Sex Depression Animals: Poems: The Journal Charles B. Wheeler Poetry Prize
Autor Mag Gabberten Limba Engleză Paperback – 13 mar 2023
In SEX DEPRESSION ANIMALS,Mag Gabbert redefines the bestiary in fiery, insistent, and resistant terms. These poems recast the traumas of her adolescence while charting new paths toward linguistic and bodily autonomy as an adult. Using dreamlike, shimmering imagery, she pieces together a fractured portrait of femininity—one that electrifies the confessional mode with its formal play and rich curiosity. Gabbert examines the origin of shame, the role of inheritance, and what counts as a myth, asking, “What’s the opposite of a man? / A woman? A wound? The devil’s image?”
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9780814258613
ISBN-10: 0814258611
Pagini: 84
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 8 mm
Greutate: 0.14 kg
Editura: Ohio State University Press
Colecția Mad Creek Books
Seria The Journal Charles B. Wheeler Poetry Prize
ISBN-10: 0814258611
Pagini: 84
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 8 mm
Greutate: 0.14 kg
Editura: Ohio State University Press
Colecția Mad Creek Books
Seria The Journal Charles B. Wheeler Poetry Prize
Recenzii
“This bewitching debut delivers everything the title promises and more. Lyrical and provocative, Gabbert’s poems get right up close to the body … Underneath the strange allure of Sex Depression Animals is a fierce rejection of patriarchal structures, a reclamation of bodily autonomy and sexual power.” —Diana Whitney, Electric Literature
“A chiseled, yet tender self-portrait … Sex Depression Animals leaves you with a strong sense of [Gabbert’s] fierce yet careful voice … Without doubt, I look forward to more Gabbert’s work.” —G.H. Mosson, Heavy Feather Review
“Sex Depression Animals, Mag Gabbert’s first book, tells two origin stories. One is about Gabbert: her childhood firsts, adolescent middles, and every ingredient in her ‘Recipe for Quiet Ferocity.’ The other is about language, Gabbert’s unruly medium, each word aswarm with connotations and near-synonyms.…Gabbert’s intertwined narratives give nothing precedence, lending equal credence to favorite poets’ best lines and the so-called lower senses—taste, touch, and smell. Her distinctive emotional hues are not primary colors but gradients and swirlings—proud masochism, inappropriate laughter, unplaceable heat.” —Christopher Spaide, Harriet Books/The Poetry Foundation
“Blending myth, dream, and realism, Gabbert reimagines the bestiary as a catalog of unexpected monsters and wondrous transformations. These fierce, vibrant poems center womanhood in all its messiness and ask tangled questions about desire, power, femininity, memory, and bodily autonomy.” —Laura Sackton, BuzzFeed News, “13 Recent Poetry Collections To Pick Up If You’re Trying To Get Into Poetry.”
??“Mag Gabbert’s voice is a knockout. These poems transform sexual objectification into powerful, passionate erotic subjectivity, and we need that erotic joy. Dazzling.” —Brenda Shaughnessy
“The triumphs of SEX DEPRESSION ANIMALS are in language which renders desire, fury, pain, intimacy, and wonder as revolutionary spaces. Caged or uncaged, the poem is itself an animal, that ‘grief, without context,’ which brims with the wild beauty of defiance, of reconciliation, of agony that escapes, finally, into tenderness.” —Chelsea Dingman
“SEX DEPRESSION ANIMALS startles with its immediate power. Smart, open, funny, sad, brilliantly wounded, ferociously kind, and ultimately hopeful, Mag Gabbert announces herself as a new force in American poetry.” —Matthew Zapruder
“Sex Depression Animals is a brilliant depiction of the messiness of a life well-lived and lessons well-earned. … The collection is a gift from a gifted poet—a ‘recipe for quiet ferocity’ that will be enjoyed and again.” —Jen Schneider, Mad Poets Society
Notă biografică
Mag Gabbert has received a Discovery Award from 92NY’s Unterberg Poetry Center and fellowships from the Kenyon Review Writers Workshop and Idyllwild Arts. Her poems have appeared in American Poetry Review, Paris Review Daily,Pleiades,Massachusetts Review, and elsewhere. She teaches at Southern Methodist University.
Extras
David
after Michelangelo
I was struck by your hands-
the right one, in particular-
so massive against your neat thigh.
And your posture,
half tense and half slack.
Tracing your gaze, I think
you must be looking for someone,
or dreaming
of the impossibly long sinews
of your enemies, plucked
and strung across the open
mouths of lyres.
I am consumed
by violent stillness-
that you do not reach for me.
That you are not that kind
of man, but could have been
a wide, cool platform
to lie down on,
an empty plate for me to lick,
tracing the veined marble
with my tongue.
Anniversary
There's a moment
in the videotape,
after the president
has been shot,
when Jackie crawls
onto the trunk of the car.
She moves back
toward the asphalt
five hundred yards before,
the reality that existed
six seconds ago.
She's grabbing at something-
a piece of his skull
or brain matter.
Grief, without context.
We scramble for the tools
to build it a container.
It changes shape
and color.
It moves at us in waves-
the car,
the gun,
the brain.
It's settling in.
It's eroding the shore
we're standing on.
The asphalt slips
behind and behind.
The present keeps arriving.
after Michelangelo
I was struck by your hands-
the right one, in particular-
so massive against your neat thigh.
And your posture,
half tense and half slack.
Tracing your gaze, I think
you must be looking for someone,
or dreaming
of the impossibly long sinews
of your enemies, plucked
and strung across the open
mouths of lyres.
I am consumed
by violent stillness-
that you do not reach for me.
That you are not that kind
of man, but could have been
a wide, cool platform
to lie down on,
an empty plate for me to lick,
tracing the veined marble
with my tongue.
Anniversary
There's a moment
in the videotape,
after the president
has been shot,
when Jackie crawls
onto the trunk of the car.
She moves back
toward the asphalt
five hundred yards before,
the reality that existed
six seconds ago.
She's grabbing at something-
a piece of his skull
or brain matter.
Grief, without context.
We scramble for the tools
to build it a container.
It changes shape
and color.
It moves at us in waves-
the car,
the gun,
the brain.
It's settling in.
It's eroding the shore
we're standing on.
The asphalt slips
behind and behind.
The present keeps arriving.
Cuprins
I Steam Ship Lake Wedding David Blue Toilet Gun Lace Bathtub Constellation Gum Pink II Crack Sleep Dark Matter Tattoo Anniversary Bone Death Baby Figment Trick Fever June America Ghost III The Breakup IV Rat Oyster Pigeon Egg Cat Bee Girl Bat Rabbit Rhinoceros Dolphin Orangutan Goat V Recipe for Quiet Ferocity
Descriere
Redefines the bestiary in fiery, insistent, and resistant terms to recast the turbulence of adolescence and chart new paths toward linguistic and bodily autonomy in adulthood.