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A review by annajoyreed93
Incorrect Merciful Impulses by Camille Rankine
emotional
reflective
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? N/A
- Strong character development? N/A
- Loveable characters? N/A
- Diverse cast of characters? N/A
- Flaws of characters a main focus? N/A
4.0
Incorrect Merciful Impulses is for the tender-hearted, the romantic, those who carry around a heaviness and aren’t sure what to do with it. I loved it.
“I’m sure I’ve pitied you
all wrong. I don’t know how
it’s done. I never learned.
I engulf with an affection from a chasm
in my gut, a sweet trapdoor, a heart-shaped hole,
a pretty well that threatens to swallow me up.”
- from The Problem of Death within Life
“I can stop this anytime
or I can’t, I can’t
decide, do I
cup my hands to receive
some element of grace, or
brace my frame against the harsh
that I create.”
- from Wake
“The grief is a planet. A dust ring.
A small moon that’s been hidden
under my pillow, that’s been changing
the way my body moves this whole time.”
- from The Increasing Frequency of Black Swans
“I want to give you everything.
This is called a sickness.
By way of remedy, I am decorum
bound, swept
up and hushed. I forget myself.
I lay my goods down, lay my arms down
in the dust. Then it’s a heaviness
I borrow and am taught
to own. What’s mine is mine.”
- from Possession
“as is our way
we have come too far
to turn away from this
kernel that shapes
us into other
than animal or just
animal enough
to breed and break…”
- from Ex Machina
“I’ve given up
on sense, except
the patterns
of the morning
the way you sigh
and shield
your eyes from light.”
- from Still Life with Copernicus & Hypnophobia
“I’m sure I’ve pitied you
all wrong. I don’t know how
it’s done. I never learned.
I engulf with an affection from a chasm
in my gut, a sweet trapdoor, a heart-shaped hole,
a pretty well that threatens to swallow me up.”
- from The Problem of Death within Life
“I can stop this anytime
or I can’t, I can’t
decide, do I
cup my hands to receive
some element of grace, or
brace my frame against the harsh
that I create.”
- from Wake
“The grief is a planet. A dust ring.
A small moon that’s been hidden
under my pillow, that’s been changing
the way my body moves this whole time.”
- from The Increasing Frequency of Black Swans
“I want to give you everything.
This is called a sickness.
By way of remedy, I am decorum
bound, swept
up and hushed. I forget myself.
I lay my goods down, lay my arms down
in the dust. Then it’s a heaviness
I borrow and am taught
to own. What’s mine is mine.”
- from Possession
“as is our way
we have come too far
to turn away from this
kernel that shapes
us into other
than animal or just
animal enough
to breed and break…”
- from Ex Machina
“I’ve given up
on sense, except
the patterns
of the morning
the way you sigh
and shield
your eyes from light.”
- from Still Life with Copernicus & Hypnophobia