Our Bookseller says:
Like using a lighter to open a wine bottle or the butt of a knife to shell a nut, Charles’s feeld doesn’t look to reclaim language but repurpose, speculate, create something new where standard English fails to represent the trans experience. The result is a mix of text-speak and Chaucerian English—visually minimal poems overflowing with puns. (Look at the title: feeld. something grassy and pastoral? A weird past tense of felt?) Next to Tommy Pico’s JUNK, this is my favorite poetry collection of 2018 and one of the most important books I’ve ever read. So smart. So funny. So necessary. – Mason 🙂
“Irreplaceable and enticing . . . The future of American poetry.” —STEPHANIE BURT
LONGLISTED FOR THE 2018 NATIONAL BOOK AWARD
A FINALIST FOR THE 2018 LA TIMES BOOK PRIZE IN POETRY
A NEW YORKER BEST POETRY BOOK OF 2018
A VULTURE BEST POETRY BOOK OF 2018
A LIBRARY JOURNAL BEST BOOK OF 2018
“i care so much abot the whord i cant reed.” In feeld, Charles stakes her claim on the language available to speak about trans experience, reckoning with the narratives that have come before by reclaiming the language of the past. In Charles’s electrifying transliteration of English, what is old is made new again. “gendre is not the tran organe / gendre is yes a hemorage.” “did u kno not a monthe goes bye / a tran i kno doesnt dye.” The world of feeld is our own, but off-kilter, distinctly queer—making visible what was formerly and forcefully hidden: trauma, liberation, strength, and joy.
Urgent and vital, feeld composes a new and highly inventive lyrical narrative of what it means to live inside a marked body.