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Thursday, February 22, 2018

Wreckage - Roberta Iannamico, Translated by Alexis Almeida (Toad Press)

Today's book of poetry:
Wreckage.  Roberta Iannamico.  Translated by Alexis Almeida.  Toad Press. La Verne, California.  2017.


Alexis Almeida's translations of the Argentine poet Roberta Iannamico make us believe that Iannamico has a great sense of humour.  This poet doesn't take herself too seriously which is just perfect for writing serious poems.  The poet who wrote Wreckage has a great sense of humour and Today's book of poetry always finds that it makes for an easy connect.

Iannamico writes poems the way one might tell a story to a friend you want to amuse.  These short narratives, while long on charm, don't hesitate to give you the details of every ordinary day.  Except that Wreckage is never ordinary.  Although never ostentatious these poems do cast off an unexpected light.  At times they almost sparkle.

A Friend of my Uncle's

A friend of my uncle's
a big guy
lying on the beach
a dog wakes him up
throwing itself on his back
above all I'm interested
in the part where the guy
caresses the dog
mangy
covering his hands
with the sleeves of his sweatshirt.

...

Sparkle certainly isn't the right word at all, what Today's book of poetry meant to suggest was that Iannamico radiates a certain happiness in all of her smallest details.  If not exactly happiness than perhaps she is surfing the Saint Milan of K's "unbearable lightness."

Roberta Iannamico's Wreckage is laced with poems that are tender without being fragile.  Almeida's versions of Iannamico's poems would lead Today's book of poetry to believe that she has captured the intended feel of the original Spanish, but these poems never read like translations.

Vegetable Stand

I say vegetables
potato onion tomato
if I'm playing the housewife
lettuce tangerine
if it's summer
if I want to be refreshed
artichoke cabbage
if the mother instinct overtakes me
honeysuckle
if I have self-esteem
to the clouds
broccoli cauliflower
just for fun
I go make bouquets
green beans
economy
kiwi
a fruit
that looks like an animal
red apples
I want to give myself over to luxury
green apples

I give myself over to frugality
pink grapefruit
a treasure for children
the sugar can be the lace
something masculine
the radishes the turnips
the garlic cloves
the celery the lemon
a pumpkin squash
to wake me up
with the morning light.

...

"Vegetable Stand" is a list poem of sorts and all of you followers of Today's book of poetry knows how much we love a list poem.  

Today's book of poetry's morning read was brightened considerably by the presence of our visiting niece Tinselvania.  Only recently returned from a trip to Berlin where she was hunting for an Art School.  We feted Tinsel with the finest beans and rice in town with a visit to Margo's, a Haitian kitchen.  I'm a complete sucker for the "deep fried cube pork" with a small serving of the razor hot Pikliz.  Tinselvania writes excellent poetry herself but disguises it as game-code.  Ms. T. made herself at home in our offices and sounded just like a regular when her turn came around.

Road

We stopped along the road
and my mom and I
ran to take a piss
we went down
to the tunnel
under the road
we ducked down
it made us laugh to hear the cars
just above us
with our butts out in the open
and the wind
blew against me
and I wet myself
we laughed
we laughed

...

Today's book of poetry felt instantly at home in the pages of Wreckage.  These poems made me laugh, wince, laugh.  Reading Roberta Iannamico was a bit like walking into a new room that felt instantly familiar.  

Wreckage is the second chapbook from Toad Press that has graced our pages.  Toad Press translations sound and feel so natural that you'd think these poems were written in English.  

Roberta Iannamico's Wreckage walked into the room, sat down in my reading chair, like an old friend coming to visit.  She and her poems have found a new friend.


Roberta Iannamico

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Roberta Iannamico has published many books of poetry, including El zorro gris, el zorro blanco, el zorro colorado (Vox, Bahía Blanca, 1997), Mamushkas (Vox, 1999), Tendal (del Diego, Buenos Aires, 2000), El collar de fideos (Vox, 2001), Celeste perfecto (Crudo, Buenos Aires, 2005), Dantesco (Vox, 2006), Muchos poemas (Voy a salir y si me hiere un rayo, Buenos Aires, 2008), Un día nuevo(edición de autora, 2013) Nomeolvides (Vox, 2015), and Qué lindo (Zindo & Gafuri 2015). She has also published various children’s books. She is a singer-songwriter, and conducts poetry workshops as well as song composition workshops for children and adults.

ABOUT THE TRANSLATOR
Alexis Almeida grew up in Chicago. Her poems and translations have appeared or are forthcoming Gulf Coast, The Brooklyn Rail, Prelude, TYPO, Dusie, and elsewhere. She is an assistant editor at Asymptote and a contributing editor at The Elephants. Her chapbook of poems, Half Shine, is recently out from Dancing Girl Press, and her translation of Florencia Castellano's Propiedades vigiladas [Monitored Properties] is recently out from Ugly Duckling Presse. She has received fellowships and residencies for Yaddo and the University of Colorado, where she completed her MFA. She recently spent the year living in Buenos Aires on a Fulbright research grant, where she has been compiling and co-translating an anthology of contemporary female poets living in Argentina.


