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a powerful poetic debut some of the poems here evoke the untamed forces of nature in describing matters personal and political, while others point to the west s brutal history of misogyny and anti blackness her voice is distinct and rooted in the intimate knowledge of lived experience. I love this book so much I recommended it for Philadelphia Printworks Reading Series @Free Kindle ⚣ Cannibal ⚽ Colliding With And Confronting The Tempest And Postcolonial Identity, The Poems In Safiya Sinclair S Cannibal Explore Jamaican Childhood And History, Race Relations In America, Womanhood, Otherness, And Exile She Evokes A Home No Longer Accessible And A Body At Times Uninhabitable, Often Mirrored By A Hybrid Eve Caliban Figure Blooming With Intense Lyricism And Fertile Imagery, These Full Blooded Poems Are Elegant, Mythic, And Intricately Woven Here The Female Body Is A Dark Landscape The Female Body Is Cannibal Sinclair Shocks And Delights Her Readers With Her Willingness To Disorient And Provoke, Creating A Multitextured Collage Of Beautiful And Explosive Poems Tell the hounds who undressme with their eyes I have nothingto hide Safiya Sinclair, Center of the Worldsuch a stunning and powerful debut definitely need to re read this beauty over and over and can t wait to readin the future The author grew up in a Rastafarian family, which possessed few books but a dictionary So she read that, a feat this poetry collection underscores with its beautiful language It parallels in various ways Shakespeare s The Tempest, particularly with that play s Caliban character, and dives into the Americana of Thomas Jefferson at The University of Virginia Other poems remember biographical experiences With the multicultural perspective of a Jamaican American, she speaks up to make readers aware of factual history rather than the imperiousness which continues to underplay the contributions of slaves and natives and which tries to wipe her language of origin out These poems remain interesting again and again. Little Red Plum Crisis in the night My heart a little red plum in my mouth Glowing its small fire in the dark How you, hand on my breast, open my little animal cage to watch me burn, eyes marvelling at the birds that rush out My voice rising red balloons in the air My hands find a bright cardinal bleeding through your shirt, my name spreading softly on your tongue Swift cherry vine galloping, stitching warm skin to skin I reach for you, reach into the feathers of the dark, wanting to stay here, wanting to press each hour into vellum so tomorrow I may search and find our little blossom still unfurling there I slip slowly into your light, kiss my red plum into your mouth Here I give you all of me in this little pink cup hot mouthfuls of fevergrass, of wild Jamaican mint Here, in the shadow of this hothouse room, a red hibiscus blooms and blooms. We have no wordsfor how we dream to die young Dream to wake up one morningand learn there will be an early spring But how many ways can we reinvent violence I hold this winter in my mouth like a pearl America the Beautiful, Safiya SinclairRichly detailed and beautiful poems about colonialism, heritage, and being a black woman in a white patriarchal society. Cannibal pulsates with the lushness of Jamaica, its flora, fauna, rhythms, sea Red weaves through it, sign of rage and menstrual blood, color of birds, hibiscus, and sargassum The prefix un, meanwhile, pervades the text, modifying verbs and gerunds to describe either colonial suffering or the radical destruction of the processes producing it Michele LevyThis book was reviewed in the March April 2017 issue of World Literature Today magazine Read the full review by visiting our website I read this because it is one of the nominees for the Dylan Thomas Prize, a list that continues to provide me with poets I ve never heard of Safiya Sinclair is a Jamaican American, turning her focus to place and identity and the body, while also layering on some imagery and characters from Shakespeare I m not sure I picked up on everything on that layer There is also a connection to the etymology of the word cannibal, with its ties to the Caribe people after a few connections This idea of consuming the body, in a variety of ways, threads throughout these poems and is a smart name for the collection. I will grow heavy and silentand sick I will strip you right downto the bone I will take your name.I will take your homeand wake dark with a songon which you finally choke my black hair furring thickin the gawk of your throat. wangechi mutu, water woman Tell the hounds who undressme with their eyes I have nothingto hide I will spread myselfwide Here, a flesh of muscle Here,some blood in the hunt Now the centerof the world my incandescent cunt. Nobody warned you, cold as bone,how this hair uproots antenna, red ant stinger,this kiss and this kiss a thick nettle.No room on the boat for me.No Bible passage.No field guide to advise you to dress for fire,to bring a thicker whip.That what you thought was simple sparrowwas Jamaican grassquit.