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Render (v.tr.): to submit, as for consideration; to give or make available; to give what is due or owed; to give in return, or retribution; to surrender; to yield. To represent; to perform an interpretation of; to arrange. To express in another language or form; to translate. To deliver or pronounce formally; to cause to become; to reduce, convert, or melt down, by heating. br> A recovery narrative has a known form: what it was like, what happened, and what its like today. In a poem, what can be arranged or interpreted with such certainty, by whom, and to what end? What is the relationship of the performance of recovery via a poem to the truth of the experience? Does one deliver the other? Insert into these considerations the experience of traumas. How is trauma converted by post-trauma experiences? What is the retribution of that experience when articulated as poetry? Enter these questions through the dream, with its unrenderable subjects, landscapes, and plots. Where do dreams meet poetry in their spontaneous, opaque, necessary structures? What do such comparisons yield to the waking reader? What can be rendered intelligible in the soup of long-term recovery?br> br> With great ferocity and tenderness, Sachiko Murakamis poems encounter such questions, and then melt them down, by heating.
Sachiko Murakami‘s latest poetry collection, Render, is a fierce unflinching face-off with the blank pages of trauma addiction recovery and miscarriage. Every poem is a battlefield, every sentence a line in the sand 🙏🏻
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