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Time Regime
A collection of experiments, mechanical dream logs, epistolaries, and field notes, Time Regime (April 2022, Gaudy Boy) — winner of the 2021 Gaudy Boy Poetry Book Prize — assembles an emergent mutant body intent on interrupting neoliberal imperialism’s rhythms and expectations.
Disassembling and reassembling the marginalized body through the intersecting lenses of ecofeminism and necrosociality, the poems in Time Regime form a poetic fugue that defies regimes of purity and correctness, in an historical epoch demarcated by violence, discipline, and erasure. Time Regime traces the lives, ecological contexts, and dreams of multiple beings— rice germ, red ticks, a grandmother’s skin cells, limestone deposits, machine intelligence, shaggy language, the poet, no-self, or the mythological winged cow Surabhi—as they collide and float in parallel vectors. Displaced and seeking, these spectral and material bodies erode and recombine at the edges of domestic ruin, ecological collapse, and state-sanctioned death, delivering an image of presence that seeks communion with mess.
In their transcending debut, Jhani Randhawa posits an alternative figuration for the post-modern self—one untethered by oppressive regimes marked by systems of silence—and gives us a body that transforms itself into a site of resistance by bearing witness to our living.
Disassembling and reassembling the marginalized body through the intersecting lenses of ecofeminism and necrosociality, the poems in Time Regime form a poetic fugue that defies regimes of purity and correctness, in an historical epoch demarcated by violence, discipline, and erasure. Time Regime traces the lives, ecological contexts, and dreams of multiple beings— rice germ, red ticks, a grandmother’s skin cells, limestone deposits, machine intelligence, shaggy language, the poet, no-self, or the mythological winged cow Surabhi—as they collide and float in parallel vectors. Displaced and seeking, these spectral and material bodies erode and recombine at the edges of domestic ruin, ecological collapse, and state-sanctioned death, delivering an image of presence that seeks communion with mess.
In their transcending debut, Jhani Randhawa posits an alternative figuration for the post-modern self—one untethered by oppressive regimes marked by systems of silence—and gives us a body that transforms itself into a site of resistance by bearing witness to our living.
- GenresPoetry
144 pages, Paperback
Published April 1, 2022
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November 20, 2022
Jhani eviserates articulation; as they bring reprieve to nomenclature; that of gods and goddesses- they plow the fields of knowledge and weight. Too, a dolesome shake where comest fruit toward the basin of astral. Others may fend off this royal right or divine merit nay, we are much better for that bearer of lightness. A travel guide we could say Jhani writes of ultra-dimensional travel, what to see what to spayed, no new blue jeans wearing a Kenyan masai earring and wondering off in vision quest. Stone temples where a wick always and never burns, wild like fiery loam put chances on me sweet Jhani- we come unfolded and see the shadows of goodbyes, a crucifix on obliteration
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April 5, 2022TIME REGIME, winner of the 2021 Gaudy Boy Poetry Prize by Jhani Randhawa, is out now! *published April 1st 2022* 📚 A huge thanks to @gaudyboysu (NYC-based indie press) for gifting me an advanced readers' copy. It's always an honor to help amplify Asian voices, now more than ever.
Finishing this poetry collection is like waking up from an intense dream. Highly cerebral and dense, this transcending debut rages against the tethers of an oppressive, neoliberal, and misogynist regime in the form of dream logs, epistolaries, and field notes. This is a body of work capable of activating our collective unconscious—an image, feeling, or idea is shared to an ecological extent. One good example used by Randhawa is the concept of grief. While gathering notes for my book review, I came across one of the author's interviews wherein they stated, "I think this work is infused with years of grieving and grief — and grief that preceded me, grief that I inherited. I grieve the living world every day. Even when not in a space of grieving, still the drum beat of loss. The drums of loss: I just conceal them and echo them and that loss is ecological." Just. Sublime.
Distant yet intimate, strange yet familiar, disjointed yet harmonious, this challenging literary piece made me feel nostalgic for a memory I couldn't seem to recall.
Finishing this poetry collection is like waking up from an intense dream. Highly cerebral and dense, this transcending debut rages against the tethers of an oppressive, neoliberal, and misogynist regime in the form of dream logs, epistolaries, and field notes. This is a body of work capable of activating our collective unconscious—an image, feeling, or idea is shared to an ecological extent. One good example used by Randhawa is the concept of grief. While gathering notes for my book review, I came across one of the author's interviews wherein they stated, "I think this work is infused with years of grieving and grief — and grief that preceded me, grief that I inherited. I grieve the living world every day. Even when not in a space of grieving, still the drum beat of loss. The drums of loss: I just conceal them and echo them and that loss is ecological." Just. Sublime.
Distant yet intimate, strange yet familiar, disjointed yet harmonious, this challenging literary piece made me feel nostalgic for a memory I couldn't seem to recall.
October 18, 2022
I had the honour of blurbing Jhani's debut collection:
Time Regime will implode you with its immanence. The poetics of Jhani Randhawa are subcutaneous in their study, blistering in their affect, irresistible in their cadences of language, both apocalyptical and unyielding in their technical, exploratory forms. “I dance inside what I was never meant to inherit”, one speaker tells us, and as instinctively are we drawn into the rhythms these poems summon, nacreous rituals of anti-conquest, postcolonial resignification, cartographies of the corporeal, transgressive urgencies.
If these are the poems that await us at the end of the world, then the end of the world will have been worth it.
Please, live with Jhani's work. Buy this debut. Breathe it in.
Time Regime will implode you with its immanence. The poetics of Jhani Randhawa are subcutaneous in their study, blistering in their affect, irresistible in their cadences of language, both apocalyptical and unyielding in their technical, exploratory forms. “I dance inside what I was never meant to inherit”, one speaker tells us, and as instinctively are we drawn into the rhythms these poems summon, nacreous rituals of anti-conquest, postcolonial resignification, cartographies of the corporeal, transgressive urgencies.
If these are the poems that await us at the end of the world, then the end of the world will have been worth it.
Please, live with Jhani's work. Buy this debut. Breathe it in.
September 19, 2025
mapping the edges of access, challenging their certainty. eh its fine.
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