about a body.
5 of my favorite poems about embodiment and one of my own.
The body marked by shame at once relieved of its bondage. With violence and orange blossoms; I strongly recommend Simone White.
It Must Be Shameless
BY SIMONE WHITE
Bodies that want and waste. Temporal hunger is all to familiar. Definitely read the rest of this poem, as this is only a section. Ocean is also a BC graduate!
On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
BY OCEAN VUONG
Tell me it was for the hunger
& nothing less. For hunger is to give
the body what it knows
it cannot keep. That this amber light
whittled down by another war
is all that pins my hand
to your chest.
Barthes said: “a writer is a someone who plays with the body of his mother.” By this definition, Ginsberg is a writer. He finds his mother’s body as it ages. With affect-heavy imagery, both disgusting and somatic, he reimagines maternal sacrifice and a woman’s undoing through an unwanted stare.
BY ALLEN GINSBERG
BY FRED MOTEN
the air with a
daydream looking through.
all the sun in colored
glass to play the mystical
body. come and lay your
and brush your
Gooey bodies and eternal infancy. Jenny Zhang’s poetry is hard to classify: a inner monologue of anatomical configurations and brass, but somehow honest language. I often laugh.
My baby first birthday
BY JENNY ZHANG
my mom was a baby and inside of her was another baby
if not for that baby I would still be just
an idea no one had yet
I walk around with fists pulled up to my sides
so when someone who has wronged me walks by
I can hit the air
breezing past the goo goo
with my baby fists
my goo goo oozes goo
my cunt hurts
being disease free is a breeze
my mom’s choco coco
gets inside of me and says, “goo!”
I feel close to her
we stay up late and scoop out goo
from one another’s brilliant snatches
diurnal creatures can fuck off
we are quite happy this way
Recently, I’ve thought a lot about bodies. Bodies as containers. Bodies that shake. Bodies that atrophy. Bodies that labor. Bodies that weep and hold. After my father’s diagnosis, I wrote this poem about his body:
BY EMILY COSTANTINO