THE OPPOSITE OF CLAUSTROPHOBIA: Prime’s Anti-Autobiography
Knives, Forks and Spoons Press, Newton-le-Willows, U.K.
Copyright Date: 2017
A KFS “Editor’s Pick”
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Startling, not just for the method but for the lines of breathtaking beauty resulting from it. These poems are tender, wistful and humorous, an incantatory catalogue that is spiritually tethered to the body and the earth, where everything is vital and important, and incites wonder, melancholy, and gratitude.
— Eric Gamalinda
While Georges Perec famously gave us a work of literature that began “I remember…”, Eileen Tabios gives us a very human sounding algorithm that lists for us what “I” has forgotten. In the backgrounds of paintings like those of Lucas Cranach, Bosch, Durer, Da Vinci, are castles, ruins, caverns. Each one is an invitation, a window into which I’d like to peer. In just such a way each of the lines of Tabios’ new work is an invitation to seek within the sfumato for a miniature clarity—sometimes the blinding light of a furnace, sometimes an old movie set swarming with quotation marks, sometimes lines that, with their specificity, invite us to linger and to imagine the margins full of novels, short stories, memoirs of: “Marisa peeling the skin from a blue-boned fish…Luisa who squatted beside betel-chewing crones with crooked front teeth, and Marjorie who swallowed the scarless sky over Siquijor.” Some lines are mere rungs for the hands and feet of angels and these I recommend to you most of all.
— Jesse Glass
Featured at Blackpool Illuminations Festival 2016
Excerpts were featured at the Blackpool Illuminations Festival 2016, with support from the Arts Council of England. Lights will flash out:
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There are passages of rare beauty, there are striking phrases and cadences, and there surprises on every page:
I forgot meagre pity.
I forgot omission as confession.
I forgot dungeons waste marble.
And always, throughout the sequence, there is an abiding sense of mystery:
I forgot her hobby of attending to death
beds – afterwards she always lusted for
hotel lobbies stuffed with crystal chandeliers
By generating these poems, and by using her own past poetry as raw material, Tabios has breathed new life into the “I remember / I forget” form, in a way typical of this inventive poet.
—Alan Baker, Leafe Press/Litter Magazine, Jan. 27, 2017 (Full Review)
The very words in this collection seem to breathe –
“I forgot I saw a city breathing beyond the window
I forgot the musk of evenings quivering into post-elegance…..”
The poetry of Eileen Tabios invites us to look at what it truly means to be part of the human race, not merely a fragment of it. Challenging in its width and breadth, I would highly recommend this collection – it is at the same time startling and unnerving, not always comfortable reading, but every page/every line is an adventure in itself. If you are prepared to travel with her you will be astonished at her creativity and will close the last page wanting more :
“I forgot the perfume of fresh bread outside a panetteria, the vinegary tang floating from a wine shop, heaven as the scent of roasting coffee from a grocer, and the necesssary reminder of those different from us through the stench of street drains.”
—Valerie Morton, The Poetry Shed, Jan. 25, 2017 (Full Review)
“I forgot a sarong fell and a river blushed.”
Eileen R. Tabios’ new collection of poetry, The Opposite of Claustrophobia, is just stunning. Luminous. One of my favorites!
—Sheila Bare, Goodreads
This collection has a style which is reminiscent of Ginsberg’s ‘Howl’, with the constant refrain of ‘I forgot’ with image upon image provided; from intimate reflections to broader observations about different cultures, places and people. I particularly loved some specific lines, for example: ‘I forgot the horizon is far, is near, is what you wish but always in front of you’ / ‘I forgot you falling asleep in my skin to dream’. I really enjoyed this collection and I look forward to reading more of Tabios’ work.
—Nikki Dudley, Goodreads
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