So happy this was the assigned reading for my English class, and even happier that I already owned it~ it found its way to me while I was sitting on Tanushri's floor, staring at her bookshelf and its little 'donation pile' (she said Do you want any of these? and i said this this this this!!!).
This is a really wonderful book, and just such a great poetry collection. It feels like a collection, not as poems that have been compiled together, but as poems woven and entangled. And it's so generous! Almost 200 pages of poetry in stanzas, prose, emojis (!!!), laid out horizontally, in all-caps, censored. A lot of poets play with form, and I think Alison Whittaker does it so well; it's always surprising, and meaningful.
In an audio recording of an interview a year or so ago, Alison Whittaker said she hated hearing that her work was important because "it's just not an interesting thing to say. There’s such an exciting, rich, sexy moment happening in Black literature right now that's completely denigrated by oblique references to its importance". I love the phrasing of Black literature as exciting, rich, and sexy, because I think it's often overlooked in terms of aesthetics/form, and only extracted through a cultural lens as 'what can I learn from this?'. They aren't binary things, but I think we should allow ourselves to read this book as a book, and indulge in the language of the story as much as the story itself.