These poems are a study of emotions, a subtle symphonic venturing into the themes of love and loss. If you have been there, this collection is for you. --Lily Rose Tope
“Don't give me that sweep of a long line, love sudden, abloom, again.”
“Oh to hold the moment yet prolong the sore need to c o n s u m e . . . Did I come on too strong?”
“We thrash in the waters to undo a life we thought conjoined, buoyant, yet was not to be.”
“Nothing out of place in memory, nothing changed. But here where ashes settle, where cactus flowers bloom, it all begins again.”
“In a future moment, or past, waves race toward a shore and crash, only to slip away with failing time. Yet we return to this same coast, in fascination, or instinct, as if we too were meant to meet again and again, as if it to share the landscape were to belong,” or the entirety of the Batanes Postcard !!
“The hills surround and fortify the absent palace, the lake is like a moat; but what is strategic planning to we who merely backpack to seek the unfamiliar?”
ISABELA BANZON YOU’VE DONE IT AGAIN THIS IS SOOO GOOD. it never dethroned my love and fascination with Lola Coqueta, but this is one hell of a solid collection. i just really love her mind
This collection is saturated with grief and wistfulness. So much of what’s happening here is death: of a family member, of a friend, of a relationship. At some point I have begun thinking that perhaps the death of a beloved is the death of love. After the death of others we must simply go on, live our lives as we continue to keep them in memory and make occasional quips in order to lighten our burdens. Isabela Banzon puts sadness into words pretty well in this book.
This is Isabela Banzon's second full collection of poems. It is a lyricism of transgression and tenderness, of generous imagination as the self comes to terms with its displacement in the world.
There were a couple poems in here that I really liked, but overall I didn't enjoy it as much as I thought I would. When I woke up in the morning after reading it, I wasn't sure I had finished it because I didn't find it particularly impactful. It might have just been the mood I was in or what time it was when I was reading, which is why I haven't denounced it completely. It might be worth a reread farther down the road, when I'm in a different mood.
Lyrical, humble, spare, personal, painful -- Banzon's poetry reminds me of the lush but austere nature of the Philippines, the inviting and unknowable flow of people against us, the desire for transcendence (and the aching fall back to reality) that so many of us call life. Good stuff.