博客來＂Shimmer[s] at the edges of language, where sense becomes sensuous and shifts us away from our habits of silence and speech.＂ -Divya Victor, author of Kith and Curb
＂Exquisite, tantalising construction.＂ -Shubigi Rao, author, Pulp III: An Intimate Inventory of the Banished Book, and winner, Singapore Literature Prize 2024
A visual enactment of attempts at articulating, Eke is the at-tempt-ation towards meaning.
What does the feeling of holding your words and thoughts back-stuck and struck in a state of percolation, a plasma state of signification-feel like? What does it look like for ambivalence and divergence to converge during the moment of articulation, when all word-opportunities collide at once, like wildly unspooling threads, like heavy raindrops on a glass surface racing from one fork to the next?
A collection of visual aberrations that fumble and stammer, and that concede that a closure in expression can never be achieved, the poems of Eke ache towards both painful and opportune expression.
