Poems from Magma, Poetry Ireland, Poetry Wales, Stand, etc., and several competition prize-winning poems. I found the poems challenging and often rewarding.
Typography
The first person singular pronoun is (I think) always "i" rather than "I".
The poems' appearance varies more than the content - instead of punctuation symbols, p.30 uses "#", p.31 uses "/", p.36 uses ".", p.64 uses small hollow circles. Some poems use a few spaces instead of a punctuation symbol. "unweather" has no line/paragraph breaks, using "|" to separate phrases. I don't understand the point of such superficial variety.
"Y2k" is over 1.5 pages of full-aligned text without line/paragraph breaks, using commas and full-stops but not beginning sentences with upper case. Again, I don't see what's wrong sticking with invisible convention rather than using distracting, quirky alternatives.
Food
There are frequent references to the family and food. The eucharist is frequently referenced -
- In "distended family" (an allusion to "extended family" I presume), foodstuffs are used as adjectives - "an orange squash breeze", "watch with biscuit eyes" but also "lick the ends of batteries to check how much of life is left." The ending is "the congregation mumbling prayers// as though they are ingredients for a meal/ in a language they never plan to serve".
- In "edible family" there is "me eating my nails, my father eating his rage"
- "i eat surrounded by dead people. my brother's// beautiful, bruised cadaver at the head of the table" (p.66)
- "you/ filling that hole in the ground me eating what remains" (p.51)
- "wet limbs slide over my gums/ as i wait for the body of christ to dissolve" (p.75)
Misc poems
- In "before we were bodies" some lines are repeated with minor variations "we were windows opening out ... i didn't know i had an obsession with locks ... before we were bodies we were doors left on the latch ... before we were bodies we were dutch doors ... before we were bodies we were half this half that .. we were bodies we were doors opening"
- In "w-inter" "on my mother's tongue the initial sound/ of winter is silent much like the first leaf falling not knowing if others will follow ... losing itself to the freezing grip not knowing if it will ever dress again get warming again/ just letting itself go"
- "the Fisher Price hospital" is a page of full-aligned text without line/paragraph breaks, using commas and full-stops but not beginning sentences with upper case. It could so easily have been Flash.
- In "press one for emergencies" "a paper aeroplane drifts in through the window/ and lands on my bed, it smells of strawberry/ sweets and freshly cracked days. i unfold it/ to find three words think yourself better"
- In ":to cease to be visible", the persona wonders why someone's absence wasn't noticed for "one hundred and fifty-seven days" (why not "157 days"?). They imagine being a detective, asking the mother, cashier and neighbour. At the end "i ... watch as i rub a window into the steam on my mirror and think about my own disappearance. wondering when anyone will notice my absence, and how long i've been gone. how much i've been missing"
- "geography of falling", in 10 numbered parts, looks at the use/etymology of "fall" "in Italian/ the word for pregnant gravidanza shares its roots with gravity." The final part is "if you feel yourself fall,/ put your hands out, if you feel/ someone else begin to fall/ hold your hands out"
Misc forms
- There are too many heavily redacted poems - 5 are mostly black.
- "boy" is a sort-of acrostic. The first 9 left-aligned lines begin with "b". The next 5 left-aligned lines begin with "o". The final 5 left-aligned lines begin with "y". The words in bold say "boy leaves the world with a question".
- "my beautiful bees" is a near mirror poem. It starts with "every time the doorbell screams or the phone stops breathing/ i see a dead message and vomit up my beautiful bees/ upstairs footsteps detonate in the electric lining of my brain/ water mixes into the wiring until i'm brace brace in the landing strip/ underneath my bleeding fingernails"
- "summer fruits" is a shape poem. Don't know why.
- There's a scattered sequence called "disappearing sonnet", the first having 14 lines, the second 13, etc. All begin with "my brother has a knife in his hands".
Elsewhere in a blog she writes that "The form allows me to play with words, starting with the title disappearing son(net), with rhyme and ideas. The ever-present knife in the poem is the addiction, the knife edge addicts live on, the danger they expose themselves to every time they use, the pain they cause themselves and those that love them, the destruction but also the tool they hold with which only they can cut themselves free. ... I decided to split the sonnet into its stanzas and pepper it throughout the book, like breadcrumbs, or blood trails, like footsteps or the chorus of a song".
Much of that sounds fair enough, but before it started disappearing was it ever a sonnet? Some of the pieces in the sequence struggle because of the constraint. It ends well - the 12th one is "my brother has a knife in his hand, threatens/ to cut the family photo album to shreds,/ brother cuts into himself instead". The 14th is "my brother has a knife in his hand, now all of us are bleeding".