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A review by thrushnightingale
Commons, Volume 5 by Myung Mi Kim
5.0
Reading Commons should be done slowly, attentively. It’s a book that will break your heart, but it’s a book that reminds you it is not your heart that is significant here. Her details are pained, gasping with silence, analogous to the history therein:
“Mapping needles, minerals and gems. Furs and lumber. Alterations through the loss or
transposition of even a single syllable. The next day is astronomical distance and a gnarled
hand pulling up wild onion.”
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“Translucence of cut pears on glass plates
The robin's breast remained inert. Its eyes shone for four hours,
but near three o'clock, a fly could be seen rubbing its legs over
the now weeping eye.”
As Kim writes: ”The book emerges through cycles of erosion and accretion…”
Here is a book that is a poignant whisper. It may grow to a dry wind, thudding against the broken shutters of shelter. Mostly, a poignant whisper. A document, a fragment, a wound.
“Mapping needles, minerals and gems. Furs and lumber. Alterations through the loss or
transposition of even a single syllable. The next day is astronomical distance and a gnarled
hand pulling up wild onion.”
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“Translucence of cut pears on glass plates
The robin's breast remained inert. Its eyes shone for four hours,
but near three o'clock, a fly could be seen rubbing its legs over
the now weeping eye.”
As Kim writes: ”The book emerges through cycles of erosion and accretion…”
Here is a book that is a poignant whisper. It may grow to a dry wind, thudding against the broken shutters of shelter. Mostly, a poignant whisper. A document, a fragment, a wound.