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Dreaming My Animal Selves/Le Songe de Mes Ames Animales by Helene Cardona
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it was amazing

HÉLÈNE CARDONA is the atom split in half—that gave us flowers.

Her poetry is pregnant with ebrious dreams of animal selves; sewn into paper, into the delving poets, and into the veil of Jung. The fabaceous pillow she must dream from, that grows alongside the childlike helix of scalary mysticism: the translation of clouds from the ground, from Earth’s pillow.

When you meet a poet like HÉLÈNE, in part you meet the ghost of Anna Akhmatova, who whispered "Requiem" into the saxicolous minds of mankind. She breaks the rocks in half by the water of her poetry. The dream-state of such a poet is galvanic to the Ether, and her gentle ocean-self is the anchor that haunts the bottom. HÉLÈNE is the particle unlost, and the atoms of her poetry are flowers that last.

This book will unravel the zenith, and the celestial spheres we call dreams. She is the atom split in half—that gave us flowers.


Alan Patrick Traynor

Dublin, 2013
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