small essays on disappearance, <\/em>she writes:<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nAll \/ my life sacrificed to the arrogance of cities, \/ their empires of skin.\u00a0<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Another poem she begins with:<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Before the towers fell I loved for a time, carried it around like a pacemaker sing singing the concrete river\u00a0<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Barizo evokes the city\u2019s landscapes such as Madison Ave and Zabriskie Point in various forms and fictions\u2014letting desire and tenderness act as the conductor of the entire orchestra that is this collection. We depart from, and return to, the same landscapes, albeit with changes in the speaker, in the landscape, in our own selves.\u00a0<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
The music in Tender Machines <\/em>is bursting at the seams. Reading these poems evoked a similar feeling as listening to Urdu and Farsi ghazals from my childhood\u2014composed in set melodies, called raag, <\/em>a rich poetic tradition in South Asia. One of the charming qualities of a ghazal is its use of repetition to evoke lyricism\u2014in the form of radif, <\/em>which is the refrain at the end of every second hemistich, or takrar, <\/em>which is the repetition of certain words or phrases within a couplet. In \u201cLux Aeterna,\u201d a sonnet which appears through the later half of the book, Barizo writes:\u00a0<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nTell me\u00a0 that I remember it correctly, that the light will lick and lick the damage clean. That it is not\u00a0 ruin already. Tell me.\u00a0<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
All but one poem in Tender Machines <\/em>spill over to the next page. The brevity of the poems, precision of its thought and language, make them more appealing to be memorized, performed orally, sung. In \u201cAndante Cantabile,\u201d one of the more shorter poems in the collection, Barizo writes:<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nIt is the autumn of my fortieth year My follicles are turning dry See the muteness of my hands? A love I once gave away Haunts me everywhere.\u00a0<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Reading this book is like floating, like enjoying an exquisite\u2014though ephemeral\u2014orchestra. I laughed, I wept, I gasped. One does not need a playlist along with this book\u2014it acts as one in itself.\u00a0<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Javeria Hasnain<\/strong> is a Pakistani poet and writer, and a Fulbright scholar at The New School, NY, pursuing an MFA in Poetry. Her poems and prose have appeared\/are forthcoming in\u00a0Poet Lore, Isele, The Mascara Review, The Margins,\u00a0<\/em>and elsewhere. She is a runner-up for the 2022 The Bird in Your Hands prize and has received a nomination for Best Microfiction 2023. She is an alum of the IWP’s\u00a0Summer Institute at the University of Iowa.\u00a0<\/p>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Tender Machines, J. Mae Barizo\u2019s second full-length poetry collection, begins with the epigraph from Sylvia Plath\u2019s Bell Jar that tenderness is what women see in other women that they don\u2019t see in a man. This book is for women, in all their roles and royalties\u2014daughter, friend, lover, mother, great-grandmother.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":35,"featured_media":54274,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_vp_format_video_url":"","_vp_image_focal_point":[],"footnotes":""},"categories":[98],"tags":[2169,2170],"yoast_head":"\n
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