Domenico Capilongo

Wi-fi binary coded pheromones of skyped striptease.
~online dating

Send by Domenico Capilongo is the writer’s second collection of poetry. Capilongo lives with his family in Toronto, where he teaches alternative education and karate. He has had work published in Descant, The New Quarterly, Dreamcatcher, and Geist. His first book of poetry, I thought elvis was italian, came out in 2008 from Wolsak & Wynn.

Send is an interesting mix of stream of conscious commentary on the new electronic age filled with alliteration and chaos. We live our modern lives surrounded by “veins web and connect a turning century of marketplaces to the smooth epidermis of suburban front lawns.” Capilongo brings insight to the reader from what we see or experience daily from the man talking on his phone in the public restroom to how to get to Sesame Street (GPS, of course). Language is paid tribute from smoke signals, cans connected by a string, proper email closings, curious words, and dead languages. “After rob ford” written in English, translated into Latin, and translated back into English as an experiment in language or simply playing with Google translate which on a good day can help one communicate with a foreign writer in something resembling childlike grammar.

A good but very narrow collection… (altro)