Book Review: Projection Machine by Debrah Morkun

Impression

I just finished Projection Machine.

Today is the second grey day that we have had where the clouds are misty and thick with humidity. A gentle wet breath blown over the crisped, tinder hills of the dry summer months.

I read it in one sitting, moved like the sudden storms that last only moments yet leave the landscape fully transformed. I felt the revelations like flowers turning their faces up to the rain. Even as I whispered them aloud to myself, in a voice I could feel more than hear, I could sense that soft tender animal stretching out within me - my own poems rising up to meet the symbolism and syncronicity of the moment.

I find that good poetry makes me want to play, to write, to cry. It says “yes, that poem is a force of nature within you that is foolish to fight”.

Morkun writes “I write this way because it happened to me” and “it happened to you, too”.

I remember.

I remember.

Favorite Quotes

P. 13 “The name of the transcendent

remains hidden. The obvious

place to look for it is among

the vowels:”

P. 22 “Before our first utterance, we learned pollen language.”

P. 30 “At the center of the Earth, they surmised, is a storehouse (wasteland)

of precious metals. The trick is to get the center of the Earth without getting stuck there.

Venus is the Viking planet. Mercuries is where Hermes lives. The sun creates lighthouse.”

Recommended For

Water signs, poet-lovers and artists, particularly those who love exploring themes of spirit and nature

Ideal Setting

*perched on a fire escape looking out over a city park

*looking out a window on a particularly overcast day in summer, where the brightness of all the life (green grasses and fireworks of flowers) contrasts against the soft worn cotton of the sky

*out loud to your beloveds (may they been human or animal or plant or spirit), letting yourself play with language and see where you find yourself

Rating

⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

Book #102 of 2024