Mala

Mala They come like warring tribes the adjectives that define the players in Monica McClure s Mala one naco one chiflada one petocha and so on the scared and the arrogant the playful sad the deracin

They come like warring tribes, the adjectives that define the players in Monica McClure s Mala one naco, one chiflada, one petocha, and so on the scared and the arrogant, the playful, sad, the deracinated How finely the brave female subject of mixed race, suspended in a local history, the ineluctable modality of the folkloric, fills out this place of longing We allThey come like warring tribes, the adjectives that define the players in Monica McClure s Mala one naco, one chiflada, one petocha, and so on the scared and the arrogant, the playful, sad, the deracinated How finely the brave female subject of mixed race, suspended in a local history, the ineluctable modality of the folkloric, fills out this place of longing We all are missing a site, perhaps our youth hideous as it was in which an old country was always nonetheless a new country, and in McClure s precise, wide eyed and often very lovely adjectival readouts, a new kind of poetry finds itself born, and wants to bare its midriff Kevin KillianLike the virgin prophetesses who worked, to their peril, at Delphi, suspended on tripods above toxic fumes, Monica McClure s speakers are glamorous and disheveled chiflada, as McClure s mother would say Their messy orbital selves are spun by competing forces of assertion and withdrawal, predation and display, the competing desires to make a vatic statement and to be over Yet all these contradictions consolidate in the moment of speech into an acute, deadeye vision, a way of simultaneously seeing and speaking the world with an oracular focus These poems read like radiant fuses, dazzling glitches, LEDs, roadside flares They burn themselves onto your retina, and then they burn out Joyelle McSweeney