In this collection of fifty-odd poems,. The reader will be struck by a visceral quality of writing. The body’s desire to remember struggles against the opposed desire to free itself from all remembrance, on every page. No moral ascents, no aesthetic shoveling, no objective correlative. The voice is transparent and personal. Made up of images that are tersely presented and placed with a very individualistic sense of urgency, this poetry immediately attracts attention to its design. No rhymes, reasons or ‘isms’ does it carry. Only images that have the ability to take toots in readers’ minds. Memory finds its new poetics in Shomashuklla debut collection, I Have seen That Face Before.