Feeld

Jos Charles, 1988-

Book - 2018

"Poetic exploration in Middle English about the body, physical space, ownership of space, gender, and transitioning genders."--

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Genres
Poetry
Published
Minneapolis, Minnesota : Milkweed Editions 2018.
Language
English
Main Author
Jos Charles, 1988- (author)
Edition
First edition
Physical Description
64 pages ; 22 cm
ISBN
9781571315052
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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Language, artifice, and gender transition all come under scrutiny in this disarming and engrossing second collection from Charles (Safe Space). This 2017 National Poetry Series winner is composed in an idiosyncratic orthography ("a tran lik all metall is a series of sirfase in folde / wee call manie of thees foldes identitie") and loosely centered in a "feemale depositrie room." The collection undoes easy divisions between interior and exterior or science and nature, such as when the estrogen from a mare's urine becomes central to an ecosystem of gender transition usually thought of only in medical terms. As Charles writes, "i cant aford not 2/ nede / a mare." The poems' unusual spelling, a bravura pattern somewhere between Old English and modern phonetic, can be disorienting at first. But careful phrasing and simple forms studded with slashes draw the reader into the variety of possibilities these spelling choices offer, creating a surprising, if challenging, intimacy. Even seemingly straightforward spelling variations offer rich associations, such as when "our" becomes simply "r" or when "invagination" becomes "invagynation." Throughout, readers are subject to a careful recalibration of values, as Charles shows that a form is not important because it is static but rather because of the ways it changes, moves, and is perceived. (Aug.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

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Review by Library Journal Review

All poetry aims to refresh, reframe, even revolutionize language, but in an effort to find a new and better way to discuss the trans experience, Charles goes farther than most: "a tran is a thynge u leeve / wen u scape a streem / the grls putting ther saltie secks inn the aire" proclaims one poem. Elsewhere, "the trans knos / bieng at the hart off it / pumpynge the rowndes / her crop a 1000 holes inn everie grownde." The result sounds like medieval English but feels eerily modern; careful reading will untangle meaning, a task that will exhilarate some and exasperate others. Beyond the lushness, the sexual vividness, the "feemale depositrie room," the hemorage that recurs and rules, the sense of a life freshly and differently lived, there's a keen sense of political rebellion: "r reckage off trees existing tot & securelie / the wharing masckulin economyes." VERDICT This book will shape the conversation on poetry and can make other collections feel ordinary, but its challenges are best left to serious poetry lovers. © Copyright 2018. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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I. thees wite skirtes / & orang sweters / i wont / inn the feedynge marte / wile mye vegetable partes bloome / inn the commen waye / a grackel inn the guarden rooste / the tall wymon wasching handes / or eyeing turnups / the sadened powres wee rub / so economicalie / inn 1 virsion off thynges / alarum is mye nayme / unkempt & handeld i am hors / i am sadeld / i am a brokn hors *** II. next inn line at the feemale depositrie room / mye jossled eggs inn a witen sack / were that i were goldenne mye rayte / the tayste off gold inn eggs / cravyng a room just emtied enuff 2 curl myeself inn / thees the dreggs / the grl beguines *** XVI. gendre is not the tran organe / gendre is yes a hemorage / the nayme scrypt & the stayte scrypt preseed laping the milke in mye sacks / gendre lik all sirfase is a feemale depositrie room / in that clowde moses wept & wee exspeckte a lawe / his fase lik lite & r bodies goldenne in vagynoplastycitie / if u evre get downe mye mountain / he sade pirge me with hysop / offer mye bulock on the alter / a tran is noting but the scens off sum burning / i a lone hav scaped 2 tell u this *** XLVII. i wanted so much 2 speech / the hewman thyngs / i became the byrd soot / they sent me inn / this is wut makes us grls / thining bye the houre Excerpted from Feeld by Jos Charles All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.