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Winner of the Fall 2015 Black River Chapbook Competition
A long poem in two parts, Retribution Binary is an unearthing of trauma and its many fractures. Baumann explores the psychological and spiritual mayhem of the loss of body ownership, how one both takes that back and can never take it back: “Hands laid on the body lay still in the body. Ghost leeches parasites of rotten wanting.” Retribution Binary‘s splinters dig deep, burrowing also into the psyche of the perpetrator. The text at once humanizes and exposes the criminal greed and apathy in him: “If the body is a crime Hell / His lips solemn His head whole / Her age is an appetite.”
In this excavation into wreckage and living with it and inside it, Baumann lays bare the false promise of “after$$ daring us inside an experience of trauma that defies easy resolution. In fact, it is always recurring, not buried, not cured, but not conquering either. In Baumann’s landscape, “The girl asks for a little place to lay her head. She will keep walking after.”
FROM RETRIBUTION BINARY:
Wishbones in the head a vortex. Clouds gathered at the nape. Storm a cheap medium. Dissolution, call it progress. Her sleep a glass wall against. Her body collected against an underpass. Rain watches. Keeps score, makes it up. When his eyes were big they were so. Glassy want-mongers million-tongued stupid pseudo-beast. Give a man dominoes & he will fish forever. She shivers. The gutting wasn’t so bad. As was the living gutted. Emptiness the loudest papercut. But energy does not die. The raw blankness it feasts.