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DescriptionI, to, can love you in my dialect, you know, punctuated with cicadas and their eternal afternoons -
To love in a language prised from my wishbone. To sing a landscape where village girls once burst the moon/ with giggles. To dance through the fattest eye of a rice-grain-- To do all these in peace and war is the wish embodied in Merlinda Bobis' poetry. From her epic poem Cantana of the Warrior Woman Daragang Magayon to lyric reflections on longing, and finally to an erotic poetry-dance-drama, Bobis traces the cartography of desire in its intimacy with death-- I am the mouth remembering the coupled heaving of women and men in another passion called a war I am deeply furrowed by the universal scar. |