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Book SynopsisThe Shining Material is about saying I. Disrupt, interrupt, challenge I? How boring. How violent. Better/instead/also cradle-interrogate I; to a steaming, exfoliating shining, hold I: the curve at the top of I, the curve at the base of I, the long shaft I oh I. Sigh: I, you get a lot of shit, so in The Shining Material, the poet speaks you meekly, hoarsely, disobediently: witness Aisha Sasha John braid self-portrature, ekphrasis, and her own brand of psalm to produce an experience much like falling down the stairs and it helping.
Trade ReviewMiss John here reminds, in oddly comely poems of direct address, how small the aesthetic is and how ravenously transcendent the human woman. The mouths of these poems adore phonemes and are unafraid of their important difference: they say the woman as the linguist of thinking. They refuse to assuage or to mollify or to rectify. They smack of an emergent candour. To serve their biopolitic, they may have invented an extra vowel, the first since Hittite. Lisa Robertson
Hers are poems fighting against the dark but not caught or trapped there, in pieces fighting to be heard rob mclennan
