Poetry. A box of prosodic bonbons with exploding centers, offering the burst of intensity only artificial flavors can provide. Shimmering with assonances and anagrams, Stacy Doris's latest technical marvel comes stacked with Warnings to Daughters, battle scenes, a Pull-Out Bonus for girls, and truly excellent gore -- yielding remarkable new insights into our culture's fascination with the perpetual interplays between aggression and love. PARAMOUR works like the best of highly-engineered lipsticks: compact, sexy, and always a little scary, it encourages kissing but won't kiss off. I'm completely besotted! -- Sianne Ngai.
Doris claims to be very conservative in her practice, but this book says otherwise. She often prefers parataxis and repetition with frequent line breaks, which contribute to a project seemingly aimed at disrupting certain ways of reading. She arranges these columns that can be read vertically or horizontally. Either mode of reading doesn't particularly provide any purchase, making you read the same words over and over but in different ways. And, she has a great poem in there called Menage a trois that is so awesome.