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The Optogram of the Mind Is a Carnation<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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The Optogram of the Mind Is a Carnation<\/em> is a book-length poem-memoir reflecting on Portuguese colonization of African countries and its place within the imperial and colonial forces that have shaped global history for the past 500 years. Drawing on the writings of Am\u00edlcar Cabral and others, as well as interviews with family members about life under Salazar’s dictatorship, it weaves together scholarly sources, familial narratives, and memories, exploring nationalistic myths, Portugal’s violent colonial history, and the author’s experiences growing up in the aftermath of the Carnation Revolution. <\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

Praise for The Optogram of the Mind Is a Carnation<\/em><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

Isabel Sobral Campos in her latest work in The Optogram of the Mind Is a Carnation<\/em> deftly scripts the dawn of Portuguese colonial endeavor in Africa. By means of transparent carbon tentacles she kinetically balances lines that hover above inscriptions such as “splotches tiller light by quiet magnification” not as some punctuated Utopian scrawling but alive with a quiescent vigor that brews by endemic balance.
\u2014 Will Alexander<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

This book bears deep look’s all but immediate immersion in deep song. All, but. Not delay, but dawning of withdrawal as song pulls out, but not away, into its other histories. Song can’t get away when you’re in it, drawn with it, deeper into bloom, which is bouquet\u2014dianthic, panthemic, agronomic, revolutionary. There, says Am\u00edlcar Cabral, the people are the mountains, “breaking \/ the physical well of internment,” digging vision’s sound and upper regress, showing how to fight in love. With love, Isabel resounds their resolution.
\u2014 Fred Moten<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Unapologetically raw and generously reflective, this work is both a confrontation and a reckoning. Multiple genres\u2014memoir, poetry, essay, polemic, footnotes\u2014are woven so as to transform historical wounds into moments of startling beauty. All of this is held by the metaphor of the optogram: the alleged final image captured on the retina at the moment of death. 
\u2014 Juliana Spahr<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Working with the fugacious genre of memory, like a retinal image captured at the moment of death\u2014particularly of a guillotined or tortured victim\u2014The Optogram of the Mind Is a Carnation<\/em> offers a masterful examination of recollection. Isabel Sobral Campos incisively scalps Portugal’s quincentenary colonial history with remarkable “ocular transparency” and linguistic precision. She aims through dense, pithy, noetic language to break away from the “capitalist spectrum of sameness.” It is an intelligent, precise work\u2014less imperialistic than a poet, yet more exacting than a surgeon.
\u2014 Vi Khi Nao<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ghost Gravity<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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A ballet-poem, Ghost Gravity<\/em> is structured as a series of dance numbers in verse form, from the monumental motion of groups to the intimacy of a pas de deux<\/em> adagio. Staging becomings and metamorphoses, the characters unfold against categorical boundaries, shaping a world of impossible formations\u2014a utopia of earth and sky. Ghost Gravi<\/em>ty voices the speech of the organic and of recurrent, reenacted beginnings. It emancipates the hidden beams of light in mud and soil.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

Praise for Ghost Gravity<\/em><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

Reading Ghost Gravity<\/em> feels like being guided on a vespertine walkthrough a landscape of classical ruins, where performers emerge from camouflage with nature to enact their psychic crossings. Sobral Campos\u2019 language dances over these grounds, tilling the soil to let air passthrough, turning ruin into respiration. Verbs and nouns trade places, performing one another\u2019s roles. Language itself behaves like a broken colonnade or half-statue, sometimes fractured, yet even in breaking, still spouting water. Her words have great snap\u2014each lands like a frapp\u00e9\u2014her vocabulary ranging from the diminutives of energy to the palatial. The result is a singular work that offers both ceremony and freedom from monumentality. In Sobral Campos\u2019 hands, language becomes a vital force again\u2014tensile and alive.
\u2014 Valerie Hsiung, author of The Pedestrian<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ghost Gravit<\/em>y gave me a new body. These poems stage themselves, page after page, describing a theater designed for your mind\u2014but I swear, I heard them singing too. And you can smell them\u2014you can smell the Earth in them. I am in awe of Isabel Sobral Campos\u2019s music:her lines can reach into the bones; slap nameless flecks and hollow sof memory alive\u2014shreds and dregs of being that had never hoped for witness. Incantation, regeneration–Ghost Gravity<\/em> is a bloody, earthy, flowery testament\u2014its ideas are fragrant and its action (thankfully)ridiculous. I think of ancestors\u2014Rabelais, Beckett, Wittig, even Wagner\u2019s Tristan and Isolde, singing to each other like two mountains, two myths\u2014for in this book Isabel Sobral Campos puts entities into dialogue that would seem to remake myth anew. What happens when a Blade of Grass encounters a Concept? When the Earth welcomes back to her ground, her embrace, worn-out ideas she so long-ago germinated, notions longpast their prime, even ghosts of themselves? Humiliation: a fall to Earth. Gravity the bless\u00e8d. Ghost Gravity<\/em> the blessed.
\u2014 Ariana Reines, author of Wave of Blood<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

LEX ICON<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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Appearing for the first time in English translation, LEX ICON<\/em> presents everyday objects through the lens of modern art and abstraction. As abstraction distills the geometrical shape of an object by shedding its function, so too do Tavares\u2019s poems distill the essence of everyday items in language. LEX ICON<\/em> connects Tavares\u2019s early poetry to her later graphic sculptural poems. Foregrounding insights into human sociality, labor, and domesticity that dwell in simple household objects, the poems collected here also present these as almost mystical artifacts that partake in some unnamed ritual.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

Praise for LEX ICON<\/em><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

Salette Tavares\u2019 Lex Icon<\/em> is a tour de force that catalyzes the dualistic tension between word\/thing and human\/artifice. The book acts upon the distrust of language and reality, foreshadowing contemporary debates between Continental and Analytical philosophy and within the seductive illusions of the disinformation age. In poems on the peculiarly boundaried nature of our shared material reality, Tavares explores an anarchic and cinematic Welt<\/em> (mundo<\/em>, world, \u0101lam<\/em>) rich in the abecedarian and profane. Her text\u2019s elliptical bangs, pauses, reverbs, and collisions roam the psychoanalytical and phenomenological, the theatrical absurdist and the empty room. Informed by sensibilities both Beckettian and Buddhist, poems with seemingly innocuous titles like \u201cTablecloth\u201d train our attention back on language and object, whose domesticated familiarity we have long taken for granted. Isabel Sobral Campos and Kristofer Petersen-Overton\u2019s first collaborative translation awakens Tavares\u2019 penetrating, methodical, and pugilist poetry for readers of English and lays a gilded wreath around its astonishing feats.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Maryam Monalisa Gharavi<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reading these poems I can\u2019t but think of an exquisite, part Surreal, part Fluxus dinner party with Francis Ponge, Ana Hatherly, Marcel Duchamp, Kurt Schwitters, John Cage, Matisse, and the De Campos brothers seated at the table amongst Salette Tavares\u2019s family members and others. At some point they\u2019d all perform \u201cShoe,\u201d an absurdist liturgical poem and perhaps the most subversive text in this book allowing us to witness the radical transfiguration of the quotidian before our very eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 M\u00f3nica de la Torre<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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