It's already been described as 'outrageously pungent' by poet & critic Adam Fieled.
Now my new print poetry chapbook PINK LEOTARD & SHOCK COLLAR has elicited a comparison to the Lunachicks. Say what?
Yes, poet Kate Durbin said the series of Slumber Party Scandals within the chapbook reminded her of this Lunachicks song--'Light as a Feather':
Does this mean my poems are like the soundtrack for some kind of crude after-dark roller derby?
Put on your striped thigh highs, listen to the song, buy the book, lie down for your bawdy fake seance, get your teeth knocked out.
http://spooky-girlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-available-pink-leotard-shock-collar.html
P.S. My roller derby name is Darlingtonia.
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P.S. Kissing Bug might make a good roller derby name, too.
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7/23/09
2/27/09
review
my itty bitty review of Catherine Meng’s dusie kollektiv 3 poetry chapbook ‘LOST WORKBOOK W/LETTERS TO DEER’:
This dusie kollektiv 3 chapbook especially strikes my fancy from its unique design to its charming title to the quirky curios within. I can visualize these adorable little booklets spilling forth from misshapen baskets at craft fair tables, mixed with multicolored fabric poppies or battered pointe shoes. I can see them at bake sale tables accompanied by giant blonde brownies and tiny lime crèmes. I can see them snuck into public lavatories, placed slightly askew atop shiny silver dispensers for pink hand soap. I can see them at a Rasputina concert in a white wicker basket with Victorian hankies and vials of strange notions & potions.
The retro looking sewing instruction cover and ever so slightly crooked pages strike me as both endearing and well-crafted. I feel like I’m privy to a quaint personal art project. I feel like I’m holding precision ephemera. I hear the click of knitting needles and feel the silky wisp of vintage seam binding remnants.
The poems function based on their own peculiar logic and complement each other well. They seem both curiously amusing and quite significant in their own odd way.
This chapbook puts me in mind of pinking shears carefully cutting serrated edges.
This dusie kollektiv 3 chapbook especially strikes my fancy from its unique design to its charming title to the quirky curios within. I can visualize these adorable little booklets spilling forth from misshapen baskets at craft fair tables, mixed with multicolored fabric poppies or battered pointe shoes. I can see them at bake sale tables accompanied by giant blonde brownies and tiny lime crèmes. I can see them snuck into public lavatories, placed slightly askew atop shiny silver dispensers for pink hand soap. I can see them at a Rasputina concert in a white wicker basket with Victorian hankies and vials of strange notions & potions.
The retro looking sewing instruction cover and ever so slightly crooked pages strike me as both endearing and well-crafted. I feel like I’m privy to a quaint personal art project. I feel like I’m holding precision ephemera. I hear the click of knitting needles and feel the silky wisp of vintage seam binding remnants.
The poems function based on their own peculiar logic and complement each other well. They seem both curiously amusing and quite significant in their own odd way.
This chapbook puts me in mind of pinking shears carefully cutting serrated edges.
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