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Lucky Fish by Aimee Nezhukumatathil


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Lucky Fish
Aimee Nezhukumatathil
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Synopsis

Lucky Fish travels along a lush current — a confluence of leaping vocabulary and startling formal variety, with upwelling gratitude at its source: for love, motherhood, “new hope,” and the fluid and rich possibilities of words themselves. With an exuberant appetite for “my morning song, my scurry-step, my dew,” anchored in complicated human situations, this astounding young poet’s third collection of poems is her strongest yet.

Advance praise:
Nezhukumatathil's third book is fascinated with the small mechanisms of being, whether natural, personal, or imagined. Everything from eating eels in the Ozark mountains to the history of red dye finds a rich life in her poems. At times her lush settings and small stories are reminiscent of fairy tales, while at others Nezhukumatathil speaks with resonance and fierceness. Even as the poems jump from the Philippines to India to New York, they still take their time, stopping to notice that 'there is no mystery on water/ greater than the absence of rust,' and to draw small but wonderful parallels.
—Publishers Weekly
A farmer is devoured by a flower in one of the many beguiling poems of Lucky Fish. This is the sensation I often had reading Aimee Nezhukumatathil’s wonderful new collection—that of being immersed in a limber intelligence. Rooted in the terrains of culture, place, and parenthood, and buoyed by inventive language that is joyous and sincere, Lucky Fishis a book of copious heart and imagination. How wonderful to watch a writer who was already among the best young poets get even better!
—Terrance Hayes
Aimee Nezhukumatathil’s latest collection of fanciful and carefully wrought poems are once again far-reaching in geographic scope and linguistic imagination. Here is a poet willing to praise the earth, the animals, the 'mud and its confusion,' as well as the human 'sleep-sloppy mouths.' These are sensual dreamscapes of allegory and fable, but with a righteous bite and the razor sting of perception, Lucky Fish is alive with the poet writing well and passionately in a world she cares deeply about.
—Dorianne Laux
The sense of wonder in Aimee Nezhukumatathil’s poetry has the quality of a cool breeze on a hot day. These poems convey affection for and passionate involvement with the world. 'I want to always know the brightness/of a gumball,' she writes, and I believe her, believe she wants and is capable of such luster, such innocence.
—Bob Hicok
In Lucky Fish, a reader will encounter new words used together in original ways, new perspectives wound around each other—once, twice, three times—in enlightening combinations, and new music, new sounds, new rhythms presented in a clear, searching, and engaging voice. Aimee Nezhukumatathil's poems create a captivating world of culture, family, and the earth. Enter, explore, and enjoy.
—Pattiann Rogers

Awards

Winner, Eric Hoffer Award, Grand Prize
Winner, da Vinci Eye Award for cover art and design
Co-Winner, Gold Medal IPPY Award

Reader's Companion

Tupelo Press is pleased to provide the Lucky Fish Reader’s Companion in free, downloadable PDF format. Click the link to download. (184 K)

Selected Poems

ARE ALL THE BREAK-UPS IN YOUR POEMS REAL? If by real you mean as real as a shark tooth stuck in your heel, the wetness of a finished lollipop stick, the surprise of a thumbtack in your purse— then Yes, every last page is true, every nuance, bit, and bite. Wait. I have made them up—all of them— and when I say I am married, it means I married all of them, a whole neighborhood of past loves. Can you imagine the number of bouquets, how many slices of cake? Even now, my husbands plan a great meal for us—one chops up some parsley, one stirs a bubbling pot on the stove. One changes the baby, and one sleeps in a fat chair. One flips through the newspaper, another whistles while he shaves in the shower, and every single one of them wonders what time I am coming home. ECLIPSE for Pascal She's been warned not to sleep with moonlight on her face or she will be taken from her house. She wears eel-skin to protect herself. She tilts her face to the night sky when no one is looking. During the eclipse, eels bubble in their dark and secret caves. Toads frenzy in pastures just outside of town, surrounding the dumb cows in a wet mess of croak and sizzle. Years later, she would touch the hand of a green-eyed man by the weird light. Because of him, she plants a moon garden: freesia, snowdrops, fotherfilla, bugbane. She is a runner-bean, stretching best and brilliant in this light. Their child is moon-faced. She is crazy about them. She is lunatic. She is taken. She is a hymn book flipped open.

Reviews

Very few poets have a world within a collection, perhaps because the point of view is not always so absolute. Nezhukumatathil, however, flattens that paper asterisk globe and plays with the ends until she pushes together whichever parts she wants. That is her gift; she brings her worlds together and creates a new one. It is a kind of magical realism, in which magic and reality are strung together and carefully cultivated into something new.
— M F Macpherson, Redactions
Not only does each poem possess a fierce insight at its core, but they also reveal the sheen and wink of each facet that makes up their subjects. The poems shift from the microscopic to the macro and back again with just a flicker; they marvel at the spectral color of both the individual cell and the entire forest[.]
— Deborah Kim, Indiana Review
The tone of these lines is that of a subtle storyteller who we want to believe in spite of the fantastic nature of the narrative. Her skill in depicting exact detail helps readers dive into her imagined world without qualms; delicate lyrical lines such as “[l]ight water on the walls of an already warm glass” and the repetition in “[t]here is the sink and the soap but nothing to scrub… / [t]here is the sink, the violet eye, the squawk, the fright” helps readers navigate the subtle tonal register of the tale. We might forget ourselves in this poem; this is one of the great joys of reading Lucky Fish.
— Gina Barnard, The California Journal of Poetics
In poem after poem of this solid collection, Nezhukumatathil does what Marianne Moore suggests poetry ought to do, place readers in 'imaginary gardens with real toads in them'—as such she guides us through the imaginary realm, 'with all its rawness,' of the poet’s world attuned to our senses.
— Marcus Myers, NewPages
Aimee Nezhukumatathil’s third book, recently released by Tupelo Press (which also published Miracle Fruit and At the Drive-In Volcano) affirms her reputation as one of the master miners of the curios fact in science, history, nature and culture. With unparalleled ease, she’s able to weave each intriguing detail into a nuanced, thought-provoking poem that also reads like a startling modern-day fable.
Rigoberto González on Aimee Nezhukumatathil's Lucky Fish'
The online journal Pirene's Fountain features a showcase on Aimee as well as an interview with her:
I have always felt a pull and push to record the landscape, first starting as a way of remembrance, I think. My family moved five times before I started high school and it was my way of remembering the smell of creosote shrubs in Phoenix, catalpa seeds and wide skies in Kansas, fruit and veggie stands and showy maple displays of Western New York. And then I had the same impulse to record and try to make sense of my travels to India and Philippines, lands where my parents are from and where I feel both strangely at home and yet very much a stranger.

There's a symmetry, I think, to the sections with Nezhukumatathil's wonderment of the world, even down to such tiny levels as thorough examinations of something like red dye, on one side of her personal poems, and then the motherhood inspired poems on the other side of her more personal poems.
Dan Wickett, "Emerging Writers Network"