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A review by sarahglen
More Than Organs by Kay Ulanday Barrett
4.0
A collection, a refuge, a treasure, where "holy is just living living living or trying to."
More Kay Ulanday Barrett please.
Some faves:
— I cannot stop thinking about this line: "Treaties signed by taste buds"
"Have you ever tried to contain a wave
or date a water sign?
No matter what,
nothing nothing
can take away
its right to release."
"We know the choreography of loss. If there are no prayers possible,
understand moments before there were claps praising the dip of a harmony,
then nothing. This isn't a shining beacon of a new reality.
There is no epiphany. Lives have always been at stake, dance floors
have always been altar, a song isn't ever just a song."
"we want ransack. dislocated lamps, sprained countertops
on blister of our back and forth, we want to pound skin
into a luscious rhythm, the kind of sounds only
the psyche of summer can admit to."
"Over breakfast, I have this talk, I bite my toast, hope for
consistency, but gesture a crust she she shakes her head,
as I try to find something soft, something yolky, something
like pillow, something like velvet. I guess that's my issue,
I just want softness on my mouth."
"Let lonely make a lens so clear you become intergalactic.
Let residue be a blanket you shed every season.
Let your gaze be salve & sign of the cross.
Let you be words a stranger waits for.
Let love be a bunker you crawl into.
Let you guffaw, let you cackle.
Let you be last one left.
Let you be last one.
Let you be last.
Let you be.
Let you.
Let."
More Kay Ulanday Barrett please.
Some faves:
— I cannot stop thinking about this line: "Treaties signed by taste buds"
"Have you ever tried to contain a wave
or date a water sign?
No matter what,
nothing nothing
can take away
its right to release."
"We know the choreography of loss. If there are no prayers possible,
understand moments before there were claps praising the dip of a harmony,
then nothing. This isn't a shining beacon of a new reality.
There is no epiphany. Lives have always been at stake, dance floors
have always been altar, a song isn't ever just a song."
"we want ransack. dislocated lamps, sprained countertops
on blister of our back and forth, we want to pound skin
into a luscious rhythm, the kind of sounds only
the psyche of summer can admit to."
"Over breakfast, I have this talk, I bite my toast, hope for
consistency, but gesture a crust she she shakes her head,
as I try to find something soft, something yolky, something
like pillow, something like velvet. I guess that's my issue,
I just want softness on my mouth."
"Let lonely make a lens so clear you become intergalactic.
Let residue be a blanket you shed every season.
Let your gaze be salve & sign of the cross.
Let you be words a stranger waits for.
Let love be a bunker you crawl into.
Let you guffaw, let you cackle.
Let you be last one left.
Let you be last one.
Let you be last.
Let you be.
Let you.
Let."