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    By Karin Schimke

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    In her second volume of poetry, Karin Schimke explores the idea of home, contemplating notions of belonging and un-belonging and the various places and ways in which one is at home . With her characteristic lyricism, Schimke questions the poet s right or duty to speak, while delivering a meditation on love in all its cruel, gleaming facets, as she traces her own psychic constellations back into the blistering orbit of her father. Drawing from the blood and milk of memory, in symphonic shifts of language, her poems are as forgiving as they are furious, summoning both the elemental and the numinous in a masterful painting of the relationship between people and the natural world. Traversing the haunted landscapes of the past and present, the political and the personal, Navigate is a psalm, startling in its honesty, unforgettable in its beauty.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherModjaji Books
    Release dateDec 29, 2017
    ISBN9781928215561
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      Publication © Modjaji Books 2017

      Text © Karin Schimke 2017

      First published in 2017 by Modjaji Books

      modjajibooks.co.za

      ISBN print: 978-1-928215-26-4

      e-book: 978-1-928215-56-1

      Book and cover design: Megan Ross

      Cover artwork: Tammy Griffin

      Author photograph: Paul Reeves

      Set in Crimson Text 11 pt

      Contents

      Myopia

      The workshop

      The immigrant

      The immigrant’s collections

      The Shasta daisy’s native range

      The garden

      Hybrids

      The existence of home

      Learning to swim

      Praxis – four steps to understanding change

      i. the wheels are coming off

      ii. not co-opted

      iii. a shortish summary of revolution

      iv. ferocious

      Taped beak – seven songs of self-censorship

      The things they do not tell you

      Afer

      Weed

      Rock fig

      Smoking

      Superstition

      Do you remember that time when so many people we knew were dying?

      Cleaning the wound

      Have you ever seen a maggot move?

      First flush

      January swim

      Spring outing

      What wedding is this?

      How the architect lives

      Rain

      Truffler

      Bright star

      Shunt

      Pathfinders

      Then why

      Native

      When I finally get to Bhutan

      The first time we went for a walk

      my lips blister, my tongue dries.

      atonal winds, weather all wall-eyed.

      Myopia

      My father had a monocle

      for the myriad mysteries

      he could fix and unpick.

      Sometimes I would lie

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