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Thresholes
Thresholes is both a doorway and an absence, a roadmap and a remembering. In this almanac of place and memory, Lara Mimosa Montes writes of her family's past, returning to the Bronx of the 70s and 80s and the artistry that flourished there. What is the threshold between now and then, and how can the poet be the bridge between the two?
- GenresPoetryNonfiction
112 pages, Paperback
First published May 12, 2020
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September 6, 2023
Third read 5/5 woahhh i get it more now
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Woosh. This text is intelligent and difficult and abstract and defiant and gaping. It reminded me of Theresa Hak Kyung Cha’s Dictee—both books are preoccupied with the stalls and fissures of language, of the impossible task of languaging the unlanguageable. I learned a lot about contemporary art. I had to research almost everything. My favourite part was the preface (“if this sounds dramatic, it’s because it was.”)
4/5
Parentheses allow me to retreat for myself, as well as to say some thing else. For whom are such a secret missives intended? Whoever is listening, I guess. When I’m writing, opposite me, there are always at least two people: somebody (an abstraction) sitting next to your ghost. - 63
We fled into what had not yet been written - 84
When I tried to do away with language and long periods without writing comments, I begin to feel sick. Imagine trying to unburden yourself daily of a secret that is not really yours to know or to give away. I struggle to write about the holes and the capacity to produce in me a shift. - 85
Is this a book about the thing from which I ran / rather than the one I had been running towards - 86
Belief like light foraging into the word - 87
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Woosh. This text is intelligent and difficult and abstract and defiant and gaping. It reminded me of Theresa Hak Kyung Cha’s Dictee—both books are preoccupied with the stalls and fissures of language, of the impossible task of languaging the unlanguageable. I learned a lot about contemporary art. I had to research almost everything. My favourite part was the preface (“if this sounds dramatic, it’s because it was.”)
4/5
Parentheses allow me to retreat for myself, as well as to say some thing else. For whom are such a secret missives intended? Whoever is listening, I guess. When I’m writing, opposite me, there are always at least two people: somebody (an abstraction) sitting next to your ghost. - 63
We fled into what had not yet been written - 84
When I tried to do away with language and long periods without writing comments, I begin to feel sick. Imagine trying to unburden yourself daily of a secret that is not really yours to know or to give away. I struggle to write about the holes and the capacity to produce in me a shift. - 85
Is this a book about the thing from which I ran / rather than the one I had been running towards - 86
Belief like light foraging into the word - 87
January 30, 2024
A little bit cloyingly twee, but in every other sense (and importantly in the quality of its prose) rises to meet the unique form it presents itself in. Time is a flat circle, and so is memory. Both a place and not a place. That'll be $20 + shipping, thank you.
September 28, 2025
I don't think I doubted my grasp of the English language as much as I did with this book.
Fragmentation and the concept of using that as a writing technique is great when creating a character descending into madness, but cobbling a bunch of words that don't make sense going together and then trying to gaslight the reader into thinking all that gibberish means something profound is actually so crazy to me, which honestly, makes me wonder how the author got luck to publish this book.
Also, you'd think this book is short and while the ebook said 51 pages, those were the longest 51 pages of my whole life.
All you really need to know is a woman loses someone in her life that she had a complicated relationship with and she has trauma and an endless void of grief and looking for meaning at whatever cost.
Fragmentation and the concept of using that as a writing technique is great when creating a character descending into madness, but cobbling a bunch of words that don't make sense going together and then trying to gaslight the reader into thinking all that gibberish means something profound is actually so crazy to me, which honestly, makes me wonder how the author got luck to publish this book.
Also, you'd think this book is short and while the ebook said 51 pages, those were the longest 51 pages of my whole life.
All you really need to know is a woman loses someone in her life that she had a complicated relationship with and she has trauma and an endless void of grief and looking for meaning at whatever cost.
June 29, 2021
An unusual book of lines and brief memories, as if they are stuck in one's mind, and have to be expressed alone and briefly, thereby constructing a book about the past, told in bits and pieces. Interesting with potential, but somewhat disconnected.
September 25, 2025
Just did not resonate with me in the way that Bluets (a structurally and thematically similar work) did. I would not be surprised if I was misunderstanding what this book was going for, and maybe I'd connect with it more on a second look, but I don't think it was for me.
May 12, 2020
Review to come!
June 11, 2020
stunning stunning stunning
May 16, 2023
Interesting chapbook of poems, break lines, passages centered around memory and contemporary art. Engaging book with beautiful moments sparsed through out, recommend for an afternoon read
November 15, 2023
This is an amazing book. I wanna be besties with this poet; watch movies and go to art shows and talk about death!!
April 1, 2024
I was right; I did like this a lot.
February 6, 2025
“We don’t have to come back. We don’t have to know who we are.”
August 2, 2020
❤️❤️❤️
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