Winner of the 2020 Etel Adnan Poetry Prize, Jessica Abughattas’s Strip is a captivating debut about desire and dispossession and that tireless poetic metaphor—the body. Audacious and clear-eyed, plainspoken and brassy, Abughattas’s poems are songs that break free from confinement as they span the globe from Hollywood to Palestine.
“The mystery that Abughattas composes is always moving toward an impossible freeing of the self from its numerous frames. Yet frame by frame . . . she suspends our disbelief, catalogs those potentialities in an America always ready to shoot, direct, and produce the film of itself. Strip is ‘in love with possibility,’ ‘in praise of here I am, here I’ve been,’ USA style. Strip celebrates the body—its rise and fall, ebb and flow, in a carnival of parties—restlessly, shamelessly, searching for a way out…. Even as Abughattas claims that ‘I can’t believe sometimes I have a body,’ her poems teem with an awareness of the body’s unavoidable centrality in our lives—in how we view our lives, and how others view them; in how they progress, and how they end; in how they become meaningful, and how they are stripped of meaning. And no stripping escapes memory. Whether in terms of dispossession or sexuality, admiration or pity, Abughattas renders her treatment of the body with candor and poignancy. . . . The most startling moments in Abughattas’s poems, however, depend not on shocking or intimate details—but on the ‘I’ pulling away from the self, abandoning the ego, and gazing outward. She tries to see something else, to escape the body’s restraints.” —Fady Joudah and Hayan Charara, from the Preface
This collection is completely singular. Vivid and sexy, visceral and moving. There are so many poems I want to write after reading this, and so many permissions I want to give myself. Highly, highly recommend.
I’ve been meaning to read this series of poetry for months now. It was absolutely worth the wait, though. Easily some of the most devastating collection of words I’ve read in a while.
I had the pleasure of having the author speak at a poetry workshop I had last fall and this book was everything I wanted it to be. I try not to judge myself when reading poetry as some of it goes over my head but this collection inspired me to whip up some words in my trusty notes app and reaffirm how much I love poetry.
An impressive work, Strip takes us through a host of landscapes, ecosystems, and minds to arrive at the body. Where and who are we in the performance of lust? And who is the audience? How much authority is the audience given?
One of my new favorites. The poems’ voices are direct and precise in all the ways I love. Have never read a collection like this. It also happens to be one of the most beautifully designed books of poetry, from cover to inside to cover.
I feel like you read a bad book of poetry and think Fuck poetry anyone including myself could do this. Then you read a brilliant book of poetry like this one and realize that almost everyone (including most poets) can’t in fact.
The Pure Gold Baby, The Blood Move and Little Dume are my favorites.
Most of this collection didn't resonate with me. The topics within lines were too broad for me to grasp the connection of concepts or the meaning behind the piece. However, there were about 5 poems that I absolutely loved, so I'm giving this one a 3 star rating.