But the idea of transformation has always been something that I romanticize in a work. I’m cautious of it but I also need it to connect my thoughts with the process of making. That’s really important.
—
Nari Ward
Four Poems by Robert Kuwada
- Frank Pugliese by Nicole Burdette
- Diamanda Galas and John Paul Jones by Michael Albo
- David Bowes by Anney Bonney
- Stephen Malkmus by Tim Nye
- Fiona Rae by Shirley Kaneda
- Tom Noonan by Alison MacLean
- John Edgar Wideman by Caryl Phillips
- Kiki Smith by Chuck Close
- Jayne Anne Phillips by A.M. Homes
- Arthur Miller by Ron Rifkin
Interviews
Matsuzo Yokoo
At the end of daybreak, you awoke from a nightmare: an
anadromous fish died by desiccation. What makes a man
feel like a man? You shaped hot-boiled eggs into apples so
well in Yamaguchi and in Ewa. Numbers in isolation are
subservient. Three will never equal 31. You reversed
a superstition about shrimp. White flags become great banners.
de-sorou 225 do
jissaika 702 jisshitsu
ma-shikaku 1187 massetsu
shoshin 1764 sho-sho
yoko-donari 2186 yokou
Threads that Run Crosswise
In the war, he had no chance of fighting. Ten fingers
year after year. She looked at the profile of her son. The
carrot sprouts have not come out evenly. His silence
within bounds. Just under the tower, he teaches without
system. Letters written sideways. Influence from a house
facing plain.
Give me sugar in the alley. This hollow lacks fruit.
busogu 129 butai
hen-yo 481 heta
kaiketsu 769 kaiko
sho-sho 1755 shosui
yokuya 2190 yomei
Love Song for Amaterasu
Order of arrival? He saw fish hung on poles. What
can the sea contain?
He dove at you and will go part of the way with you.
Written sentence and the paper sliding door. His
passage. And you—beneath not beyond.
All mention of ocean done. Air current. Not the
luminous form. In the dark. Push. Not the pull
of things.
akubun 23 akuma
hissho 512 hito
kyu-kakudo 1154 kyukon
sampei 1567 san
tochi 1985 tochu-gesha
December 7, 1941
At the end of daybreak, your fertility was
announced to the world
in full. You ran through thick rain without
wetting the bachelor dust.
And for days, a kompa* held you: the gray
carp swam vigorously
in the rock pond. A week later, you convulsed
on the guest cot;
white sheets stained beneath you. Crave and
you shall receive—
raw liver without the onions.
*Kompa is the Japanese word for a friendship or partnership. Kompa is also used in the Pidgin English of Hawai’i
Born and raised in Hawaii, Robert S. Kuwada is a graduate student in the History of Consciousness at the University of California at Santa Cruz. His poetry will appear in Premonitions: The Kaya Anthology of New Asian American Poetry.
Related
Elementary Poetry No. 1 is the first in a series of short artist books that the Russian poet, artist, and theorist Andrei Monastyrski (b. 1949) produced in quick succession in the spring of 1975 by drawing on typewritten pages with pen.
With severed gills and heads, the sea bream—lives spent / in a lacquered wooden bowl, waiting / on the sullied hands of men—in example / of The Resurrection of Christ, wake from death.
“I’m a Zimbabwean and I should show in my paintings where I’m from. In our culture, when you have a dream about dogs, cows, or whatnot, it means an evil spirit is coming to attack.”
Originally published in
BOMB 49,
Fall 1994
Featuring interviews with Kiki Smith, Arthur Miller, Steve Malkmus, Jayne Anne Phillips, Tom Noonan, Fiona Rae, John Edgar Wideman, Frank Pugliese, Diamanda Galas & John Paul Jones, and David Bowes.
