In WEIRDING, Lindsey Boldt invites the reader into bewilderment--to travel with her across states of consciousness and affective registers and search for a means of survival within an empire set to self-destruct mode. Inhabiting an array of guises and postures to act as both speaker and receiver, Boldt flips a switch and her body becomes a conduit, a site of "My hand is my antenna / and it works." Squirrels offer instruction, portals pop open, and the old gods command the poet, "Be on my back for it / Be on my back for / a wild thing to have." It is the gift of Boldt's poetry that this wildness--the transmutation of existential dread into futures worthy of the excessive ecstasies of Charli XCX--becomes ours through her invitation to join the circle of her "I had a magic connection / but needed you to / make it go." Poetry.
Really interesting. Lots of feels, as playful and fun in some places as it is sad it other places. Nothing feels forced here. A unique book for sure...I don't know what to compare it to, Langston Hughes at times maybe?
some highlights...selected not super intentionally...just from flipping through the book for a few minutes right after i finished it:
"I want the poet to be an enthusiast for life not for being a person"
"tossed by incessant wave fucked into a scream face slid & smeared sideways vomiting so hard the face chomps backwards all the pores pop wide at once to hear the trees breathe"
"What is it about my face that says lost lamb please tell me what to do
all this time I thought my face was saying I'm glad you're human right now too"
"today i did as i liked from end to end & everyone i met did the same
pleasure being no longer a means of escape or forgetting & not something one does alone"