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Home is a collection of snapshots. Part narrative poetry, part memoir, and wholly unusual, it is an honest, messy, beautiful, at times brutal account of navigating collective living, sex, love, fear, and self-discovery as a young artist.
Home is a collection of snapshots. Part narrative poetry, part memoir, and wholly unusual, it is an honest, messy, beautiful, at times brutal account of navigating collective living, sex, love, fear, and self-discovery as a young artist.
48 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2014
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Clementine von Radics
8 books1,383 followersClementine von Radics is the author of "Mouthful of Forevers" and the founder of Where Are You Press. She lives in Portland, Oregon.
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January 31, 2016
I bought Wrong Side of a Fistfight and got “Home” for free with it, which is a good thing because I might otherwise have regretted buying it. I felt much the same about this poetry collection as I did with 'Love & Misadventure', it makes the same mistakes and has many of the same flaws.
I don’t want poetry to be incomprehensible, I want it to make sense, but without being obvious. I want it to have meaning you grasp at the get-go and some you have to look for. Most of the poems in this seemed to advertise their meaning, to wear it bluntly on their sleeve, which can be a strength for some, but sadly isn’t in this case. The I seems at times almost infantile, which again, could be a strength, but when the I goes back and forth between being ‘adult’ and ‘child’ it gets confusing and I’m not sure it’s supposed to come off as infantile, as childish, as it does.
Another thing is that it’s internet poetry, it started online and I have immense respect for Von Radics for starting up Where Are You Press, it’s an amazing feat and I love what she’s trying to do with it. However, sometimes the internet bleeds into her poetry. There’s an ‘internet speak’ to it that falls completely out of place, for me, anyway, perhaps I only see it because I spend so much time on tumblr myself. And sometimes things just don’t seem to make a lot of sense?
Like these lines:
“I’m worried I will earthquake
from my body”
“You keep trying to turn your heart
bomb shelter.”
Yes, I understand what she’s getting at, but the phrasing is really odd and the sentence loses meaning. It’s not a bad thing to be precise in poetry, please don’t fear it.
Or this:
“What no one ever talks about
is how dangerous hope can be.
Call it forgiveness
with teeth.”
A classic example of something sounding really good, but not making any sense. Why is hope like forgiveness with teeth? What do hope and forgiveness share that one could be the other with teeth? I honestly just don’t get it. I really don’t. It seems there is no immediate meaning in it, it simply conjures up a pretty image, but leaves meaning behind. It’s a little lazy, but an easy enough thing to overlook if you’re not paying attention. Sadly, I was.
Mostly it just feels banal and too obvious. There were no epiphanies, no surprises, and very few places where I thought “Huh, that’s interesting”. It presented life to me in a way that felt familiar and therefore trivial. It kept pushing to break boundaries, to be honest, but fell short almost every time and landed squarely in “well known and too worn” territory. Short and forgettable.
Perhaps she fares better in her other books. I hope so, but I don’t think I’ll continue with her work. There wasn’t enough good moments in this to make me want to.
I don’t want poetry to be incomprehensible, I want it to make sense, but without being obvious. I want it to have meaning you grasp at the get-go and some you have to look for. Most of the poems in this seemed to advertise their meaning, to wear it bluntly on their sleeve, which can be a strength for some, but sadly isn’t in this case. The I seems at times almost infantile, which again, could be a strength, but when the I goes back and forth between being ‘adult’ and ‘child’ it gets confusing and I’m not sure it’s supposed to come off as infantile, as childish, as it does.
Another thing is that it’s internet poetry, it started online and I have immense respect for Von Radics for starting up Where Are You Press, it’s an amazing feat and I love what she’s trying to do with it. However, sometimes the internet bleeds into her poetry. There’s an ‘internet speak’ to it that falls completely out of place, for me, anyway, perhaps I only see it because I spend so much time on tumblr myself. And sometimes things just don’t seem to make a lot of sense?
Like these lines:
“I’m worried I will earthquake
from my body”
“You keep trying to turn your heart
bomb shelter.”
Yes, I understand what she’s getting at, but the phrasing is really odd and the sentence loses meaning. It’s not a bad thing to be precise in poetry, please don’t fear it.
Or this:
“What no one ever talks about
is how dangerous hope can be.
Call it forgiveness
with teeth.”
A classic example of something sounding really good, but not making any sense. Why is hope like forgiveness with teeth? What do hope and forgiveness share that one could be the other with teeth? I honestly just don’t get it. I really don’t. It seems there is no immediate meaning in it, it simply conjures up a pretty image, but leaves meaning behind. It’s a little lazy, but an easy enough thing to overlook if you’re not paying attention. Sadly, I was.
Mostly it just feels banal and too obvious. There were no epiphanies, no surprises, and very few places where I thought “Huh, that’s interesting”. It presented life to me in a way that felt familiar and therefore trivial. It kept pushing to break boundaries, to be honest, but fell short almost every time and landed squarely in “well known and too worn” territory. Short and forgettable.
Perhaps she fares better in her other books. I hope so, but I don’t think I’ll continue with her work. There wasn’t enough good moments in this to make me want to.
February 28, 2023
First cry of 2023 thanks to this book, I love it so much
September 26, 2014
No sé, tengo un problema con este tipo de poesía de tumblr (por falta de un mejor calificativo). La verdad me parece que los poemas funcionan porque tienen uno o dos versos muy buenos e imponentes... el resto del poema es simple relleno, una excusa casi.
