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mamimitanaka's review against another edition
3.0
It's hard to know what to make of this [though that's probably more attributable to me having limited experience in poetry], but there's no denying the artistic versatility and depth of this work's composition. "BOUND" is a series of abstract and highly imagistic autobiographical poetry who flits disjointedly-yet-cohesively from themes of childhood, gender and sexuality, and time, stirred together in a sort of Pagan-feeling literary brew. It's written in a structure which is punctuated by evocative minimalistic illustrations that make the work feel as though it's descending in on itself, and it's absolutely syntax-obliterating as well with the amount of odd stylistic flourishes that seem to shift the structure of the book itself. I'd be lying if I said I parsed much of this, but I enjoyed it. Reading it aloud is a joy as well.
"As one by one or all at once the trembling lines
of the universe go up. The stems of the astromeria, of the rose, of the
wisteria twisted to the funereal wreath. The water under-
neath. As one winds the way
of the grieved, as one lives the life of
the grievable.”
"As one by one or all at once the trembling lines
of the universe go up. The stems of the astromeria, of the rose, of the
wisteria twisted to the funereal wreath. The water under-
neath. As one winds the way
of the grieved, as one lives the life of
the grievable.”
naokamiya's review
3.0
It's hard to know what to make of this [though that's probably more attributable to me having limited experience in poetry], but there's no denying the artistic versatility and depth of this work's composition. "BOUND" is a series of abstract and highly imagistic autobiographical poetry who flits disjointedly-yet-cohesively from themes of childhood, gender and sexuality, and time, stirred together in a sort of Pagan-feeling literary brew. It's written in a structure which is punctuated by evocative minimalistic illustrations that make the work feel as though it's descending in on itself, and it's absolutely syntax-obliterating as well with the amount of odd stylistic flourishes that seem to shift the structure of the book itself. I'd be lying if I said I parsed much of this, but I enjoyed it. Reading it aloud is a joy as well.
"As one by one or all at once the trembling lines
of the universe go up. The stems of the astromeria, of the rose, of the
wisteria twisted to the funereal wreath. The water under-
neath. As one winds the way
of the grieved, as one lives the life of
the grievable.”
"As one by one or all at once the trembling lines
of the universe go up. The stems of the astromeria, of the rose, of the
wisteria twisted to the funereal wreath. The water under-
neath. As one winds the way
of the grieved, as one lives the life of
the grievable.”
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