What Bodies Have I Moved
poems, Chelsea Dingman
Madhouse Press, 2018
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‘…Archangel Michael, Abraham—
young boys again. You ask them about
hunger.’ – {from} Reconstructing the Saints
‘…What if
the next city…is the city where I’ll find my own
ashes?’ – {from} I Imagine How the Man Who Built Her Hung Himself
Chelsea Dingman’s What Bodies Have I Moved is a book of foreground and footprint for which you’ll need both hands. In it, people are place, and voice a narrator of excavations undertaken to identify the carrier of the chalk. What alarm does one set for stillness? It is in this interrupted dream of a history, a history that doesn’t repeat itself so much as stutter the unspeakable, that Dingman is able to unearth the out-of-body. The past is childless. The present a map of our preconceived notions of ruin. As in Thaw, Dingman’s previous collection, the words here have a way with absence that, for the reader, bring landscape home.
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reflection by Barton Smock
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book is here:
https://www.madhousepress.org/
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