博客來Marcy Rae Henry sings so much more than the body electric; she sings a cuerpo bilingue, a body gone awry amid perimenopause, a body nevertheless moonbright and halfnaked among the sagebrush. Henry peppers the poems of this scintillating chapbook with evocative housings and tangible accoutrements: a golden scarab in Egypt, the telltale signs of downsized childhood (＂dry foods, frozen fruit, / packets of vegetable soup＂), the ＂pastel art and fake plants＂ of a mammogram waiting room. Henry’s lyrics bridge English and Spanish like the open-ended promise of a multilingual lifespan, which is to say they are pointed and timely and yield surprising portmanteaus: ＂vaccine which is vacuna / in Spanish and sounds like a cow in a cradle.＂ Her speakers confuse want for want (＂quiero querer means i want to want / but could also mean i want to love＂) and wound (as in ＂tightly＂) for wound (as in ＂painful＂). They traverse the planet in search of-and escaping from-lovers like time-traveling globetrotters, arriving finally in a tightly composed ekphrasis in response to Dieter Roth’s Karnickelköttelkarnickel, a poem that centers around the reappearance of an ex and the summer solstice in Iceland, where the ＂midnight sun stayed in the sky the way a flag stays on the moon.＂ Whether luminously celestial or seared into the heart’s memory, Marcy Rae Henry reminds us that ＂the body is where it all begins.＂
-Diego Báez, author of Yaguareté White: Poems
Prepare yourself, reader. These are not poems that sit still on the page. No, these poems are dancers-leaping, twisting, roaming, and firmly rooted in the body. Henry’s quick-witted and effusive voice jeté’s expertly between English and Spanish; surprising imagery and unexpected allusion; personal narrative and philosophical insight. Whether considering mental health, travel, rabbits, sex, mammographs, relationships, or evolution-this is a poet deeply alive in the absurdity, eroticism, and beauty of the world.
-Teresa Dzieglewicz, author of Something Small of How to See a River
