Ozalid

by Biswamit Dwibedy

Poetry. "Biswamit's poems arrive and depart simultaneously, or at least give an impression of being both a trail ahead and a trail behind a moving figure. This seems to me to be a cosmic figure, in the spirit of Jesus, because of its gleam and disappearance. What is thrown, like wheat or gold, flies, falls, vanishes but leaves marks. The marks are all we have to judge the figure by. I guess that is called a sleight of hand? This is the way I understand them, in any case, and feel their pain as being a suffusion of which there is no more or less than what is written"--Fanny Howe.

Genres: Poetry

96 pages, Paperback

First published April 1, 2010

Reviews

[Aral · Rating 5 out of 5]

It read as if a glass menagerie were opened and all the glass remains were to be seen by the naked eye. For the mean were naked and stripped bare compartments as partitioned in the indents. For this was a book of indents. The caesura was the only thing different upon the face of the comic book, and that might preface what is coming next. For if it ring in their head it's a reel of a ring. And if I had a child I'd name him Fat and if my name were the new year you'd wear it for goggles. Skip me not upon this prose or beset by beasts a strange word would be for there was a strange word upon this page. Eat the ornaments off the tree and you've lost your mind for grapes.

[Colorado Review]

Reviewed for Colorado Review by Jacqueline Lyons