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Charif Shanahan. Photo: Rachel Eliza Griffiths.<\/p><\/div>\n

I worry that I never quite say what I mean. I think about this especially when talking (and writing) about books. Using language to describe other language is a strange task\u2014the overlay of text on text makes it difficult to distinguish between what is true, what is deeply felt, and what only appears to fit. In moments of particular disorientation, I find myself returning to the poem \u201cSong\u201d by Charif Shanahan, and these particular lines: \u201cI need to learn \/ not how to speak, but from where<\/em>.\u201d Here, I remember that my language has not appeared out of thin air. My parents\u2019 voices, the landscape of my hometown, the local pronunciations, the topics and issues that were revealed and concealed by my neighborhood, my class\u2014an abridged list of the many things that inflect my ideas and word choice. Remembering these tethers makes me imagine what tethers I might cast forward. I love \u201cSong\u201d and the collection it belongs to, Into Each Room We Enter without Knowing<\/em><\/a>, for how they remember and remind us of the bodies and voices that reach us at every turn. There\u2019s the loneliness of walking at night and passing the sounds and lights of a gay bar; there\u2019s more immediate physical touch, a man \u201cslipping the tongue \/ through the body\u2019s shutters\u201d; there is violent homophobia and racism, everywhere. Shanahan never makes anything mundane or belittled by comparison. He allows space for much to be consequential. People and things, violent or kind, arrive and inflect, whether by inches or miles. When I read Into Each Room<\/em>, I feel so precisely situated in a constellation. Whether the individual strands are clear or obfuscated, I am sure there is a web around me. I am beginning to understand, too, that it\u2019s possible to cast out from here with intention. I look around and see if my words are beginning to build a where<\/em>\u00a0that I want to be a part of, and continue speaking into. \u2014Spencer Quong\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Where do memes go when they die? What is the half-life of a viral phenomenon? Are we cursed to swim in our own digital filth for eternity? Perhaps none of these questions is worth thinking about for too long\u2014at this point, the internet is what it is\u2014yet each holds a permanent residence in my brain. Continuing to live online can often feel like a sick joke, or a rambling anecdote told by a stranger at a party, but sometimes webs form, jpegs align, and my attention to this space that isn\u2019t actually a space is rewarded. Case in point: the reemergence this week of the internet icon Bangs (or Ur Boy Bangz), a Sudanese Australian rapper who wants to take us places. I suppose most artists aspire on some level to transport their audience, but Bangs literally wants to take \u201cu\u201d to a theater, to a restaurant, to a coffee shop. In 2009, my brothers and I gathered around a desktop computer and snickered at his earnest ode to date night, \u201cTake U to Da Movies<\/a>.\u201d We decried its sweet and silly lyrics (\u201cHey, shorty, you really looking nice\u2009\/\u2009Let me take you to the movie \u2019cause I know you like\u201d) and mercilessly berated the buzz of its gnatty melody. The joke was on us. Ten years later, I\u2019m humming Bangs\u2019s new destination-based tunes as I wait in line at a pricey Italian sandwich shop. There\u2019s \u201cTake U to Starbucks<\/a>,\u201d about wanting to start the morning off right by buying someone a five-dollar cup of joe. There\u2019s \u201cTake U to McDonald\u2019s<\/a>,\u201d in which Bangs brags about getting the best deals at the drive-through. And then there\u2019s the crown jewel of this fast-food trilogy, \u201cTake U to KFC<\/a>,\u201d a lurking, swaggering banger whose fluty beat recalls Future\u2019s smash hit \u201cMask Off<\/a>.\u201d Much of hip-hop is elaborate posturing and braggadocio, but Bangs chooses to flex in the most banal way possible: by purchasing a standard amount of food from the most basic fried chicken restaurant in the world. Somehow, listening to this makes me feel invincible. That feeling won\u2019t go away, even if Bangs has since renounced fast food and attempted to scrub all traces of his trash-cuisine triptych. But he should know better than anyone that once you release something onto the internet, it doesn\u2019t die. It enters the stream. It feeds into the pool. It dances on and on. \u2014Brian Ransom<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Domenica Martinello.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Growing up, I regularly scoured my local library for any books that vaguely mentioned mermaids, so when I heard about Domenica Martinello\u2019s forthcoming poetry debut, All Day I Dream about Sirens<\/em><\/a>, I requested a copy based on the title alone. But the poems surpassed my highest expectations; they are so deeply clever that every few pages I was reaching for sticky notes to flag stanzas and trying not to shriek with glee. Martinello evaluates the siren as an object of both fantasy and horror, adopting the voices of mermaids from Homer to Starbucks to examine branding, embodiment, and personal identity under capitalism. Her poems read like a contemporary Greek chorus, proffering up trees and tides and gasps through an enviable command of lyric and form. In \u201cThirteen Ways to Optimize Your Underwater Brand,\u201d she unfurls a critical recollection of mermaid lore: \u201cvarious ages spawn a lolling trollop\u2009\/\/\u2009animal pastiche\u2009\/\/\u2009high camp\u2009\/\/\u2009niche\u2009\/\/\u2009bestselling Barbie\u2009\/\/\u2009rainbow titillation\u2009\/\/\u2009underage hair combing with a fork.\u201d Her observations rest on these sharp turns, which can transform something beautiful into a threat across a single line. Martinello\u2019s sirens come to represent a form of empowerment that balances on the edge of objectification, a dichotomy she recognizes within her own history. In \u201cHapax Song,\u201d she asks, \u201cWhat do you know\u2009\/\u2009about ethereal? About being startled\u2009\/\u2009like a drawer of dropped forks?\u201d I wanted to scream these poems off a cliff, whisper them at the water\u2019s edge, trail them down the arm of everyone I meet. \u2014Nikki Shaner-Bradford<\/strong><\/p>\n

