Che | Matthew Klane

An icon is not an iceberg. Unless … the calving glacier is Che—Matthew Klane’s Che. Sonic totem poles whittle away at the revolutionary’s fervor. Murals as brash as graffiti travel continents, ushering us amid lepers and snipers. This book is a bedside jungle. “What makes a man?” asks Klane as he trips on being Che. Guevara’s course turns history, torques typography. Be the vehicle./ Be the cogs in the wheel./ Be the tarmac, turning curved,/ through the narrow pass of my nerves./ C, h, e. This collection is a grand addition to the collective collaboration that is Che. Fire and ice. Che, “Codex Zodiac Billboards.” Che, “Codex Xolotl (Soul Conductor).” Che, “The People’s Theater.” I wanted to live/ in the ether,/ to storm/ sense’s sentineled/ gates—/ to meet destiny,/ grandeur/ and wretchedness,/ and stand in the winner’s/ etcetera.