cover outtakes form What good does it do for a person to wake up one morning this side of the new millennium to celebrate itâs publication this month
@deepvellum
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The rhetorical title of the collection posits the crisis that is underway. Simonsen asks: as a species among species, all comprised of the matter of the universe, how has our compulsion to hierarchically categorize everything estranged us from ourselves, each other, and the rest of this world? It explores the human relationship with itself as an element of the natural world. The collection follows the process as the narrator reckons with estrangement from his fellow organisms, and turns to the greater materiality of the world to find continuity, connection, and solace.
The author and translator were especially drawn to vintage illustrations, some of which included butterflies (this being my favorite), and specifically referenced 1800-1900s illustrations. And some especially moving passages like the ones below:
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Why did I wake up, more than halfway to ash, on this morning in this new millennium. From dreams that unfolded in mountains along swollen rivers carving ravines, Macedonian in their grandeur, down into butterfly valleys, marshlands where the grass swayed in slow motion like a scene from Tarkovskyâs film Stalker.
No one can rewind back to the beginning. This morning that big, light-blue butterfly was a caterpillar.
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For the second and third comp in this series I was especially drawn to
@thicketdesign âs work. Early ideas from the author and translator discussed fusing nature and anatomy, leaning into a vintage illustration style and I thought hers was PERFECT. I talked to the artist and she is very willing to work with a publisher, but it was considered too contemporary for the title. I particularly liked pairing it with what I deemed âsanatorium signage style typographyâ and a deep desire to justify the shortest word (see how I try to use poems)
And lastly I wanted to show anatomy and nature together, as if they were viewed on a microscope slide, like within our cells is everything, with the brain at the bottom and flattened flowers butterflies and seashells as you rise to the top.