forgive, but neither does it know what hit it -- some thunderous storm, monotonously rolling nearer - becoming more all-pervading - until it starts to fade, but by then the worm is halved everything becomes something else: worm aerates soil and then becomes food for the tugging bird
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The War Mangled [Free Verse]
I heard the dead children, their voices lilting on the wind. The war-torn twice born came crawling in under the wire, bloody and shell-shocked, but among the living, but the rest floated away: their words becoming both milder & more raucous, never fully drowned out by bombs or crossfire chaos.
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Anonymous [Free Verse]
scribe & chronicler: face unknown, name unknown, soul laid bare by way of words -- words that reveal from the inside out -- it's not the way we're accustomed to getting acquainted we're used to surface learning 'til we scratch through, but here we have: no name, no face, but deep insight
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Madman of the Empty Valley [Free Verse]
Thang Tong Gyalpo, They called him: Maker of Iron Bridges, King of the Empty Plain, "Excellent Persistence," & Madman of the Empty Valley You might not like your bridge-maker sharing mind & body with a madman, but some of his 15th century bridges are still in use today.
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Sunrise Over the Mountain [Free Verse]
sunlight pours over the mountain, cascading into the valley, drawing all eyes into its blinding whiteness too much light enters my eye just as too much information, sometimes, enters my mind and, yet, i peer through the searing pain - just for the view
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Fungi Propinquity [Free Verse]
two tender, little mushrooms stand amid a mossy expanse i'm moved by their intimate proximity though i don't know it to be anything other than a random molecular fact, and yet it speaks to me, and i feel proximity & distance all the more intensely
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Temple on a Hill [Free Verse]
granite bubbled out of the jungle, and - upon it - they built a temple its walls were anchored into stone until its walls were the hill, and the hill was its walls and no one could find one true point at which one ended & the other began was it built to be closer to the heavens, or further from hell? not by people for whom heaven & hell reside in the mind -- unattainable by velocity, inescapable by distance -- constant traveling companions only confronted head-on maybe they wanted it to feel permanent, knowing even that granite would crumble in due time
