No Knowledge Is Complete Until It Passes Through My Body Denise Riley while in thirsty a cold-eyed

while in thirsty a cold-eyed flâneur surveys the workings of the city

Building with the narrative quality of a novel

Part aesthetic treatise ("a poem is not going to give precise directions")

ze schetst de vernietiging van leefomgevingen en geschiedenissen

No Knowledge Is Complete Until It Passes Through My Body Denise Riley while in thirsty a cold-eyedAsiya Wadud Part transcript, part transmission, these poems explore the intelligence of the body, especially the body under duress. As Tina Campt has put it: 'Asiya Wadud is a weaver of magical syllables. In her hands, language has weft and warp, words have intricate texture, and sentences unravel and reassemble as tangled webs of gold. In No Knowledge Is Complete Until It Passes Through My Body, her sentences enfold black feminism in verse. They