Eke

<p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>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 <em>Kith</em> and <em>Curb</em></strong></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Exquisite tantalising construction. -Shubigi Rao author <em>Pulp III: An Intimate Inventory of the Banished Book</em> and winner Singapore Literature Prize 2024</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>A visual enactment of attempts at articulating <em>Eke</em> is the <em>at-tempt-ation</em> towards meaning.</strong></p><p></p><p>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?</p><p></p><p>A collection of visual aberrations that fumble and stammer and that concede that a closure in expression can never be achieved the poems of <em>Eke </em>ache towards both painful and opportune expression.</p>