Readings from the Gurlesque Anthology (#1--Ariana Reines)

Todays Reading: Lara Glenum and Arielle Greenberg, eds., Gurlesque: The New Grrly, Grotesque, Burlesque Poetics, pp. 27-65

Spackles the info bits. Language is the kind of failure inside of which you learn to fall in love. Much of her giant digestion has to do with metaphor or is it, is its essence. I don't care about my sorrow anymore because I and the minors who used to be me are not curable. Giantessa, hide me”
                                            -Ariana Reines, “Valve”

It seems necessary to read these poems as being extremely sincere, by which I mean both “sincere to an extreme degree” and “extreme in a sincere way.”

But then it seems necessary to be unsure whether the person being sincere in the poems is really Ariana Reines, or something like a small puppet of meat she has constructed inside her, like a conjoined twin or an unwanted pregnancy, for the purpose of articulating extremely sincere poetry.

These poems are all about “embodiedness,” yes, but being embodied is made to seem like being caked in blood or buried under rotting meat, or being a tiny, malformed fetus that operates a robot shell shaped like a full-sized human and made out of human meat.

So, yeah, really accurate.