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      October 18, 2021The Comeback of SpeedosTishani Doshi

      I’ll keep this brief. I remember the shock of Mr. G’s tiger-striped trunks
      at the Madras Gymkhana Club. Nothing to conceal, everything to
      declare, like a Mills & Boon hero. Shiver of ball and sack, acres
      of hairy scrub. We could not imagine such freedom for
      ourselves. To slice through chlorinated depths
      with a little basket of dim sum on display.
      We were girls. To open our legs
      was treason. We held
      our breath.

      from #73 – Fall 2021

      Tishani Doshi

      “There’s something marvelous about the conciseness and smallness of poems. I love that they are small and yet very big, and that you can spend time with one poem and it can expand so much in you. There’s something about the distillation of the form that is allowed to say things in a way that we can’t do with other arts. There’s something mysterious about it. Nobody is able to define exactly what a poem is; nobody’s able to say what makes a poem good or not—these are still questions that are out for debate, and, in a way, I think they’re meaningless. If a poem touches you or moves you, it has the possibility of transformation, and I’m really interested in that. Of course, novels can do that, and dance is capable of those transformative moments, but a poem for me also reaches back to a tradition of orality, the spoken word, of putting something into existence just by speaking it, by naming it. There’s something ancient in that. There’s something powerful about incantation. I’m less interested in breaking down a poem than in the sense of a poem just washing over you and changing you somehow.”