There should be more projects like Keeping\u2009\/\u2009the window open<\/em><\/a>, an anthology from Wave Books that compiles interviews, poems, prose, ephemera, and images to illustrate the life and work of Keith and Rosmarie Waldrop. The form itself is an homage to the palimpsest of their careers. Edited by Ben Lerner and introduced by Aaron Kunin, this anthology takes seriously both its subject and its readers\u2014the work contained within the book\u2019s satisfyingly oversize trim measurements (it\u2019s a hybrid: part art book, part paperback) demands careful attention. You can\u2019t breeze through this amalgam by skimming, or cheat your introduction to the Waldrops, who, when they weren\u2019t practicing their own art, cofounded and ran Burning Deck, a small-press bastion of the late-twentieth-century avant-garde. There\u2019s a particularly brilliant essay on the art of translation, along with a copy of Keith Waldrop\u2019s dissertation, \u201cAesthetic Uses of Obscenity in Literature.\u201d Open to any document and dive in, but know that you hold in your hands something much more than the sum of its parts. \u2014Lauren Kane<\/strong><\/p>\n

The first twenty minutes of Claire Denis\u2019s High Life<\/em><\/a> are almost sweet\u2014a simple story of a father raising his infant daughter. The catch: they\u2019re on a spaceship in the near future that functions as both a jail and a laboratory. All the other inmates are now dead, the ship is outside the earth\u2019s solar system, and this is the calm after a long storm. As he tinkers with a water-recycling system, the father instructs his child: \u201cDon\u2019t drink your own piss, and don\u2019t eat your own shit. That\u2019s what we call a taboo.\u201d The child squeals \u201ctab-boo, tab-boo\u201d in response, and we\u2019re off. What follows is an exploration of various transgressions\u2014both of social boundaries and cinematic structure. The narrative lurches back and forth in time, stumbling, like the inmates on the spaceship, from calm contemplations of galactic vistas to brutal moments of violence. Denis pulls no punches. Rape, murder, and masturbation are all shown unflinchingly. Yet the father-daughter relationship, which never tips over into the perverse, feels like the most terrifying element, ripe with potential danger. As in much of Denis\u2019s work, bodies take the center stage, even in the large cosmic landscape; the horror of the body\u2014its fluids, its needs\u2014seems to be the strange, pulsing force of the movie. High Life <\/i>is not a \u201cgood film,\u201d but it is good cinema. It works on the viewer, disorienting and dislocating, testing the boundaries of what a camera can, and should, allow us to see. The dark box of the theater and the dark box of the spaceship, at some point in the process, meld into one, and the horror of the human world becomes inescapable. This is a film that takes time to process, not because it\u2019s perfect or deeply metaphorical but because it actually dares to represent something true about human nature, about the terror of touch, whether violent or tender. \u2014India Ennenga<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Still from High Life<\/em>. \u00a9 2018 Alcatraz Films\u2014Pandora Film Produktion.<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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