Bluest Nude
Ama Codjoe, poems
Milkweed, 2022
The blue of childbirth, of snowfall. Blue the lost tooth of rainwater. Blue as it is pained into aching for ugliness. Blue as a shape that not so much shifts as moves in reverse to reverse. Ama Codjoe’s Bluest Nude is a cleansing work of saturation both transient and kept. It dances away and in place, as a spider’s dream twinning its silver invite between light and death. Redaction and revision refuse to share an afterlife, but meet in the mud as the clayed rendezvous of lyric and verse. This is the stuff of making. The body as a wordless spell. As nakedness stripping beneath an unfinished star. There is always an image one must entertain to be a form. Codjoe sees it, and sees it change.
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reflection by Barton Smock
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