Svalina, the co-publisher of Octopus Books, loads this chapbook with a lot of great lines meditating (sometimes comically, sometimes obscurely) on the realities and "concepts" of being white. Sample: "If you put thirty white boys in a room eventually they will grow into one Jeff Bridges & three to four Jeff Goldblums.Five of them will skin their knees. Two of them will lose all their teeth. They will grow cold & they will remove what remains of their identities for the steel drum & burned cds of Bob Marley's Legend."
I'd been waiting weeks for this, and when it came last night in the mail, I read the whole thing while the sausage thawed in the pan. It may only be provocative because it's in the race room, not a very crowded room for white people, but this is conssidered a minor victory in the better of my two eyes. The lesser eye, let's call him Fin; Fin is impressed by the semantic games and whimsical tone. An impressive book well worth the slow speed in which my Wednnesday dinner developed.
mathias svalina on whiteness. wonderfully nuanced poetry jumping from jeff bridges to kanye west to ordinary white things -- all reading like they're out loud by different voices even when it's quiet and you're all alone and you realize the room is white.