I found this volume after "How much / Does your tongue have to bleed" (7) showed up as a meme somewhere and I was so taken by it that I had to track down the author. (It took some getting used to that none of the poems are titled.) I would say that's the best of this collection; there are four poems that I've marked as really something to ponder again, but for the most part Hamdan's works are good at ideas but not quite as much execution. The ideas are great; there are several poems where there is one line or one image that just yanked at me and made me want to riff off of it into something new (e.g. "she chained her heart / To her rib cage...And she keeps wishing / On these decaying dandelions" p. 75). But they are couched in poems that feel flat, unfinished and rough, like the beginning of a college workshop before there are other hands to buff out the gems. I think Hamdan could be a solid poet in a few years, but for right now this is clearly a freshman entry into the poetic world that needed an editor and a critical eye. I hope Hamdan keeps writing, but I'll be passing this book along.
I’ve always wanted to have this book because I had always been curious from the quotes of this book after happening upon them here on Goodreads. So I sought for this title on Amazon and I was able to get one from the UK. Long story short, it got to me late because of the pandemic.
So for some time I have fallen in love with the first poem from this collection of poetry and I guess, now that I have this book in my hands (and having read the entire thing), it made me realize how words can affect us as human beings.
When I read that poem, years(?) back, I was in a different place and I felt it to my bone but now that those feelings have dissipated, I feel nothing after reading it. But still, it’s amazing. Regardless if my thoughts about it have changed.
Thank you Reuseaworld for this free book. Thank you Amazon. Lmao.