Cemetery Ink - (Pitt Poetry) by Mihaela Moscaliuc (Paperback)

About the Book

Poetry that Connects Research and History to Lived Experience while Addressing the Ethics of Representation and Appropriation

Book Synopsis

In poems of compassion and social justice, Mihaela Moscaliuc probes borders and memory to work through, and further complicate, understandings of belonging--from places (including her native Romania) and histories, to ways of knowing, loving, and grieving. If the wounded populate these poems, so too do goats, black swans, centipedes, dismembered dolls, and wandering wombs. The ekphrastic sequence on Rousseau's The Sleeping Gypsy honors stories of Roma people while addressing issues of (mis)representation and epistemic violence. As in previous collections, cemeteries become sites of power, holding the living accountable.

The homeless women of Iaşi

So many shouting at no one, disputing
accusations, nodding maniacally,
flogging trees with headscarves--
their pantomimes re-populate
sidewalks with ousted ghosts.
They pose no threat
but we detour cautiously,
afraid their siren voices might awaken
the penal colony in our ribcage.

Review Quotes

Cemetery Ink takes you on a poetic journey to various places, such as psychiatric hospitals, haunted islands, goat pastures, streets teeming with homeless women, and invites you to reflect on oil paintings, cemeteries, and the history of massacres. The poems pop up like websites, and the readers choose how far deep they wish to surf for meaning.-- "New York Journal of Books"

At the very opening of Cemetery Ink I hit the phrase 'the penal colony in our ribcage.' Or rather, it hit me, and I handed myself over to the wisdom, fearlessness, and verbal verve of this poet. Moscaliuc is a poet in the middle of her journey, but an old soul. 'May you preserve the wisdom with which you arrive, ' she tells an unborn son, and I sense she has taken pains to do just that herself. In 'Maggot Therapy' she borrows the personae of three young women in a Romanian psychiatric hospital. 'I hold the raddled deck, ' she says in the voice of the fortune teller. She admires the 'silky bagworm nest fastened so ingeniously to the apple branch.' With a novelist's grasp of a social system and a poet's attention to form and flesh, Moscaliuc has filled her poems with life, death, suffering, pleasure, and power.--Alicia Ostriker

Listen for the forward-motion in syncopations that pause only briefly in death-knell, prayer, and spell. We seem to travel in visceral time with the poet's hands and eyes. Moscaliuc's gorgeous visual work creates a speeding Bruegelesque world-in-transit: cinematic, yes, but also deeply tactile, in moments which feel somehow stilled in the immortal.--Judith Vollmer

Moscaliuc's poems are . . . are composed from the atoms of accumulated trauma and joy, from intimacies stored in cells, coursing through nerves and arteries. Her stories are told not through narrative, but through confluence, synthesis, conflation; flesh in words, the soul historicized and vital.-- "Heavy Feather Review"

Objective, authentic, and ultimately vulnerable . . . without affect or strain, an intensity found only in the greatest poems.-- "Brooklyn Rail"

Shifting spaces and beings move furiously through the remarkable poetry of Mihaela Moscaliuc. Passageways writhe into and back from realms of the dead, and from the rubble of a layered underworld and a nearly ruined surface, we hear a range of voices, and return bearing their star-essences or their soil on our skin. Moscaliuc's ravaged earth-plane breathes poems radiant and visionary.-- "Pleiades"

About the Author

Mihaela Moscaliuc is the author of the poetry collections Immigrant Model and Father Dirt and the translator of Liliana Ursu's Clay and Star and Carmelia Leonte's The Hiss of the Viper. Her awards include two Glenna Luschei Awards, residencies at the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts, MacDowell, and Le Chateau de Lavigny, and a Fulbright fellowship to Romania. She is associate professor of English at Monmouth University.