Mangoes Ahead single work   poetry   "approaching the end of a relationship I find myself asking"
Issue Details: First known date: 2022... 2022 Mangoes Ahead
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Notes

  • This poem is in six numbered parts.

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    y separately published work icon Cordite Poetry Review No Theme 11 no. 105 1 June 2022 24623078 2022 periodical issue

    'A lot happened over the months we spent working on this issue, from November when we published our playful, hyperactive call-out, to now, the beginning of winter, a date that marks a shift in the year’s trajectory. It’s time to take a breath and then what …' (Emily Stewart and Eloise Grills : Editorial introduction)

    2022

Works about this Work

Split Fruit (Citrus Heart) Donnalyn Xu , 2022 single work essay
— Appears in: Cordite Poetry Review , 1 December no. 107 2022;

'Lately, I don’t have any poetry in me. The words are always too thick and ungraspable, or they’re too thin, seeping out of my loosely clenched fingers. I close my hand into a tight fist, wanting to wring this feeling out. Language passes through me, in cloudy shapes I only vaguely recognise as the distance between myself and the rest of the world. I read a quote from a scientist that says I am both a universe of atoms and an atom in the universe. This feels incomprehensible, so I imagine my body as a container waiting to be filled or emptied.' (Introduction)

Split Fruit (Citrus Heart) Donnalyn Xu , 2022 single work essay
— Appears in: Cordite Poetry Review , 1 December no. 107 2022;

'Lately, I don’t have any poetry in me. The words are always too thick and ungraspable, or they’re too thin, seeping out of my loosely clenched fingers. I close my hand into a tight fist, wanting to wring this feeling out. Language passes through me, in cloudy shapes I only vaguely recognise as the distance between myself and the rest of the world. I read a quote from a scientist that says I am both a universe of atoms and an atom in the universe. This feels incomprehensible, so I imagine my body as a container waiting to be filled or emptied.' (Introduction)

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