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Saudade
Saudade | Traci Brimhall
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"[Brimhall] allows us brief visions, glimpses, of experiences more lush and raw than our own."The Rumpus "With a stunning mastery of metaphor, linguistic precision, and a soulful determined vision, Brimhall's work reveals an artist tuned to the significance of everyday experience."Dorianne Laux "Saudade" is a Portuguese word referring to a quality of longing that has no direct translation into English. Inspired by stories from her Brazilian-born mother, Traci Brimhall's third collectiona lush and startling "autobiomythography"is reminiscent of the rich imaginative worlds of Latin American magical realists. Set in the Brazilian Amazon, Saudade is one part ghost story, one part revival, and is populated by a colorful cast of characters and a recurring chorus of irreverent Marias. From "Incomplete Address to the Lord": When I found that mass of scales and muscle, saw one anaconda twist around another, watched a split tongue flick the air, choosing me, black as the devil's own and twice as thick, males coiled around the female tickling her back with their spurs, I knew I'd give anything to be her. I felt the pulse in my eyelid, tasted the ants that paraded over my plantains at night, drank all the darkness out of my wife's breast. Lord, I'd rather be crazy than broken . . . Traci Brimhall is the author of two previous poetry collections. She earned her PhD from Western Michigan University and is Assistant Professor of Creative Writing at Kansas State University. She lives in Manhattan, Kansas.
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Saudade | Traci Brimhall
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One of the two epitaphs of Brimhall's book of poetry is from a lecture by Nick Cave. The quote is a def, of Saudade. As Jasmine Garsd writes on the NPR site, “The concept has many definitions, including a melancholy nostalgia for something that perhaps has not even happened. It often carries an assurance that this thing you feel nostalgic for will never happen again. My favorite definition of saudade is by Portuguese writer Manuel de Melo: (CONT)

vivastory “a pleasure you suffer, an ailment you enjoy.“
I found myself returning to Nick Cave, among other creatives, while reading this stunning book of poetry more for his spirit & his music than for what he had to say about Saudade. As the publisher's site states, “Set in the Brazilian Amazon, Saudade is one part ghost story, one part revival, populated by a colorful cast of characters and a recurring chorus of irreverent Marias.“ This is an (CONT)
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vivastory imaginative collection that is carefully constructed with much to say about indigenous culture & what happens when different cultures clash. I loved this collection & will absolutely be revisiting this lyrical feverish gem of a book. Below is my playlist of 4 Nick Cave songs that I feel accompany the vibes of this book well:
Nobody's Baby Now:
https://open.spotify.com/track/7emGZJPEz9gCJ3Nx1RBM8U?si=5638087a9e92483a
People Ain't No Good
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kspenmoll Thank you for sharing this.🩷 10mo
vivastory @kspenmoll There's a couple of poems from this collection, along with other works on poets.org 10mo
Aimeesue I‘m just here for the irreverent Marias! ❤️ 10mo
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As_An_Adamant
Saudade | Traci Brimhall

Years ago she watched a man ride//a diving bell to the bottom of the amazon to face/the mysteries God placed there. The chain broke,/and they pulled him to the surface smiling, stiff, refusing//to open his fists. They broke and unpeeled his fingers./No one wept or fought to hold it. She covered her eyes/so she wouldn‘t see what God, in his innocence, had done.

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As_An_Adamant
Saudade | Traci Brimhall

The past is never dead. It‘s not even past. —W. Faulkner

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As_An_Adamant
Saudade | Traci Brimhall
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A dead or stillborn baby; betrayal; taboo loves and lovers: these images and motifs repeat throughout. The poems comprise a sustained lament to a god the narrator is uncertain exists yet continues to seek and long for.