Banango Lit

by: Justin Carter

edit: link to the actual collection is HERE.

I don’t know who Gabby Gabby is. The best I can figure out is that she lives in Williamsburg, Virginia (thanks Beach Sloth) and that she surfaced on the ‘alt-lit’ scene fairly recently. She had a poem published in the first issue of a new online journal called ‘screaming seahorse’. She has something forthcoming at Metazen. She has posted some pictures of herself wearing little to no clothing on the internet. She has written some very good essays.

I guess I know a little. Idk.

The Black Dot Series is very minimalistic. Each poem features a large black circle with text inside, and then features another line of text underneath the circle.

I’m not entirely sure what to say about these poems.

Gabby Gabby seems to be writing from a place of loneliness and desire and longing. These poems feel like they went through terrible break-ups and then were hung on clotheslines for a little while, in the summer sun, until they were red and crying. These poems feel like they are sinking ships and you have this hope that you will survive even though you know that you are going to drown in the North Atlantic. These poems are the Titanic.

I am not including text here because the poems are all very short and you should just go read them all.

These poems have caused me to have a small tear inside my left eye that refuses to finish coming out.

This review is worthless. Read these poems because they will probably make you feel sad. Read them because they probably make Gabby Gabby feel sad also.

Read them so you can be sad, because being sad is the first step to not being sad in the future.

These poems are sinking stones. These poems are not skipping along the creek’s surface. They are falling. These poems are falling. These poems do not know how to swim.

Drown with these poems.

Please.