The Shining Material is about saying I. Disrupt, interrupt, challenge I? How boring. How violent. Better/instead/also cradle-interrogate I; to a steaming, exfoliating shining, hold I: the curve at the top of I, the curve at the base of I, the long shaft I oh I. Sigh: I, you get a lot of shit, so in The Shining Material, the poet speaks you meekly, hoarsely, disobediently: witness Aisha Sasha John braid self-portrature, ekphrasis, and her own brand of psalm to produce an experience much like falling down the stairs and it helping.
