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Honorifics
Honorifics
Honorifics
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Honorifics

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Cynthia Miller's debut poetry collection, Honorifics, is an astonishing, adventurous, and innovative exploration of family, Malaysian-Chinese cultural identity, and immigration. From jellyfish blooms to glitch art and distant stars, taking in Greek gods, space shuttles and wedding china along the way, Miller's mesmerizing approach is experimental, luscious, and expansive with longing - "My skin hunger could fill a galaxy".
Here, the poetry is interwoven with the words for all the things we honour – our loved ones and our ancestors, home and homecomings, and all that is precious and makes us feel that we belong and are beloved. It is also a book that examines contemporary issues of migration in sharp and enquiring relief. Language itself becomes a radical power for reimaging, challenging, and making change, and Miller's distinctive and multifaceted poetry creates an extraordinary space for multiplicity and celebration.
'This is language and detail, honed and luxurious. This is space and memory and migratory patterns and fable. An array of formal play and innovation. And everything finely weighted like a gift-box of intricate, interlocking mechanisms.' – Jacob Sam-La Rose
'Honorifics is a dazzlingly inventive collection that circles around themes of love and yearning, family history and migration, with a sophisticated touch. Formally playful, these poems are alive with imagery and a restless intelligence'– Jane Yeh
LanguageEnglish
Release dateJun 24, 2021
ISBN9781913437169
Honorifics
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Cynthia Miller

Cynthia Miller is a Malaysian-American poet, festival producer and innovation consultant living in Edinburgh. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Ambit, The Rialto, Butcher's Dog, Poetry Birmingham Literary Journal, harana poetry, The Best New British and Irish Poets and Primers Volume Two. She is also Co-Founder of the Verve Poetry Festival.

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    Honorifics - Cynthia Miller

    Sayang / Sayang

    Portmeirion

    "[English] has no grammar to describe something which

    has already happened for you and which will be for me."

        – Carlo Rovelli

    1.

    Physicists debate

        whether when we

    remember something

        we access

    that original memory

        or a shortcut in the brain.

    There is debate, too,

        amongst scientists

    over whether too many

        shortcuts might,

    over time, disintegrate

        the source memory.

    The way English teachers

        year after year

    kept photocopying

        the photocopies

    until the original text

        faded completely.

    The way oil

        from fingertips

    can destroy

        a precious document

    over time

        if handled too often.

    The way I keep

        memories in

    a temperature-controlled

        vault and hide the key

    at the back of the

        cupboard of my mind.

    NASA recently photographed

        a far-off star

    orbiting a far-off

        planet, light years

    from us, already winked

        out of our future.

    2.

    Last Christmas

        my mother gave me

    a Portmeirion cup,

        last one from her beloved

    wedding set, a wreath of

        dark leaves on its lip.

    She had wrapped it

        in soft cotton t-shirts

    and blue bubble wrap,

        gently tucked it in her

    carry-on, a small bird

        travelling miles to reach me.

    One day I saw a similar set

        in a charity shop,

    dinner plate bloom of

        forget-me-nots and

    heartsease, and felt a black hole

        yawn open inside me.

    Though it has yet to come,

        it’s coming.

    Though it has yet to happen,

        it’s happening.

    This is the only way to explain

        how afraid I am of my mother dying:

    My fear is a collapsing star

        eating all light.

    The cup is still in the

        cupboard, untouched.

    3.

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    5.

    The first circle

    is a litany of laurel leaves around the edge.

    The second circle

    is the one I pace into the ground.

    The third circle

    is a dropped headlamp, looping small moons.

    My body takes on sadness the way lily pollen stains

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