Sublingual - by Joan Naviyuk Kane (Paperback)

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Joan Kane's chapbook Sublingual dissolves under the tongue like a pill, a medicine that tastes like melting glaciers and displaced cultures, except it doesn't solve, it only soothes, and it's a complicated soothing, making distinctions been "stress puking" and "party puking," which like the poems here enact a push-and-pull of modes: urgent warnings and sinuous meditations and letters to friends and fragments of stories. It's a fresh introduction to this important and exciting poet's work. In Sublingual, Joan Kane is an Arctic Rimbaud who sees images of vivid defeat and unlikely persistence, and "inflects them with purpose," investigating "how many rules of the brute's brutish language" she can "break in one poem," pursuing dark passages and open waters, disappearing forests, with a head "in its fine blank way an original," an adventuring Alice pursuing "what is left of the woods...what is left of me."

Ed Skoog

The poems in Joan Kane's Sublingual don't flinch, display a fist. If a fist can be a heart and the arrow through it a pen. Kane's images and language arrest and attest to a future, a present, a past that is melting against "vehement light." There's no need for fret or worry, however. However, it's time to take note, to look back at what's looking at you. Breathe these poems, be at mercy to the wind.

Bojan Louis, author of Currents

In Sublingual, Kane creates an earth on which all things are evidently their own opposites, endless and utterly bereft. These poems are catchy and thrilling and expose the violence of time and, inside it, our human vibrancy and violence. Every line--every word--is unexpected and exactly right. An encapsulation of a white landscape that bursts its capsule and gleams a thousand hues.

Jennifer Croft