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Brandon Shimoda The Grave on the Wall

http://www.poorclaudia.org/crush_shimoda.php


The latest Crush from Poor Claudia:

"TWOyears ago Brandon Shimoda spent a winter sequestered in a backwoods, Maine cabin with the poet Dot Devota, reading first-hand accounts by survivors of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. 

Composed on notebook paper taken from an elementary school,The Grave on the Wall transfuses the language of witness account into the poetic process, running genocide on a loop jacked into an echo pedal. A mirror of Brandon's experience absorbing the accounts of the hibakusha, it's also a mirror of our own experience, as readers and humans, clicking through the vast ugly—whether the tsunami in Japan, sectarian atrocities in Central Asia, or mass shootings in the United States."

check it out:


http://www.poorclaudia.org/crush_shimoda.php






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