Title | : | Curator of Ephemera at the New Museum for Archaic Media |
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ISBN | : | 1628962984 |
ISBN-10 | : | 9781628962987 |
Language | : | English |
Format Type | : | Kindle Edition |
Number of Pages | : | 111 |
Publication | : | Published March 1, 2017 |
Awards | : | Minnesota Book Award Poetry (2018) |
Curator of Ephemera at the New Museum for Archaic Media Reviews
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Autobiography as Gesture
All that I meant All my intent What I had to say
very very soft for the accrual of all that is fleeting and the idea that one could impose enough agency over that to curate it. wedging this in here with some favorite moments.
and all these labels meant to prove the thesis of
my love Remember I gave one to you? But I kept one too I had the kind
of faith that duplicates even in those days when we gave it all away
And then? We just let it go no record left of what it was so needed to be said
There was no Curator of Ephemera though if there were
she would be me -
Beautiful, weird, fascinating.
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I loved the museum theme, and the interplay with visual art--both through her poemeos/QR codes, and through poems in conversation with unseen works of visual art. The overall collection taught me a lot about how a collection can be made of disparate parts, and yet feel whole.
I don't speak a lick of Anishinaabe, but I loved the language lessons--seeing the poem in English, then in Anishinaabe, then again in English gave me a real sense of the way language does and does not change, and gave me plenty to chew on about how meaning is made in language.
Individual poems I particularly like: What Gathers (felt exactly like a Minnesota summer to me), Incantation on a Frank Big Bear Collage, Four Women, Lexiconography I/Clothes Pins. -
Like a museum, this collection is work of intellect + creativity. At times it is far-out cool, at times very heady and dry. Many of the pieces that direct the reader to online exhibits and supplemental work do not stand on their own for me, but I admire the undertaking.
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A beautiful collection. Really gets at the heart of tradition and technology, especially awe-inducing through the indigenous lens. Wished the sections of the book were a bit more clear, but ultimately this book resonates via poem-by-poem praxis. Exceptional!
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This is one of those books that one reads, thinks about and then returns to certain passages because there is something in there that sticks in a place that is hard to scratch. An interesting read.
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A book passed on from a friend, published by MSU Press. I adored it even more than I expected to. It took me a little while to learn how to read it. It's a true multi-media experience, with QR codes leading to videos that provide readings on some of the poems. Many other poems provide commentary to songs, mixtapes, paintings, art installations -- and looking up the original inspirations online (where available) almost always added invaluable depth and nuance to the poems.
What at first felt awkward drew me in deeper and further the more that I read. By the end I was clamoring for more! More poems! More paintings! Spotify playlists for the mixtapes! An interactive website to supplement the book! A rare instance in which I actually felt excited about an interconnected, multi-media, hypertext experience. Definitely my favorite use of QR codes so far.
An author I will definitely keep an eye out for in the future. -
Every word she writes is delicious, but this might be her most visually gorgeous book yet, with fantastic b&w artwork by Andrea Carlson, Maxell mixtape labels, and QR codes leading you to her awesome video poems. Many of these poems curate other artworks and writings by Indigenous artists. Playful, witty, smart. I love how she is always pushing in new directions with each book.
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Museum curators and librarians will adore these poems that riff on archaic media including QR codes, mix tapes, dark skies, endangered ecosystems and Native American language.
There was no Curator of Ephemera though if there were
she would be me -
“Once we suspended fire in the night sky / we could no longer see in the dark and darkness deserted us / we knew then the infinity of fire and how our fire hangs on us / How we must hang with fire.
—from poem “Hang Fire”