The world held us / In glass circles
January 2, 2018
We start off 2018 with a new portfolio, Sight. How can we trust the evidence of our eyes, when no gaze is ever neutral, and there are so many ways of seeing? In this compelling trio of poems, Singaporean writer Teng Qian Xi refracts and refocuses our line of sight, reminding us that rays of light don’t necessarily travel in straight lines.
Three Poems
by Teng Qian Xi
Body
You imagine emptying
your bag of blood & bones
until it entices love
from the gazes of strangers and friends,
every retina a stray animal
you feed and name
until your life overflows
with their hunger.
Try mirrors:
we can see what is behind us,
look at gorgons.
Reconfigurations
Trying to pin your constellation
With accuracy
In the night house
Of my own mind
For each inch of longing is an inch of dust.
**
Someone diagnoses us as
Telescoped.
I understand
The word as
Gazing at another
Planet
Deepening
Through glass circles held
At a necessary distance
From objects
Surfacing years later
In the nights of your own world.
* * * * *
The constellation
Of my own
Accuracy is trying
To house your mind
Pinned in
Each inch of night
With longing
For an inch of dust.
**
The world held us
In glass circles
A word surfaces nights later
From another planet
Someone diagnoses
As telescoped as I gaze through
Necessary objects
At the deepening years
Of your own distance
* * * * *
In each inch of constellation
Is longing
Pinning night
To the house of dust
Within my own mind
For accuracy
Try an inch of yours
**
Later the telescoped nights
Surfacing from your own objects
I diagnose us
At a necessary distance
Circling through worlds
Gazing at glass years
As the planet of words deepens
As someone held another
Note: “Reconfigurations” consists of fragments from the poems “The Evolution of Language”, “Eye and Tongue”, “three love objects”, and “Night Poem”, published in Teng Qian Xi’s collection They hear salt crystallising (2010).
glass
The transparent refuses to throw your face
back at you, forcing your attention
beyond yourself, itself.
**
The transparent as protection. Think of school labs:
what stands between your skin
and what burns.
**
The transparent as survival. The sun,
a magnifying glass, dark tinder,
a white point of light.
**
The transparent is smashed because you forget
it too occupies space until your skin
chances on its jagged edge.