Read as a retrospective and as a continued call for a
passionate caring for one another, TENDER offers us freedom in the face
of limitation: a working at setting free. Each section of this
collection captures a moment in time and feeling. Haunting, political, and
defiantly sexy, Laiwan’s voice is a guiding force. Ghostly images are
choreographed to leave us alerted to longing and hope, absence and presence. It
is as if the entire collection were a garden at different stages of growth,
with the inevitable decay and renewal that each season brings. (Deborah O, “Foreword”)
I’m
fascinated by this new book by Vancouver “visual artist, writer, activist, thinker,
speaker, and educator” Laiwan, her Tender: Selected Poems (Vancouver BC:
Talonbooks, 2020), especially given that this is the first I’ve been aware of
her name. The book is structured in dated poem-sections, providing some
interesting context for the length and the breadth of her ongoing work: “on
heroics” (1997), “notes towards a body I (mozambique)” (1998), “a mythology from
the earth” (1986), “untitled I” (2000), “LUNG: towards embodying” (2008), “ode
to a ferocious thistle” (2009), “untitled II” (2002), “notes towards a body II”
(1999), “to gut and a rise” (2002), “what is a park” (1996), “whale (contrary
to shaping a permanence)” (2002), “untitled III (poem for the week after the
summer solstice)” (2009), “thieves 1, 2, 3, 4, and tender 5” (2019) and “she
who had scanned the flower of the world” (1987). Her poems exist both as short
bursts and as small studies, poems and poem-sections that move back and forth
through a period of some thirty-plus years of thinking and composition. Hers are
a sequence of moments and thoughts slowed down and stretched, as she writes as
part of the poem “voice of the body,” from the opening section, “If feeling
is a language, how and what have I been taught to articulate?”
her hands washed my face
in motions that kept
my eyes clean and my heart
direct
we walked this path to
the pomegranate tree
she showed me the seed. she
showed me the sprout
she shows me the love of
earth : the root of perception
and from the sky
i imagine her bathing in
steam : flames of water
and from the sea
i imagine her diving for
anemone and dulse
and water laps against
her
moulding her clay into a
shape of smooth
strength and rock (“a
mythology from the earth”)
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