Showing posts with label Isabel Sobral Campos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Isabel Sobral Campos. Show all posts

Thursday, October 23, 2025

Isabel Sobral Campos, The Optogram of the Mind Is a Carnation


Breaking the page the page
breaks in undue shattering
the bowl of its fragment is
a resonant beam the breaking
the physical well of internment
the page splitting a child’s con-
finement the blueprint of
mental death the age of a child
fluctuates with the punctuated
raptures of malignant expression
understanding foremost the bub-
bling of cruelty fizzes performs
page chew up internal breaching
point pulverized barkpaper leaf
chomping crushing page crack

The latest from American poet, publisher and translator Isabel Sobral Campos, is The Optogram of the Mind Is a Carnation (Brooklyn NY: Futurepoem, 2025), a title that follows a handful of her prior chapbooks and various translations, as well as the full-length collections Your Person Doesn’t Belong to You (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press, 2018) [see my review of such here] and How to Make Words of Rubble (Takoma Park MD: Blue Figure Press, 2020) [see my review of such here]. Set in a quartet of numbered sections, at first glance, The Optogram of the Mind Is a Carnation appears to be structured as an extended, continuous accumulation of phrases, piled and layered atop each other, working through language, recollection and footnotes, gathered along an edgeless lyric. “L’Oréal kids shampoo on growing // piles of books, E. Said, Mayan Letters,” the opening sequence begins, “& Clifford Geertz       I study // the past’s phosphorous signs [.]” Campos’ lyric assemblage responds to and is set between footnotes and quoted material around Portugal’s colonial history, a history that exists as the world’s longest-lived colonial empire, from (as Wikipedia offers) “the conquest of Ceuta in North Africa in 1415 to the handover of Macau to China in 1999.” Listen, as she quotes from the Bissau-Guinean and Cape Verdean agricultural engineer, political organizer, engineer and anti-colonial leader, Amilcar Cabral (1924-1973), from “The Facts About Portugal’s African Colonies,” which appeared in Unity & Struggle: Speeches and Writings of Amilcar Cabral (New York NY: Monthly Review, 1979):

‘Twenty thousand workers from Angola, Mozambique and the Cape Verde Islands work twelve hours a day on the settlers’ farms of San Tomé, in the heart of the equatorial zone. There is forced labour for public works in Guiné, Angola, and Mozambique, but in the later two it extends as well the privately owned companies. Every year 250 000 Angolans are rented out to agricultural, mining and contruction concerns. Every year 400 000 people of Mozambique are subjected to forced labour, 100 000 of whom are exported to the mines of South Africa and the Rhodesias. This trade in forced labour provides one of Portugal’s most stable sources of foreign currency.’  

There is an interesting way that Campos offers the prose and the lyric almost as point and counterpoint, allowing each to bounce off the other, utilizing collage across multiple levels, from quoted material and her own prose and staggered sentences and phrases, offering a collage of response slightly reminiscent of the work of American poet Susan Howe [see my review of her latest here], but far more complex in terms of fragments and structural layerings. Whereas Howe might work prose on one side and then a poem on another, even another section or two as well, within the boundaries of a single collection, Campos provides for dozens of smaller, more compact interactions and responses, providing a deeper conversation between sections, between footnotes, quoted material and her own explorations in response. Through the four extended stretches that connect to form The Optogram of the Mind Is a Carnation, Campos works to almost move in multiple directions simultaneously, providing less a linearity than an expansiveness across a large narrative and critical surface.

OPTOGRAM 6

A slave ship never docks the empty rips through its sails. It moans without a voice falling into a void it disappears the rogue salience of blood swelling in the rhythm of a disembodied breath inhaling exhaling a whirlpool of wrath but who sees you who gazes on to your gash of form your festered eruptions

A classroom in that space without light
Remnants of hidden truths
A blueprint designed for concealment 

Ensure the children do not learn, do not see it or hear it

 

Monday, February 08, 2021

Isabel Sobral Campos, How to Make Words of Rubble

 

Three blind ecology fills # rock. Thee filament hollow as gale tree
bursting with hurricane darts. Split tree is shaped
conch defangs undulating hemlock. Down below head on argillite.

Fragments impair her ability to think. All words for trembling
stumble beneath bedrock, arrayed in the draped forms of leaves

quaking through gusts, swirls.

Thee power enough to rattle thought
cowering blur
boundary cannot speak
 

I withhold words for storm in her native tongue.

Here a blank.    A roar.    Here an absence. 

