By chance, browsing, I picked this up at the library. Finished it and ordered my own copy. Finding a new poetic voice is a glorious gift, a treasure, a treat. And this was chance.
How to review poetry?
Lambert writes ruthlessly, directly, searingly. She uses repeating motifs (you notice the recurrence as you read through the chapbook which gives you a pleasing 160+ pages to chew on). The theme is incest, gang rape, hating your body, and, yes, even love, and redemption. I know: depressing. But it isn't. Well, it is that these things happen so often. But she has turned her pain into poetry. Unselfconscious in that I didn't once thing: "oh, such beautiful language" - I was too caught up in the story that was unfolding in her poems.
I bought it so I can go back and try to figure out how she manages to pull me in and keep me there. One sitting. This is her first and only book of poems (and oh, it fell into my hands. Thank you, Angels). She is a singer/songwriter influenced by Tori Amos (who is is mentioned in one of the poems along with Sarah McLaughlin). You can look her up and listen. Pop. Not my cup of tea so I'm glad I found her before I found her music.
She made me think of Sharon Olds' darker work, but somehow there is light running through the whole work. I need to understand this!
If, like me, you like to taste new poets before you buy, I highly recommend seeing if your library has a copy.
Excerpts:
....Watch when you turn
my please don't into a knotted snake
around my neck, watch how your
teeth puncture my Every Morning,
the residual memorial of my body.
My please don't sits cross-legged in
an underwater arcade, slurred - but
Chris, know that they hear this
please don't in infinite heavens.
could you bring me another year? a
different body in the shape of a
red tulip field - Oh, God. this is the
part where I laugh because I can't
scream to shatter your bed, cannot kill my
father, cannot denounce the gift of
living or break you Chris: I can only
laugh high-pitched and maniacally,
curdle inside of the coffin of my
mind, can only survive....
****
love your body the way your mother loved your baby feet
and brother, arm wrapping shoulders, remember,
this is important:
you are worth more than you you fuck,
you are worth more than a waistline,
you are worth more than beer bottles
displayed like drunken artifacts,
you are no less valuable as a size 16 than a size 4,
you are no less valuable as a 32A than a 36C
you are worth more than any naked body
could problem in the shadows,
you are worth more than your father's
mistake or a man's whim, you sexiness is defined by
concentric circles with your wood - wisdom & truth
you are a goddamn tree stump
with leaves sprouting out:
reborn.