Coeur de Lion
Now that I am not addressing you But the you” of poetry I am probably doing something horrible and destructive.
But this I” is the I of poetry And it should be able to do more than I can do.
Just a few months after the publication of her prize-winning, instant classic debut The Cow, Ariana Reines self-published this stunning book-length poem, now a cult object among reade...more
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So many unexpected FREAKISH, BEAUTIFUL moments it's hard to put a finger to it. Here's one particular moment (JUST WHEN sex in poems was getting redundant and boring THIS SUCH STANZA):
I did it a few
Times when I was
Eighteen. My hole
Is just another
Hole in the world
I said in my head
My ho ...more
"Ariana" pines after and also kind of disdains and also kind of loathes and also kind of tenderly cares for her love object, "Jake", who has been writing emails to "Emma", a girl who is clever but simple, pretty, infinitely more manageable than the narrator, whom ...more
Of course, that's the province of the love poem and the love song: the accusatory, needful *I* and the hateful, beloved *You*
COEUR DE LION seems like both an embodiment and deconstruction of the lov ...more
At times, I felt like some kind of a voyeur reading it--but not a voyeur of sleaze; more like a voyeur of open authenticity.
There are lots of parts I like. Here is one of them:
The words on a page
In an open book
Looked stupid to
Me when I was little
Unless I was right up close
To them. They looked
It made me nervous
That in order
For words on a page
To have power
I had to be close.
I had to be close.
This book puts me in mind of someone I know and semi-secretly love but canno ...more
it can probably best speak for itself. (don't worry, no spoilers here; although this spiralling self-analysis does have a plot, or anyway a coherent narrative structure, these fragments won't reveal it)
"...as though proximity were tantamount
to metonymy, which it isn't, not in rea ...more
Your having been a field across which certain things
this is my favorite part of this book: http://curdspluswhey.tumblr.com/image...
i really liked this but i also read this after a breakup, and i read i love dick and a lover's discourse after my previous breakup, and both of those works, like this one, cemented every abstract feeling of obsession and frantic grief into something more tangible by fully describing the mystical aspects of the crush. i highly recommend reading all ...more
I love the sculpted rawness of this poem. The elegant articulation of the ugliness of her acts. It doesn't make me feel better about my own struggles with my caprices. Just not quite so alone ...more
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Read the rest of my review at Slate: http://www. ...more
"Where is the "you" of You/ Tube."
"When I am straddling you, you/ Say this ridiculous thing, Mamma /
really really colossally intellectually painfully tangibly believably superlatively fantastically good.
can i just say that i wanted to post every single fucking line on my blog?
this book broke my heart.
so glad i saw her read, because
when dickinson says you know it's poetry when it lops the top of your head off?
maybe had this happen twice with other poets.
I will hoard all of Reines' works now.
About you this morning but
I was listening to Bob Dylan and Leonard
Cohen in order to think about
You for literary purposes.
When I feel nothing for a person
I get scared I'm losing my humanity
And that turning cold means
My heart's been botoxed; we're
Notes upon rereading (11/01/09):
This text really does destroy, and it's incredible how there is a potent balance of sentimentality and textual commentary that each undermines the other and creates a new sort of hybrid that works, well, perfectly.
Volumes of translation include My Heart Laid Bare by Charles Baudelaire, (Mal-O-Mar:2009), The Little Black Book of Grisélidis Réal: Days and Ni ...more
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Where are the suicides who are my heroes.
Where are the bitches who know what they want, who love what they do, bosomy and declarative, happy to be artistic in this stupid night.”