What moves the tulip?
If not spit, teeth?
The chorus sings:
 

                    Word for bone is OLIGARCH (“X’s Speech:”)

As much as I’m enjoying Isabel Sobral Campos’ latest, How to Make Words of Rubble (Takoma Park MD: Blue Figure Press, 2020), I am wishing it had far better binding; I can barely open the book at all without considerable resistance, constantly worried the entire spine will rip apart as I read. How to Make Words of Rubble is a book-length lyric suite on mothers and daughters, weaving in references to Grendel and Grendel’s mother from the Anglo-Saxon epic poem Beowulf (AD 700-1000). “Your raspy chant of spring fallow throat,” she writes, “In that swamp exhales Grendel, spits him out [.]” Campos writes of and around the relationship between mothers and daughters, weaving in Old English and shifts in perspective across an incredible language and lyric of gestures, a gymnastics of sound and speech across the length and breadth of a book-length poem. “Grendel’s mother drags words from my mouth,” she writes, “‘The solar movements / for which our witnessing remains still meagre’ [.]” As she spoke of the collection as part of a recent interview at Touch the Donkey:

The idea of a choral ode is crucial for this book-long poem. In ancient Greek plays, the choral ode functions as a lyric interlude when a collectivity reflects on what is deeply troubling the community. A play’s main philosophical core often resides in these sung moments. The chorus lays out the struggle within the issue at stake. They delineate the complexity of what is happening, which is tragic. They often emphasize that there is no way to exit the conflict unscathed. So, I thought about this idea as I wrote the poem. I experimented with performative elements too, playing with sound, and through diction, evoking a collectivity speaking.

I am fascinated by the ways in which Campos composes projects, stretching her lyric across great distances, whether chapbook-length or book-length, and I am curious to learn more of how her poem-projects are conceived and constructed. How to Make Words of Rubble is a lyric of fragment, accumulation and transformation, composing a blurring and blending of image and character, and monsters, shadows and fear. In the centre of the collection, Campos writes: “You brush the wind from my face with your small hand / Used to bathe and old mother’s body / When Grendel as grief returns / Jutting through brickwork / Layered with scars / I have marked the stink of emotion / Each tree delineates past tremor / The rub of Grendel on winter’s back [.]”

When we look at the sun with shut eyes and see it is just another
day. I respond to all troubling facts by seizing upon more trouble.
Shedding my body’s vines. Small gestures of time turn within

me. Wrapped in slowness my motherhood weighs a child’s golden
weight. I comb her hair, flap her large ears, clutch the breathing slab

in the palms of her hands.

Water tastes like westward, bleeds more sentient

Recognizing the aroma of day, curry of some anonymous neighbor,
memory of summer as leaves trail to the ground

A daughter hesitates between spellings of the same sound:

                              A left (maimed way)
                       
      A warped manner

We move to the swamps lugging Grendel’s mother upon our backs
Her gentrifying corpse
The sun juts open within a cloud that takes on a morbid shape
 

A daughter’s first fears:

                              Clouds shaped like monsters
                       
      Mother monstrous
                       
      Warlike motherpaws


Thursday, January 07, 2021

Touch the Donkey supplement: new interviews with Feld, Campos, MillAr, Samuels, Lor, Bowering + hanna,

Anticipating the release next week of the twenty-eighth issue of Touch the Donkey [a small poetry journal], why not check out the interviews that have appeared over the past few weeks with contributors to the twenty-sixth issue: Kate Feld, Isabel Sobral Campos, Jay MillAr, Lisa Samuels, Prathna Lor, George Bowering and natalie hanna.

