Bone Perches

pulls at the gut and pokes at the brain

I came to the poetry of Kristin Chang via the appearance of "Letter From My Grandmother in Tsingtao" in Poetry Daily which republished the piece from Adroit Journal Issue 26.

http://www.theadroitjournal.org/issue-twenty-six-kristin-chang

One particular image from the poem struck me, seared itself into my consciousness: "I taught you to butcher / a bird & convert its bones / into perches". There is of course a very visceral dimension to evoking bones and butchering. But there is also a cerebralness in the notion of use value signalled by the perches, one is poised like the words on a line, not sure for how long. Rest my weary bones.

Details: that's Kristin not Kirstin

And so for day 2348
18.05.2013