blud is not for the faint of heart, in more ways than one. To start with, Feng Sun Chen is a master of what I will call "dirty beauty." The words are so vivid they almost mask the overtly sexual meaning behind them. Much like Lindsay Hunter's stories, blud will shock you and awe you. In a good way!
If you haven't seen a physical copy of blud, you should beg, borrow, or buy. The binding, a hand-crafted job from Spork Press, is beautiful. Much congratulations on that, and I truly hope this is the future of the physical book.
But blud is a difficult/challenging read. While I liked the language of her poetry, it can often feel very un-grounded. Most of the poems are heavily abstracted and difficult to draw meaning from. It may be obvious from my review, but it should be said that I'm not a big fan of language poetry. Still, I would have liked to walk away with more.
One last thing - the author bio. A quick internet search confirmed that the author is not, in fact, a potato. I'm not seriously bothered by this little joke, but I did find it disheartening when I had finished blud and wanted to know more about its author.
good. not great, but at points teetered with it, just seemed like some missing nozzle needed a bump & off these poems would go. still a good read, however. the lyrical anxiety towards the end was quite inspirational. machine blud funk.
Feng's poetry is intuitive and compelling. And surprising! Spork always puts out amazing stuff and this is no different. I will definitely read anything FSC puts out.