By Matt Robinson
This e-book is ready reminiscence -- reminiscence as a poetic shape during which refractions of loss, restoration, discovery and id shape an inventive reshaping of the previous. In uncooked brushstrokes, Robinson documents the sluggish cascade of occasions and characters slipping in the course of the skinny membrane of expertise, shaping our histories. whilst, he experiments with variety and shape in a superbly sinuous writing. With this, his first booklet, Robinson makes a outstanding debut at the North American literary degree.
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And my holding the mug, the smooth ceramic, and thinking it a lover — a liquid knowing washing over me and lapping gently, like comfort in the folds of sheets and legs — was wrong, it is a mother, swirling, and i am a child groping, sleeplessly mumbling; a remembered foetus swimming through this warmth, this drink, there is indeed a subtle violence in the way cream slowly disappears, swallowed into coffee's brown. 6i picture postcard seagull, peggy's cove —after my mother; after a photograph by Mark van Dam it is a photograph, and it is what remains of a seagull after the heady conspiracy that is flight ceases — ends in a tumult of bone, granite, bone.
55 driftingng from the living room and your worn patch of couch, sodium spoils the innocence of snow as the plow rumbles by our street lamp, as flakes fall all of this is sullied — a yellow suburban annunciation. and now as my mug, my egg-shaped mug your sister gave me, grows emptier (and colder) in my hand, i drink this coffee and think of tea, of coronation street silences; i remember the afternoons. so in the yellowgrey of early morning, in the winter-furnace hum, i observe the state of water as it dies in piles along the street, and in this light try to convince myself that the chemistry of memory is permanent.
From "A Short Film" by Ted Hughes it was not meant to hurt, as such, that ritual departure, no, it was instead a release: a place for tears and words and suits; a cause for dressing up the ties and cuffs an awkwardness become physical. it had been made for happy remembering — that black, that stone, that monument to and of the earth that you'd become, now physical, chiselled, and polished: a monochromatic, and so, by people who were still too young to think themselves a cargo, (something other than the mingled sweat and breath of late-night dance and drinks), you were carried on.