Interviews with contributors to the first twenty-six issues (over one hundred and seventy interviews to date) remain online, including: Jill Magi, Amelia Does, Orchid Tierney, katie o’brien, Lily Brown, Tessa Bolsover, émilie kneifel, Hasan Namir, Khashayar Mohammadi, Naomi Cohn, Tom Snarsky, Guy Birchard, Mark Cunningham, Lydia Unsworth, Zane Koss, Nicole Raziya Fong, Ben Robinson, Asher Ghaffar, Clara Daneri, Ava Hofmann, Robert R. Thurman, Alyse Knorr, Denise Newman, Shelly Harder, Franco Cortese, Dale Tracy, Biswamit Dwibedy, Emily Izsak, Aja Couchois Duncan, José Felipe Alvergue, Conyer Clayton, Roxanna Bennett, Julia Drescher, Michael Cavuto, Michael Sikkema, Bronwen Tate, Emilia Nielsen, Hailey Higdon, Trish Salah, Adam Strauss, Katy Lederer, Taryn Hubbard, Michael Boughn, David Dowker, Marie Larson, Lauren Haldeman, Kate Siklosi, robert majzels, Michael Robins, Rae Armantrout, Stephanie Strickland, Ken Hunt, Rob Manery, Ryan Eckes, Stephen Cain, Dani Spinosa, Samuel Ace, Howie Good, Rusty Morrison, Allison Cardon, Jon Boisvert, Laura Theobald, Suzanne Wise, Sean Braune, Dale Smith, Valerie Coulton, Phil Hall, Sarah MacDonell, Janet Kaplan, Kyle Flemmer, Julia Polyck-O’Neill, A.M. O’Malley, Catriona Strang, Anthony Etherin, Claire Lacey ,Sacha Archer, Michael e. Casteels, Harold Abramowitz, Cindy Savett, Tessy Ward, Christine Stewart, David James Miller, Jonathan Ball, Cody-Rose Clevidence, mwpm, Andrew McEwan, Brynne Rebele-Henry, Joseph Mosconi, Douglas Barbour and Sheila Murphy, Oliver Cusimano, Sue Landers, Marthe Reed, Colin Smith, Nathaniel G. Moore, David Buuck, Kate Greenstreet, Kate Hargreaves, Shazia Hafiz Ramji, Erín Moure, Sarah Swan, Buck Downs, Kemeny Babineau, Ryan Murphy, Norma Cole, Lea Graham, kevin mcpherson eckhoff, Oana Avasilichioaei, Meredith Quartermain, Amanda Earl, Luke Kennard, Shane Rhodes, Renée Sarojini Saklikar, Sarah Cook, François Turcot, Gregory Betts, Eric Schmaltz, Paul Zits, Laura Sims, Stephen Collis, Mary Kasimor, Billy Mavreas, damian lopes, Pete Smith, Sonnet L’Abbé, Katie L. Price, a rawlings, Suzanne Zelazo, Helen Hajnoczky, Kathryn MacLeod, Shannon Maguire, Sarah Mangold, Amish Trivedi, Lola Lemire Tostevin, Aaron Tucker, Kayla Czaga, Jason Christie, Jennifer Kronovet, Jordan Abel, Deborah Poe, Edward Smallfield, ryan fitzpatrick, Elizabeth Robinson, nathan dueck, Paige Taggart, Christine McNair, Stan Rogal, Jessica Smith, Nikki Sheppy, Kirsten Kaschock, Lise Downe, Lisa Jarnot, Chris Turnbull, Gary Barwin, Susan Briante, derek beaulieu, Megan Kaminski, Roland Prevost, Emily Ursuliak, j/j hastain, Catherine Wagner, Susanne Dyckman, Susan Holbrook, Julie Carr, David Peter Clark, Pearl Pirie, Eric Baus, Pattie McCarthy, Camille Martin and Gil McElroy.

The forthcoming twenty-eighth issue features new writing by: MLA Chernoff, Geoffrey Olsen, Douglas Barbour, Hamish Ballantyne, JoAnna Novak, Allyson Paty and Lisa Fishman.

And of course, copies of the first twenty-six issues are still very much available. Why not subscribe? Included, as well, as part of the above/ground press 2021 subscriptions! We even have our own Facebook group. It’s remarkably easy.

Saturday, February 15, 2020

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Isabel Sobral Campos


Isabel Sobral Campos is the author of the poetry collection Your Person Doesn’t Belong to You (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press, 2018), and the chapbooks Material (No, Dear and Small Anchor Press, 2015), You Will Be Made of Stone (dancing girl press, 2018) and Autobiographical Ecology (above/ground press, 2019). Chapbooks are forthcoming with Sutra Press and The Magnificent Field. She is the co-founder of the Sputnik & Fizzle publishing series.

1 - How did your first book or chapbook change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?

The poems of my first chapbook feel ethereal when I read them now, as if they are swimming toward something they never quite reach. That quality of reaching-toward is still present in my current work, and also the idea of poems as musical scores—each poem returns where other poems have been, not in a linear way but in a messy circuitous manner. My first chapbook was an unforgettable experience. The three women involved in its production, Alex Cuff, Jen Hyde, and Emily Brandt, were amazingly supportive. I have been very fortunate with the people I meant through publishing. Freddy LaForce from Vegetarian Alcoholic Press being another person with whom was very rewarding to work.

