Seedings 5 (Spring 2018)

I’m enjoying the new issue of Seedings, which is packed with interesting poetry. Here’s, for example, Carlos Lara’s translation of Éluard:

What has become of you why the white hair and roses
Why the brow the eyes rent heartrending
Great misunderstanding of the wedding of radium
Loneliness haunts me out of spite.

There’s also excellent prose poetry from Sawako Nakayasu:

“Girl F Waits on the Street Corner of Limber Intentions”

I can see her body pressed into what is commonly acknowledged as empty space as if the angular turn of the street could inversely cut her open, as if she was not already open, spilt, missing something here and there. I acknowledge her as I crawl by, she acknowledges me as I roll myself into a ball of tin foil, tightly pack myself in, to weather the impending fight. The team of tin foil balls is usually disqualified pretty early, and that’s just fine with me, I’m wussy that way. That said, there are a whole bunch of tin foil balls gathering behind Girl F here on this corner that is quickly converting itself into a platform, which makes me just a touch anxious. Last time we only used four, but this time I can’t count what must be hundreds, thousands of tin foil balls, oh here come a couple more Girl Scouts with the foil that was used for tonight’s roasted turkey dinner. Ball it up, little girls. Who roasts turkey on a regular weeknight that’s not even a holiday. That kind of troop leader. This is the kind of troop leader I need to keep Girl F away from – to the naked eye, Girl F may look like an innocent girl on an innocent corner, but I have been made of tin foil for quite a long time now, and let me tell you, do I know how these things work. Soon the corner will be an isle, for starters. Then an island, then a mountain. Just let me make sure I make it back safely and I will tell you everything, about every single forehead I have had the privilege of hitting and bouncing, hitting and bouncing, off of and off of and off of again.

I’m also honored that John Olson reviewed my new book, Words on Edge (Black Square Editions, 2018), to close the issue: “Words on Edge is chock-a-block with keen, subtly elaborated lines that combine a euphoric semiotic arc – signifiers liberated from referential content – with an intellectual aura.”

~ by Michael Leong on May 30, 2018.

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