Alice Fulton, Sensual Math (Norton, 1995)
I'm not entirely sure what to say about Sensual Math. Sometimes you find yourself so wrapped up in a book that you end up with nothing at all in your head; the contents have washed everything else away. The book's twelve standalone poems and two sequences hit pretty much every high note there is to hit.
“I'm faking Lamaze and ancient mantras. I'm having
new veneers. The dentist talks about a relative
who boasted over 364 girlfriends
and seduction rooms in every shade.
He was in air conditioning
and smoked himself to death
though he could hold his breath
longer than anyone else.
'My role model,' he says.”
(“Fuzzy Feelings”)
The sequences are the kinds of things you wonder why no one's ever come up with before, being a simple and awesome as they are. “My Last TV Campaign” gives us an ad exec who comes out of retirement in order to conceive a set of feel-good PSAs for his old company which no one ends up understanding, while “Give: A Sequence Reimagining Daphne and Apollo” gleefully mashes up Greek mythology and postmodern culture, casting Apollo as Fat Elvis (essentially) and Daphne as a mix of role models, from Marianne Moore to Amelia Earhart. It all works wonderfully, which should be no surprise to Alice Fulton fans (of whom there should be scads more than there are):
“...Apollo ate nothing but pasta
with a dab of porpoise sauce. He despised Cupid for dressing in a blouse
slashed to the waist and a tiny gold-lined cape from Nudie's Rodeo Tailors.
For the mixed metaphor of his jumpsuit that flared to wedding bells white
as a pitcher plant's. Apollo was still exulting over
his recent easy
listening hit when he happened on Cupid's opening at the Vegas Hilton.
'What right hast thou to sing “My Way,” thou imbecilic Fanny Farmer midge larva,
thou sewer-water-spitting gargoyle, rednecked bladderwort, dirtbag, greasedome
and alleged immortal of a boy,' Apollo fumed...”
(“Mail”)
Subtle, sexy, and always in control of itself, Sensual Math is one not to be missed. Find yourself a copy pronto. **** ½