'bluebird and other tattoos' by luna miguel // scrambler books, 2012
perhaps the most ‘surprising’ thing about this book is the ‘author’s note’ section
she lists a lot of yr ‘alt lit’ superheroes
but there’s a problem
luna has a sophisticated style that outdoes them all
the panache and elegance of these poems bludgeons the contemporary alt lit scene
she makes ‘flowery’ language beautiful again
she is a ‘precocious’ talent one of those poets that cause you to be instantly envious
she writes mostly in spanish, so ‘hats off’ to jeremy spencer for translating all of these
because they are sincerely beautiful
luna miguel is 22 but many of these poems are from her teenage years
but those ‘younger’ poems are frankly my favorite
yes, there are some ‘sexual awakening’ moments and even dives into longer form
but these early poems contain a refined boldness
from ‘poem & cigarette’
one hundred hours under the cricket call of daisies
fingers crossed for a quick return
curtains closed until the sun reclaims me
one hundred hours where Venus does no damage
take the scissors and look away
in the section called ‘good old neon’
luna moves into more repetition of verses, structure, ideas
'cave lunam' is a favorite
here’s part of it:
My flu is swine and malignant.
My flu is mad cow and bird.
My flu is badly translated Nietzsche
Pay attention to my swollen veins,
I keep Panero’s drool inside them.
Inside, the heart of a Kinder Egg
without a surprise:
Sylvia Plath Deceased,
David Foster Wallace Deceased,
Virginia, butterfly style, Deceased.
okk now’s the time to see how well metaphors can actually work in a poem from one of your contemporaries instead of writing every single thing provocatively concrete and brash
let’s convey emotion using the signs of culture and softly distorting them
let’s make friends with our words
let’s be lovely and gentle
let’s aim for more with our words
but luna still adapts this “ALT LIT” style with short bursts in places, but she pumps up the syllable count, word complexity, and acceptable imagery—she is writing about herself with more nuance
look here from “bark or die”
"Drugs that I have consumed. Medicines.
Mouths that I have rejected and now need.
Animal brains that my mother would cook
before changing cities
and to leave
the cockroaches of the cupboard
that’s yr “loneliness” and “drug references” rendered better than any of you or me have ever done #TRUTH
then not surprisingly she busts w/ this later in the same poem:
"I have seen the generation to which I belong and I hardly support it.
I have seen my generation renounce literature.
I have seen it and I am not interested.
I have seen it and I look too much.
I have seen it dead.”
yr new goal is for luna miguel to love yr writing