After reading for the GRE Lit test the past several months, I came to this, the first chapbook I’ve read in a long time, with my brain violated by all the Victorianism–shell-shocked–& still digesting some shifts in my “personal life” (some crappy, some better (living here)).
In the halo of fire surrounding an encounter with a destroying goddess/beloved, Your Name… is erotic, esoteric, and makes the frightful what we should desire–exactly what I needed to read.
Some of the best lines here take gestures that might seem absurdly gothic–
In the dark there is only darkness and
And push forward, unblinkingly–
The darker things dark clings to
–imploding our initial resistance to it through sheer excess.
Sample poems here. Beautifully printed too.
The kind of short line making, couplet use, and the correlating rhythms seems related (cousins maybe?) to what Schomburg is doing in Scary, No Scary. It seems deceptively simple. I’m looking forward to more.
That’s all. I’d hate to ruin my enjoyment and maybe yours by saying any more.