Bluest Nude
Poems
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Publisher Description
Ama Codjoe's highly anticipated debut collection brings generous light to the inner dialogues of women as they bathe, create art, make and lose love. Each poem rises with the urgency of a fully awakened sensual life. Codjoe's poems explore how the archetype of the artist complicates the typical expectations of women: be gazed upon, be silent, be selfless, reproduce. Dialoguing with and through art, Bluest Nude considers alternative ways of holding and constructing the self. From Lorna Simpson to Gwendolyn Brooks to Lynette Yiadom-Boakye, contemporary and ancestral artists populate Bluest Nude in a choreography of Codjoe's making. Precise and halting, this finely wrought, riveting collection is marked by an acute rendering of highly charged emotional spaces. Purposefully shifting between the role of artist and subject, seer and seen, Codjoe's poems ask what the act of looking does to a person—public looking, private looking, and that most intimate, singular spectacle of looking at one's self. What does it mean to see while being seen? In poems that illuminate the tension between the possibilities of openness and and its impediments, Bluest Nude offers vulnerability as a medium to be immersed in and, ultimately, shared as a kind of power: "There are as many walls inside me / as there are bones at the bottom of the sea," Codjoe writes in the masterful titular poem. "I want to be seen clearly or not at all." "The end of the world has ended," Codjoe's speaker announces, "and desire is still / all I crave." Startling and seductive in equal measure, this formally ambitious collection represents a powerful, luminous beginning.
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In this frequently gripping debut, Codjoe offers precisely crafted poems dealing with desire, memory, art, and ancestry. Her interest in public and private looking, in what is seen and perceived over what is, is carefully displayed in poems such as "Labor," which opens: "The Upper West Side brims/ with Black women heaving Bugaboo/ strollers as if maneuvering horseless plows." There are well-timed insights throughout the poem—"I know we use/ the same word to describe work/ and the work of giving birth"—building to a personal reckoning that highlights Codjoe's gift at blending commentary and feeling. "I want to be seen clearly or not at all," she declares in the title poem. In "Diamondback," she beautifully likens the snake to "an organ coiled/ deep inside or a lasso/ of lightning and high/ noon," while the haunting poem "She Said" that makes up the second section poignantly riffs: "the hear in hearing the ear the he the he in she the sh in shame the me the shh in me the ssshhhhh the y in saying the why the say the said the sad the sad i the scared i terrified she tried to say the test in testify." This excellent book is worth multiple readings.