December 31, 2015
Home by Clementine Von Radics Home is a collection of snapshots. Part narrative poetry, part memoir, and wholly unusual, it is an honest, messy, beautiful, at times brutal account of navigating collective living, sex, love, fear, and self-discovery as a young artist.I found most of her poems on tumblr and found out she wrote a book and picked both of them up I read all of them and I connected so much to her words I loved them you have to pick her work up .- Christina
January 28, 2014
Clementine is an incredible author. Her poetry is gritty and beautiful at the same time, haunting and healing. All in all, a beautiful collection.
March 1, 2019
I've had this book on my TBR for quite a few years now, so I decided to finally pick it up! I enjoyed this and found some of the poems to be really hard hitting and beautiful, but it was a quick read and after reading some of her newest work, it reflected how much she'd grown as a writer/poet from when this was published. I recommend this if you like poems by poets such as Lang Leav, Trista Mateer, Michael Faudet.
'Your body is a map
I know every inch of,
and if anyone else
were to kiss me,
all they would taste
is your name.'
'Everyone else isn't you.
It turns out that's a huge problem for me.'
'When he shows up in
your nightmares,
don't offer your forgiveness.
When he offers you his lips,
go for the throat.'
'She will understand why
you do not look in the back of closets.
Why you are afraid of every groan
in the cold sweat of night.
She will know
every corner of you
is haunted by me.'
'I don't know how to be beautiful.
I don't know how to be gentle.
There is a right way to be this gender.
It has been taught to me
since birth. I have failed every class'
'Getting everything you ever wanted does not make you want less
... When will I stop belonging
to this hungry thing inside me?
What no one ever talks about
is how dangerous hope can be.
Call it forgiveness
with teeth.'
'You keep trying to turn
your body bulletproof.'
'I drank you like the cure,
when maybe
you were the poison.'
'Your body is a map
I know every inch of,
and if anyone else
were to kiss me,
all they would taste
is your name.'
'Everyone else isn't you.
It turns out that's a huge problem for me.'
'When he shows up in
your nightmares,
don't offer your forgiveness.
When he offers you his lips,
go for the throat.'
'She will understand why
you do not look in the back of closets.
Why you are afraid of every groan
in the cold sweat of night.
She will know
every corner of you
is haunted by me.'
'I don't know how to be beautiful.
I don't know how to be gentle.
There is a right way to be this gender.
It has been taught to me
since birth. I have failed every class'
'Getting everything you ever wanted does not make you want less
... When will I stop belonging
to this hungry thing inside me?
What no one ever talks about
is how dangerous hope can be.
Call it forgiveness
with teeth.'
'You keep trying to turn
your body bulletproof.'
'I drank you like the cure,
when maybe
you were the poison.'
July 16, 2017
Yes yes yes. All the yes. Remind me to reread every time the monsters rear their ugly heads. I read this in a sunny garden by a lake. This sends shivers down my spine in the best of ways. This book could have been written by me it was so poignant. Oh yeah but I am not as good a poet as Von Radic. One to keep forever 💚
January 17, 2020
I love this book because it's smaller than their other books and thus easier to fit in my purse. This is more a collection of poems in their other poems, although it's published earlier so they are earlier versions.
June 20, 2017
Beautiful, short book of poetry. Her youthful voice puts words to a lot of the movement and uncertainty that comes with finding yourself and connecting to others.
May 16, 2018
i am, as i told a friend, afraid of Clementine von Radics soul in the best possible way.
dnf
January 2, 2021Just not for me.
November 5, 2017
2.5 / 5 stars
February 7, 2017
"Bruce Banner was not always The Hulk."
June 20, 2015
Top in the list of poetry books everyone in their late teens and twenties should read. In my first year of college, I used to carry around my signed copy with me everywhere I went. This collection of poems really speaks to what it's like to be young, to love, and to be afraid. The poems are just so honest and intimate. I actually think about Someday I Will Stop Being Young And Wanting Stupid Tattoos on a regular basis. I can't wait to get my hands on her latest book, Mouthful of Forevers.
January 2, 2015
My brother gave me this book as a Christmas present, and needless to say it was my favorite that year. It's such a petite book for how powerful it is. The perfect book to carry into the new year, I've been taking it with me wherever I go.
August 2, 2016
I was torn between giving it 2 or 3 stars. There are some horribly cheesy bad poems and there are some really good poems.
Many of these poems are also in her book "Mouthful of forevers". Why weren't they all just published in one book?
Many of these poems are also in her book "Mouthful of forevers". Why weren't they all just published in one book?
October 12, 2016
3 1/5 stars.
I was disappointed with her last book because I thought I was too old to fully appreciate it, but this one, on the other hand, made me feel young again, for some reason. I don't how that works but I guess that's just the magic of poetry..
I was disappointed with her last book because I thought I was too old to fully appreciate it, but this one, on the other hand, made me feel young again, for some reason. I don't how that works but I guess that's just the magic of poetry..
September 11, 2016
"...a mosaic of beautiful, senseless destruction."
March 12, 2015
when will i learn not to read poetry on my lunch break
especially on days i'm already a bit weepy
GOSH
especially on days i'm already a bit weepy
GOSH
June 17, 2015
I'm not one for critique. But I have a bunch of post its in here and I really liked it.
January 11, 2016
Great collection of poems. Most of it can be found in Mouthful of Forevers.
Otherwise, excellent writing.
Otherwise, excellent writing.
April 11, 2016
Quite lovely.
August 6, 2016
Powerful
April 20, 2018
I love Clementine’s writing, but couldn’t relate to this tiny little book much. Guess this one just isn’t for me.
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