New Cathy Wagner book
[I got this from Fence:]
In this third collection, Catherine Wagner assumes a mantle of responsibility. Her slangy, spoken, and singing world of representation slides from syntactic unit to unit, making room for a galaxy of metonymy. “Things mean,” she writes, “and I can’t tell them not to.” In each of the four series that make up this book we find a female body watching itself and marking that watching with a severe wit, charmed visuals, and the analytic prowess of a born human.
The Argument
This book is called Hypneratomachia Fuckphila.
Fuckfila on her journey her new spelling
reminiscent of Chick-Fil-A. Fill the
chick and filler well of ding ding dong.
Fuckin’ A. Behold a useful and
profitable book. If you think otherwise,
do not lay the blame on the book, but on
yourself. If you sourly refuse
the new erotic guest, do not despise
the well-ordered sequence nor the fine
well-ordered style. Then in this volume
she falls in love. It is a worthy book, and full
of many ornaments: he who will not read it
is dull of mind. Various things are treated in it
which it would tire me to relate, but accept
the work which offers a cornucopia
emending it should it be incorrect. The End.
“Catherine Wagner’s New Job might be the last great book of the aughts . . . One picks up some Sylvia Plath but what I really felt was Frankenstein. My New Job is tinkering with life.” –Eileen Myles
“Wagner delivers the unanticipated beauty of acknowledgment—reduplications, pain ratios, contradictions, corrections, consumables, “and the things in people’s eyes.” This is work worth returning to.” –C. S. Giscombe
Catherine Wagner was born in Burma and grew up in Baltimore. She is the author of Macular Hole (2004) and Miss America (2001), both from Fence Books. With Rebecca Wolff, she edited Not for Mothers Only: Contemporary Poems on Child-Getting and Child-Rearing (Fence Books, 2007). She teaches at Miami University in Oxford, OH.
In this third collection, Catherine Wagner assumes a mantle of responsibility. Her slangy, spoken, and singing world of representation slides from syntactic unit to unit, making room for a galaxy of metonymy. “Things mean,” she writes, “and I can’t tell them not to.” In each of the four series that make up this book we find a female body watching itself and marking that watching with a severe wit, charmed visuals, and the analytic prowess of a born human.
The Argument
This book is called Hypneratomachia Fuckphila.
Fuckfila on her journey her new spelling
reminiscent of Chick-Fil-A. Fill the
chick and filler well of ding ding dong.
Fuckin’ A. Behold a useful and
profitable book. If you think otherwise,
do not lay the blame on the book, but on
yourself. If you sourly refuse
the new erotic guest, do not despise
the well-ordered sequence nor the fine
well-ordered style. Then in this volume
she falls in love. It is a worthy book, and full
of many ornaments: he who will not read it
is dull of mind. Various things are treated in it
which it would tire me to relate, but accept
the work which offers a cornucopia
emending it should it be incorrect. The End.
“Catherine Wagner’s New Job might be the last great book of the aughts . . . One picks up some Sylvia Plath but what I really felt was Frankenstein. My New Job is tinkering with life.” –Eileen Myles
“Wagner delivers the unanticipated beauty of acknowledgment—reduplications, pain ratios, contradictions, corrections, consumables, “and the things in people’s eyes.” This is work worth returning to.” –C. S. Giscombe
Catherine Wagner was born in Burma and grew up in Baltimore. She is the author of Macular Hole (2004) and Miss America (2001), both from Fence Books. With Rebecca Wolff, she edited Not for Mothers Only: Contemporary Poems on Child-Getting and Child-Rearing (Fence Books, 2007). She teaches at Miami University in Oxford, OH.
posted by Johannes at 12:05 PM
3 Comments:
Chik-Fil-A's chicken is overprice.
They're an evil corporation.
Chicken is the ultimate evil American corporation food.
There's an episode of Seinfeld (Seinfeld! imagine) where the Yankees trade George Costanza to Tyson Foods for thousands of gallons of "some kind of fermented chicken drink."
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