A Black poet performs a shamanic soul retrieval of the seven-hundred-year-old diasporic black arts tradition
Continuing her search for a neotropical mythos, in this brilliant second collection poet fahima ife articulates various scenes of subduction. Spoken in quiet recognition and grounded in desire, Septet for the Luminous Ones imagines a lush soundscape textured in oblique spiritual fusion of the Tano and Yoruba. Or, what it sounded like coming together for the first time, and what it sounds like ever after--breathless, diaspora calling. Similar to the incidents in Maroon Choreography, what resounds in these poems is an ecstatic love song of the Caribbean Americas, of the main lands and islands, shaped and reshaped as breathwork, ritual, communion, and fantasy. In essence, the collection speaks to raise the vibrational frequencies of all species on Earth through a sensual pulse of Black English.
From Alchemical Sirens
it flickers in
balsamic appeal
moist in the palms of our hands
a psalm a lamp a sap in our laps
an asp
plausible love song after love poems
were last put on hold
as in b l a ck a r t
the new black art is this --
find the lost soul and love it
A Black poet performs a shamanic soul retrieval of the seven-hundred-year-old diasporic black arts tradition
Continuing her search for a neotropical mythos, in this brilliant second collection poet fahima ife articulates various scenes of subduction. Spoken in quiet recognition and grounded in desire, Septet for the Luminous Ones imagines a lush soundscape textured in oblique spiritual fusion of the Tano and Yoruba. Or, what it sounded like coming together for the first time, and what it sounds like ever after--breathless, diaspora calling. Similar to the incidents in Maroon Choreography, what resounds in these poems is an ecstatic love song of the Caribbean Americas, of the main lands and islands, shaped and reshaped as breathwork, ritual, communion, and fantasy. In essence, the collection speaks to raise the vibrational frequencies of all species on Earth through a sensual pulse of Black English.
From Alchemical Sirens
it flickers in
balsamic appeal
moist in the palms of our hands
a psalm a lamp a sap in our laps
an asp
plausible love song after love poems
were last put on hold
as in b l a ck a r t
the new black art is this --
find the lost soul and love it