Brenda Coultas’s prose poems take us on a well-documented tour from the Bowery, pre-1900 and post-9/11, to southern Indiana, pre-automobile and post-genetic engineering. Her poems are sculptures pieced together from bits of memory and a montage of American detritus. This cinematic and wildly original collection asks the big questions as it documents our private selves, playing out our lives in public. Before becoming a poet, Brenda Coultas was a farmer, a carny, a taffy maker, a park ranger, a waitress in a disco ballroom, and the second woman welder in Firestone Steel’s history. Her poetry has appeared in numerous publications, including Conjunctions, Epoch, Fence , and Open City . She lives one block from the Bowery in New York City.
read for class, will read more closely later! loved the realism of the first section (super candid, super un-hand-wringing) mixed w the fantasticalness of the later ones. i loved the size of the book haha - holding this big thing in my hands. the ugly font. coultas seems like a cool white lady who gives no fucks. i too am the smallest child in the human museum
If this book were just comprised of The Bowery Project I would give it 5 stars, because I loved that. I loved the methods, the trash, the lists, the people, the interviews, the documentation, the performances (such as "Tenement Tour" and "Bowery Wishes"). Brilliant. I didn't love the other sections nearly as much.
Quickly one of my favorites. Challenges and reinvents the cliche of "writing from observation" in a fresh way, recording the Bowery as witness sans confessionalism. This is edgy and has heart. You should get it!