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Saturday, October 8, 2016

roly poly/bicho bola - Victoria Estol (Toad Press)

Today's book of poetry:
roly poly/bicho bola. Victoria Estol.  Translated by Seth Michelson.  Toad Press.  La Verne, California.  2014.


roly poly/bicho bola is exactly the tonic that Today's book of poetry needed.  The air is cooling and the skies turning grey here in the nation's capital, winter is approaching, so what better than a chapbook that heats things up.  

Victoria Estol is a quick slap up the side our complacent heads.  These little ditties crack like a wisecracker cracks gum, a short tack of sound like the thwack of a silencer on a pistol.

Estol is bold and brash and brazen and we couldn't be happier.  roly poly/bicho bola is chapbook short and the poems are sometimes only two lines long but this stuff has a sizzle all its own.

dramatic arts

A new couple sits down up front. The work begins. They're close, almost
hand in hand. She laughs when there's no reason to. Her Poodle laughter in-
vades the piece. He grows increasingly uncomfortable with each outburst.

I don't touch my partner. I like to look without being touched. He makes
             a couple
attempts
but I pull away.

False applause.

The lights come on. The guy wants to ditch the laughing girl. Their
gestures are proof of it.

In the hallway, while they comment on the show's good and bad,
I drift past the guy and goose him. I look coyly at him and head to the
             bathroom.

I drop my panties, knowing he's sure to come.

...

Victoria Estol writes with a sexual candor and energy that raises the readers pulse.  Seth Michelson's translation warms right up to Estol's passion and bravado.

One thing Estol makes clear in these poems is that she sets her own agenda.  The women in these poems are empowered - they react to men if they choose, but never for them.

flesh and fingernail

i become again the cell that gave me life
i walk past the packets of sweetener you're not using
and lodge myself under the nail of your ring finger

i chew through your flesh, worm
carve your bone, termite
swim in your contradictory blood

against the current

i traverse you hippopotamus neck
scale your trachea
cut your vocal cords so you'll stop your speaking

arrive at your inner ear
scratch
slash your tympanic membrane

i fall in a crouch to the table and retake my seat
perch on my elbows on cold marble

and smile at you while i plot my coup.

*

You say, Your silence makes me nervous.
I look for my panties and leave.

...

Kathryn, our Jr. Editor, tried some reverse translating at our morning read today.  She took roly poly/bicho bola to her desk for an hour or so and came back with flames coming out of her nostrils. She gave us her version of roly poly/bicho bola in Spanish and it sounded beautiful - but to our dull ears only as beautiful as birdsong.  But after her swinging Espanol treat Kathryn turned around and hoodwinked us all with a knowing reading of it all in English.  Bless her cotton socks.

The staff of Today's book of poetry were in total agreement, roly poly/bicho bola rocked.

Airport

The bloodstain remains in the bathroom carpet. A watchful owl,
motionless, reminding them daily when they wake of what happened.

From intense red it fades to dry brown.

She'd once tried to clean it. Dropped to her knees and scrubbed it
till her bones ached, but failed.

Now she's heading to New York. In her carry-on she takes the book
by Carver that he'd gifted to her.
There's no dedication.

They did everything possible to avoid leaving tracks in each other's
              lives, Like
two expert assassins, they erased every footprint, set the runways ablaze.

He turned 45 degrees left. Found cloudless skies for his journey.

She'll never again wear high heels.

...

After reading roly poly/bicho bola Today's book of poetry really has only one response - we want more.  A full length collection from this Uruguayan gunslinger is in order.  Her aim is true.

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Victoria Estol
(Today's book of poetry believes this is a photo
of the poet Victoria Estol, our apologies if we
got it wrong.)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Victoria Estol was born in Montevideo, Uruguay, in 1983. Her poetry has earned a commendation from National Pablo Neruda Competition for Young Poets, and it is featured in the anthologies Cualquiercosario (2013), co-edited between Uruguay (Yaugurú) and Spain (Libros de la imperdible), and Fixture (2014), co-edited by the Argentine publishers Chuy and Malaletra. Her poetry also has appeared in a diversity of international journals. Bicho Bola (Yaugurú, 2013) is her first full-length book of poetry.

ABOUT THE TRANSLATOR
Seth Michelson is the author of Eyes Like Broken Windows (Press 53, 2012), as well as the chapbooks House in a Hurricane (Big Table, 2010), Kaddish for My Unborn Son (Pudding House, 2009), and Maestro of Brutal Splendor (Jeanne Duvall, 2005). His translation of El Ghetto(Sudamericana, 2003), by the internationally acclaimed Argentine poet Tamara Kamenszain, appears as The Ghetto (Point of Contact, 2011). He teaches the poetry of the Americas at Washington and Lee University, and he welcomes contact through his website.

Check out this video trailer for Victoria Estol's roly poly/bicho bola:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSC9IvWqRJo


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Poems cited here are assumed to be under copyright by the poet and/or publisher.  They are shown here for publicity and review purposes.  For any other kind of re-use of these poems, please contact the listed publishers for permission.

We here at TBOP are technically deficient and rely on our bashful Milo to fix everything.  We received notice from Google that we were using "cookies"
and that for our readers in Europe there had to be notification of the use of those "cookies.  Please be aware that TBOP may employ the use of some "cookies" (whatever they are) and you should take that into consideration.