Cynie Cory's Redacted Sonnets overlay asemic collage by Jay Snodgrass. The layers of language and linguistic opportunity are rendered here, and re-rendered mute. Opportunities to speak and be heard, to be known and understood, to exist beneath the pulverizing pressure of eyes, the seismic weight of unspeakable trauma, have been drawn out, have been uttered and have, of their own will, decayed into fragments. These poems represent a linguistic upheaval and exist as artifacts, as evidence of past identities, evidence of the speaker's past, the author's, evidence of you, the witness. None of this is tenable, none of this makes sense. Which is, of course, the point.
