Ariana Reines is the author of The Cow (Alberta Prize, FenceBooks: 2006), Coeur de Lion (Mal-O-Mar: 2007; Fence: 2011), and MERCURY (Fence: forthcoming fall 2011), plus the LP/audiobook SAVE THE WORLD starring Lili Taylor (Fence: forthcoming spring 2011).
Volumes of translation include My Heart Laid Bare by Charles Baudelaire, (Mal-O-Mar:2009), The Little Black Book of Grisélidis Réal: Days and Nights of an Anarchist Whore by Jean-Luc Hennig, (Semiotext(e): 2009), and the forthcoming Preliminary Notes Toward a Theory of the YoungGirl by TIQQUN, (Semiotext(e): 2012).
TELEPHONE, her first play, was commissioned and produced by The Foundry Theatre and presented at The Cherry Lane Theatre in New York, February 2009. The production won two Obies and a spin-off was featured in the Works+Process series at the Guggenheim Museum in New York, Fall 2009. TELEPHONE was be published in Fall 2009 in PLAY: A Journal of Plays.
reines is quickly becoming one of my favorite poets, and this is no good, because this means there are more books to buy, more books to read. this one (if you can track down a copy) is very much worth reading.
A long week, can't believe today is Thursday, but the highlight of the morning was an email notification that Ariana Reines's Thursday has arrived on hold for me so I went to get it and just liked holding this chapbook such a thick cardboard hardcover "Blue Palestine" which is supposed to rhyme with "Blue Valentine" is included as the final poem in here I'm on a book-buying FREEZE as I have to pare down my stuff but I wish to have a copy just to hold esp when it's Thursday night just to reread lines like —ok I thought I found a line to share earlier but I didn't mark it down b/c it's a library book This "review" doesn't say anything about the poems, sorry oh here's a link to "Blue Palestine" http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/pr...
Every time I read a book of Ariana's it feels like something I must savor, so before I actually attempt to read, I let the book linger on some table until I feel it keeps following me around the room with its spine eyes taunting me. This book was filled with new dust and made me afraid to hold it. (More notes on facts other than the affective points, later.)