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Making Water
Laura Jaramillo
Praise for Making Water
This is a work of the slow, dark magic language can be when a writer lets words fall—in fragments or spiraling syntax—down into the wet loam of memory and presence, down into the susceptible body. Jaramillo’s example and invitation is to add to this substrate our vomited sovereignty. That’s how we’ll join the constellations of these sequences, themselves part of “the world’s intelligence in excess of the instruments.” So distributed, reader, we could destroy the systems of shallow feeling and fast value so this book may be more than our dearly-held secret. Let’s.
— Farid Matuk
— Farid Matuk
Laura Jaramillo’s Making Water unpacks a lovely liquid landscape shot through with the promise of violence. How can you know anything in a world of permeable boundaries, where even time moves like water, or is it blood? How can you know anything where “we are dislocations / incidentally cut / with experience?” Where you become aware of something only as it & you become something else that disappears? In Making Water, Jaramillo shows all this becoming demands an ethics. For instance, you have to be against border enforcement. The going is hard, but when it’s also beautiful, “[l]ight scatters through the canopy as a disco ball throws light.”
— Wendy Trevino
— Wendy Trevino
I love Making Water, this poetry of continual transformation. Some rain, oceanic, elegiac, synesthetic—so you can see, and feel, and think beyond capital’s empty prescriptions for our lives. Any real poet is “a hammer broken against work,” struggling to take care of loved ones in a sick world while carving out alternative possibilities. This book is a record of such struggle, its language like water, intent on truth. Laura Jaramillo shows us “how everything in its vibrancy is bound and bucks meaning,” and her lyric connectivity and barbed wit open the imagination.
— Ryan Eckes
— Ryan Eckes
In the sorrowful Making Water, Laura Jaramillo’s poems pivot just out of typical light into glamorous and eerie sun. Water here acts as a medium for these intimate elegies, its movements irreducible as the effect of one person’s life on another’s. The speaker has done a disappearing act, letting water exist as disembodied, plasmic, and thorough. More than once, I felt like I was staring at a living still, a tribute to the cinema. But then one feels Jaramillo at work, giving probing attention to synergistic energy, to using one dimension of the real to uplift another. The voice in these poems struggles with the gruesomeness of ownership en gros. It’s the sovereignty she despises that edges into the foreground, as in the refrain “edge of vomit, edge of everything.” These words land, poured into a glass: the paradox of being pained by borders and containers, but roused by the forces that survive. It’s this tension that leads us to hold our breath at the dream that water, itself, dreams.
— Cynthia Arrieu-King
— Cynthia Arrieu-King
About the Author
Laura Jaramillo is a poet and critic from Queens, New York living in Durham, North Carolina. Her previous books include Material Girl (subpress). She holds a PhD in critical theory from Duke University. She co-runs the North Carolina-based reading and performance series Paradiso.
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Praise for Making Water
This is a work of the slow, dark magic language can be when a writer lets words fall—in fragments or spiraling syntax—down into the wet loam of memory and presence, down into the susceptible body. Jaramillo’s example and invitation is to add to this substrate our vomited sovereignty. That’s how we’ll join the constellations of these sequences, themselves part of “the world’s intelligence in excess of the instruments.” So distributed, reader, we could destroy the systems of shallow feeling and fast value so this book may be more than our dearly-held secret. Let’s.
— Farid Matuk
— Farid Matuk
Laura Jaramillo’s Making Water unpacks a lovely liquid landscape shot through with the promise of violence. How can you know anything in a world of permeable boundaries, where even time moves like water, or is it blood? How can you know anything where “we are dislocations / incidentally cut / with experience?” Where you become aware of something only as it & you become something else that disappears? In Making Water, Jaramillo shows all this becoming demands an ethics. For instance, you have to be against border enforcement. The going is hard, but when it’s also beautiful, “[l]ight scatters through the canopy as a disco ball throws light.”
— Wendy Trevino
— Wendy Trevino
I love Making Water, this poetry of continual transformation. Some rain, oceanic, elegiac, synesthetic—so you can see, and feel, and think beyond capital’s empty prescriptions for our lives. Any real poet is “a hammer broken against work,” struggling to take care of loved ones in a sick world while carving out alternative possibilities. This book is a record of such struggle, its language like water, intent on truth. Laura Jaramillo shows us “how everything in its vibrancy is bound and bucks meaning,” and her lyric connectivity and barbed wit open the imagination.
— Ryan Eckes
— Ryan Eckes
In the sorrowful Making Water, Laura Jaramillo’s poems pivot just out of typical light into glamorous and eerie sun. Water here acts as a medium for these intimate elegies, its movements irreducible as the effect of one person’s life on another’s. The speaker has done a disappearing act, letting water exist as disembodied, plasmic, and thorough. More than once, I felt like I was staring at a living still, a tribute to the cinema. But then one feels Jaramillo at work, giving probing attention to synergistic energy, to using one dimension of the real to uplift another. The voice in these poems struggles with the gruesomeness of ownership en gros. It’s the sovereignty she despises that edges into the foreground, as in the refrain “edge of vomit, edge of everything.” These words land, poured into a glass: the paradox of being pained by borders and containers, but roused by the forces that survive. It’s this tension that leads us to hold our breath at the dream that water, itself, dreams.
— Cynthia Arrieu-King
— Cynthia Arrieu-King
About the Author
Laura Jaramillo is a poet and critic from Queens, New York living in Durham, North Carolina. Her previous books include Material Girl (subpress). She holds a PhD in critical theory from Duke University. She co-runs the North Carolina-based reading and performance series Paradiso.
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