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?

I tried writing fiction before poetry but always ended up fragmenting the writing, organizing it in vignettes. I arrived late to poetry (I think) perhaps because of writing creatively in a borrowed language. I didn’t think it would be possible. While I now know plenty of models for translingualism or bilingual writers, for a long time, I wasn’t aware of them. Furthermore, I had little understanding of contemporary Anglophone writing. So, one day I was reading Will Alexander’s Compression & Purity. I remember thinking “I’m just going to write whatever I want.” It sounds silly, but it was only then that I realized I had been tied to ideas about writing that didn’t excite me. I wrote my first poems shortly after.

3 - How long does it take to start any particular writing project? Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process? Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?

I am a very slow writer. I have to write a bit every day. Otherwise, it won’t come at all. Usually, a manuscript results from being able to commit daily time to writing. If I study the idea too much or stop to take notes or research, or whatever, I often lose interest. So, I try to write as much as I can. Then I stop and rewrite quite a bit.

4 - Where does a poem usually begin for you? Are you an author of short pieces that end up combining into a larger project, or are you working on a "book" from the very beginning?

I tend to write long poems. I would say my first poetry collection is a long dramatic monologue divided into sections. The manuscript I am working on now, for example, is a musical score in two parts. So, I tend to write pieces that build on each other, echoing one another semantically and rhythmically.

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?

Yes! I do. Readings allow me to hear my work more accurately. I wish I could read every week. 

6 - Do you have any theoretical concerns behind your writing? What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your work? What do you even think the current questions are?

Writing has to be attentive to the ideological functions of words, tropes, languages. Poems should destabilize messages that have ossified and become corrosive. They should be attuned to the causticness of normative and normalizing conceptions. What normalizes a standard usually expresses the vision of a power group that oppresses. A poem has the capacity to withstand ideology.

7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Does s/he even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?

I suppose writing uplifts attention from the mud of daily life. It zooms in on the experiential potential we all possess, but that keeps getting buried and neglected. Some books speak truths, so they actively oppose the harm of false, hateful ideas. Some books resurrect our ability to imagine and attempt transforming what oppresses us. Some books make us feel less lonely. I suppose there isn’t a single role but that they are all connected with achieving the best possible iteration of an embodied life.

Writers (whenever possible) should also try to promote other writers through publishing and reviewing. I recognize that this takes time, effort, as well as entails free labor.

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?

I do not find working with editors difficult at all. I wish I had more opportunities to do so. I love to collaborate, and also, when others make me verbalize why I made certain choices.

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?

I am not sure whether I have a single piece of advice to share. I prefer to couch this question in terms of teachers. Anselm Berrigan taught me more than anyone, but it had something to do with the quiet and generous way he taught me to hear myself more clearly. He modeled listening very well.

10 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?

I write in the mornings. It’s the first thing I do when I sit at my desk. As the day progresses, my mind feels cluttered with thoughts that interfere with writing.

11 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?

It depends on the project. I’ll read the books that have informed or inspired the work I am writing and re-read what I have in order to discover the flow of a particular project.

12 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Eucalyptus trees.

13 - David W. McFadden once said that books come from books, but are there any other forms that influence your work, whether nature, music, science or visual art?

Music and visual arts. I write in rhythmic forms. I am interested when poems and images coalesce with rhythms.

14 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?


15 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?

I would like to translate, write performance pieces, and collaborate with other writers or artists.

16 - If you could pick any other occupation to attempt, what would it be? Or, alternately, what do you think you would have ended up doing had you not been a writer?

I can’t imagine being without books. I could be an archivist of some sort. I often wonder whether I shouldn’t be working in the non-profit activist world with environmental organizations or incarcerated people’s advocacy groups.

17 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?

I feel that writing is part of me: it shapes me. I don’t think I ever felt like this toward any other activity.

18 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?


19 - What are you currently working on?

I am working on a manuscript entitled How to Make Words of Rubble. What if the choral ode sections of Greek tragedy stood alone as form? This is one of the manuscript's formal premises. The other is the musical score. One night I dreamt that a sudden gust of wind stole my daughter away. I realized this dream was connected to news that another hurricane of unprecedented force was approaching the US. In the dream, I saw my daughter from the standpoint of my own disappearance. These poems emerged from this dream and these feelings. Grendel's mother from Beowulf became a helpful image to speak of maternal grief and the maternal body. Section II of the manuscript integrates old English words that capture the gist of how Grendel's mother is presented in the epic.