As a novelist, memoirist, and poet, Amber Dawn regularly lays her heart bare in work that is fiery, raw, and intensely personal. In Buzzkill Clamshell, her third work of poetry, she circumvents the expectations of so-called confessional poetry, offering twisted mythmaking, extreme hyperbole, and lyrical gutter-mouthing that explore themes of sick and disabled queerness, aging, and desire.
With poems populated by severed heads, domme swan maidens, horny oracles, and other horrible purveyors of pleasure, Buzzkill Clamshell reads as if a leather dyke and a demonic goat had a baby — gleefully embracing the perverse while stomping its way through chronic pain and complex PTSD.
Already acclaimed for her candid and often kinky verse, Amber Dawn pushes further into trauma-informed eroticism with self-assured irreverence and uncomfortable abjectivity. Beneath her brilliant, carnivalesque imagery lies a prayer — not for the pain to end, but for finding fantastic new ways to cope with it.
Amber Dawn is a writer, filmmaker and performance artist based in Vancouver. She is the author of the novel Sub Rosa (Arsenal Pulp Press, 2010), editor of the Lambda Award-nominated Fist of the Spider Woman (Arsenal Pulp Press, 2008) and co-editor of With a Rough Tongue: Femmes Write Porn (Arsenal Pulp Press, 2005). Her award-winning, genderfuck docu-porn, "Girl on Girl," has been screened in eight countries and added to the gender studies curriculum at Concordia University. She has toured three times with the infamous Sex Workers' Art Show in the US. She was voted Xtra! West's Hero of the Year in 2008. She has an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of British Columbia. Currently, she is the director of programming for the Vancouver Queer Film Festival.
Wow. So good. Amber Dawn is really killing it. These are funny, sad, erotic, dark, very queer. Such an abundance of strange images, such generosity in sharing experiences of pain, such clever play with mythology and form.
"At least my cunt / and her cunt / have mutual respect / for each other's sadness."
"Fact: There are more trees on earth than stars in the milky way. / I am alone and searching for a lover made of stardust: Fiction."
OUR SWOLLEN TONGUES BRUNCH IN THE UNDERWORLD
"No. I won't tell you how Persephone takes her eggs. / Everyone is so nosy these days. Leave us to feast / in peace. Leave us to our own private realm of yolk
and white, of spoil and unripe, of force / and weightlessness, of fluency and the inaudible. / I could go on, but these are easy paradoxes. Dull Sunday / kind of paradoxes. The current moment is an unlit labyrinth / at last call on a Friday night and each one of us has lost / cell service and our keys and faith in a certain tomorrow."
beautiful journey of queer erotics & chronic pain! I had to stop to write a few lines down. I will be re-reading this soon for layers I missed on a first read. favorite line " mentally I'm a warm body being fucked on the neighbour's fresh cut lawn" page 17.
me gusta las notitas que tiene. es bastante fuerte el ontenido de los poemas y es bastante sororo? Como que hay una sexualidad que no es sexualizada, como pasa bastante en liibros escritos por hombres (los odio)