Showing posts with label Tamiko Beyer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tamiko Beyer. Show all posts

May 10, 2010

Myung Mi Kim :: Into the Whole Space :: Mark At The Margin | Tamiko Beyer

Myung Mi Kim’s urgent concerns include language and who says what; who learns what language how; what is home, what is war, what is destroyed; what is body as woman, as human.

She peels away utter[ance],to arrive, somehow, placed. In her work, body and location are vulnerable, taken to the precipice where language is at once a tether and a new form of entering.

Kim’s poetry is grounded in the processes of language and silences: “Each sound trace, each demonstration of the line, each formal enunciation: aperture: conduit: coming into articulation, into the Imaginary – the lyric as it embodies the processural” (Commons, 111)

The last line of Kim’s Dura reads: “Experiment is each scroll of white pages joined together” (102). In other words, her experiment is the individual joined to the collective, is the space on the page, is – not the setting down, not the fixed fact – but that moment of potential, that moment of possibility.

And so, her work is full. Of space. Space between words and punctuation. Space between lines and stanzas. Page-long spaces. These I read as “aperture: conduit.”

She states without equivocation: “Conjunction used with abandon is lethargy of the idea.” (Dura, 96)

And so, silence. Space.

Over which I, reader, feel invited to leap and leap into. Read as more than, less than, equal to in the associative nonconjunction. Don’t read and/or/but/… simply—silence—the quiet between two words. How they float on the page and in the mind. Then, my mind becomes less than tranquil reaching towards some kind of impossible equilibrium.

This invitation to energized participation via a charged silence feels like a distinctly feminist strategy, and one I’ve not come across before in quite this way.

Instead of conjunction, there is counterpoint and juxtaposition. Instead of lethargy, fierce energy of gaps to hold. Kim’s eye/mouth/ear is always on devastation and trauma (cultural, societal personal), but these cannot be explained, they cannot be conjoined without warp. Process is what allows her to somehow articulate this: process over time and space/page, process voiced and vocalized.

She instructs: “Open a page What does it look like” (Dura, 96)

To answer this question is how I find my way into her work.

I notate, I scribble, I enter into the energies of her space, the invitation of the page and how it looks. I feel welcomed to participate in the making of sense-meaning, in forming my own utterance, arriving at the lyric through a collaborative process that spans time and (white)space. In response, I offer my process and sense-making triggered by the words, and the spaces between the words, of Kim’s Commons.

What a feminist poetics looks like.


common connection :: our artifact

   after MMK


a firm account of birthing

barely terrifying

pregnancy & war
spiral & domesticity
suspicion & circular

form as relationship

to say what
needs to be said
(bodily gesture)
disaster narrative & gender delineation
to stand
to speak well
completely
body as shelter, as a body speaking towards

:: ::

enemies surround
we consume

:: ::

if violence via language
is plague is infestation
colonizing nature (to occupy)
(hidden transgression)
what is the body dissected? (penury)

:: ::

discovery of a different kind of pleasure
signal shifts | body | march |
| death | earth |
| place |

violence to body
not done

:: ::

map to daily ritual
see first line

dictated invasion
what story here?

human & animal
the question the unknowing

piled
fragments
complicated
revisions

attempted circle
attempted closure

what is function without relationship?



Works Cited
Kim, Myung Mi. Commons. Berkeley: University of California Press, 2002.

---. Dura. New York: Nightboat Books, 2008.
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Tamiko Beyer has studied with Kundiman faculty Aimee Nezhukumatathil, Myung Mi Kim, Prageeta Sharma, and Staceyann Chin. Her poetry has appeared The Collagist, Sonora Review, OCHO, Copper Nickel,and elsewhere. She is an Olin and Chancellor’s Fellow at WashingtonUniversity in St. Louis where she is pursing her M.F.A. She serves as the poetry editor of Drunken Boat, and is a founding member of Agent 409: a queer, multi-racial writing collective in New York City. Find her online at wonderinghome.com and blogging at kenyonreview.org.

Photo by Kian Goh.

We All Belong to a Love Song Called Kundiman

We All Belong to a Love Song Called Kundiman

Welcome to this Kundiman edition of This Is What Feminist [Poet] Looks Like. Back in February, when I was thinking about my own sense of feminist poetics for my Delirious Hem contribution, I came back again and again to the communities I belong to and how they have shaped my writing.

One of those organizations is Kundiman, an organization dedicated to the creation, cultivation and promotion of Asian American poetry. Each summer, a group of emerging Asian American poets gathers to write and talk poetry in community together.

I longed to hear their voices in the conversation so I asked fellow Kundiman poets the following questions and waited for their responses --

Where do you draw your poetic lineages from the poetries of Asian American female or gender-non-conforming poets? How do you (do you) intersect with feminist poetics? Other communities of women? Transgendered/gender-variant communities? Racialized communities? Tactics and tricks, fragments and fears, languages and loves? How does Kundiman contain these desires or break out of them? What is your Kundiman (love song)? What is your horror? What is your broken record? How do you participate? Resist? Do you feel conflicted about your relationship to these? As the previous This is What a Feminist [Poet] Looks Like suggests, feel free to take liberties with these questions! Answer them at will, alter them, transgress them, make someone else you admire answer them! Images, maps, whisperings, inkings, handmade/bound tales welcome! Tell me something crucial and bloody and wrestled, something that matters to your existence as a Kundiman poet!

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I hope you enjoy and join in the conversation!

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Openings (aka Part 1):

Myung Mi Kim :: Into the Whole Space :: Mark At The Margin | Tamiko Beyer

To Love, To a Justice of the Heart: Ruminations on A Feminist Poetics of My Own | Purvi Shah

The Gold Soldier | Yael Villafranca

Untitled | Cynthia Arrieu-King


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Lineages (aka Part 2):

I Always See Her With A Typewriter In The Sun ~ For Gloria Anzaldúa | Bushra Rehman

Taken Names: The Poetic Lineage of Jai Arun Ravine | Jai Arun Ravine

Our Subversive Anatomies: The Embodied Feminist Poetics of Jai Arun Ravine | Margaret Rhee

A Moving Vehicle: The Poetry of Margaret Rhee | Jai Arun Ravine

feminist sentences take time and space / look new like this: | Soham Patel


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Kundiman: Our Love Song is Our Commitment (aka Part 3):


The Mountains Are Just Ahead of Us | Alison Roh Park

At the time I read Sarah Gambito’s "Paloma’s Church in America" | Addie Tsai

One has to rely on memory so much when one is always leaving: A conversation with Janine Joseph | R. A. Villanueva

and earth still rising: Melissa Roxas’ chorus of prayer | Vanessa Huang

Poems as Evidence | Melissa Roxas

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Curated by Ching-In Chen