Alexis Orgera's poems perpetually, vitally involve the reconceiveing and reenacting of the means of intimacy even as they say again and again, I can no longer be myself. These are love poems between strangers who may for a moment celebrate and endure recognition; their voice is arch, angelic and at odds with itself, mercurial in its metaphoric riches, captivating in improvisation zeal, beautiful, and impossible not to love. -- Dean Young.
I found myself completely enamored with this book--Orgera seamlessly shifts between the colloquial to the surreal, and her poems take fascinating imaginative leaps. Every poem feels like a roller coaster as we plunge down and shoot upwards between her various talents and her fluid imagination. And despite the strange surprises in her images, the poems resonate with a strong sense of realness, of humanity.
I find this collection fascinating. On the surface, it just isn't the type of poetry that I would typically fall in love with - it's more experimental than narrative, more ephemeral than confessional. In short, it is a collection of poetry that I probably would not recommend to myself.
And I would be completely wrong to ignore it. Orgera continually drew me in with these fantastically written poems. I'm not sure that I could really begin to explain their power, but this collection is absolutely worth a read, worth a purchase, worth a look.
I was drawn in by the title... (if you haven't signed up for the H_ngm_n books e-mail newsletter, do so immediately - you receive one book for 50% off...) I stayed until the end because of some fantastic, unexpected poetry.
"Alexis Orgera broke up with me. She did it in a book. The book was how like foreign objects. One minute we were dating and so intertwined and then I became a pit in her stomach and near the end we were banished from one another, Orgera tearing the relationship out of me like a hot knife..." Read the full review at PANK: http://www.pankmagazine.com/pankblog/...
these are some of the most amazing poems I've read in a long, long time.
They really move and there is an undercurrent of what makes a poem alive in our language, and it happens every time. She is basically a sharpshooter firing her pain into organs that are more distinct and entirely waiting to be hit.
Whatever that means…. Its a great book. Great Press, hot book.
"Illuminator" is the standout piece in this collection, probably because it has time to develop. Most of the other poems are too fragmented for my taste.