Review by Valerie Wetlaufer
Used White Wife
By Sandra Simonds
Grey Book Press
Staple-Bound Chapbook, 23 pages
Sandra Simonds is a
wry and inventive poet, telling us in the first line of this chapbook,
“It is absolutely unnecessary to write serious poetry.” The book is full
of similar declarations, with poems titled “My Lyric Sensibility is
Gone,” and “Any Title Will Do.” These poems don’t take themselves
too seriously, but you should. Employing a vocabulary scientific, lyric
and political, Simonds delights us with the juxtaposition of Lacan, Mao
Zedong, Alaska, Moscow and the Eiffel Tower, taking the foreign and
making it familiar.
wry and inventive poet, telling us in the first line of this chapbook,
“It is absolutely unnecessary to write serious poetry.” The book is full
of similar declarations, with poems titled “My Lyric Sensibility is
Gone,” and “Any Title Will Do.” These poems don’t take themselves
too seriously, but you should. Employing a vocabulary scientific, lyric
and political, Simonds delights us with the juxtaposition of Lacan, Mao
Zedong, Alaska, Moscow and the Eiffel Tower, taking the foreign and
making it familiar.
In the poem “I
Hate My Life,” the speaker watches her mirror crack, dividing her
reflection into “a self game of / polyhedral tremors.” The different
selves contain “a Zanzibar of brain shivers / cut with Xan-/ax” and
jokes about “a life lacking cliffhangers,” but each line is a
cliffhanger, fragmented, often broken off in the middle of a line, to
add to the jarring effect of her unexpected subject matter.
Hate My Life,” the speaker watches her mirror crack, dividing her
reflection into “a self game of / polyhedral tremors.” The different
selves contain “a Zanzibar of brain shivers / cut with Xan-/ax” and
jokes about “a life lacking cliffhangers,” but each line is a
cliffhanger, fragmented, often broken off in the middle of a line, to
add to the jarring effect of her unexpected subject matter.
Each poem contains
elements of the sardonic and self-effacing. “All the stories // I’ve
ever told are drafts/ to bigger lies so I’m giving up,” the speaker
declares in “Any Title Will Do.”
elements of the sardonic and self-effacing. “All the stories // I’ve
ever told are drafts/ to bigger lies so I’m giving up,” the speaker
declares in “Any Title Will Do.”
In the poem
“Skyhook,” we encounter gender-bending, bodily functions, celebrities as
secret identities, famous poets and philosophers in one audacious,
funny, and irreverent poem:
“Skyhook,” we encounter gender-bending, bodily functions, celebrities as
secret identities, famous poets and philosophers in one audacious,
funny, and irreverent poem:
Today I lost my mucus plug
which is funny since I’m
Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and didn’t expect
to get pregnant in the first
place. Here are somefacts about me you should probably
know before you start sending
my soon-to-be-born child X-maspresents. My real name is
Geraldine Ferraro and Geraldine
is the woman who got me
pregnant at the Cleveland Clinic.
Only in a Simonds
poem could all these elements co-mingle. We do not inhabit a fixed place
in this book, but travel continents, centuries, at times chillingly
personal, then, suddenly, surreal, as in “Your Own Winnebago:”
poem could all these elements co-mingle. We do not inhabit a fixed place
in this book, but travel continents, centuries, at times chillingly
personal, then, suddenly, surreal, as in “Your Own Winnebago:”
There’s a volcano in my Alaska, a Paris
in my mesa and the bulldog
at the wheel who looks at me with her awfuleyes says “Sandra, there’s no time for
a vinyasa, so skedaddle,” and in
dog paddling to the Eiffel Tower I seethe shenanigans of topography…“there’s a crater in my Moscow, a hickey
on my Himalaya, a quicksand pit
on my 9th Tokyo, a Yucatan on this meteor impactmore idiotic than the Patriot Act, more
ants in your pants than Shay’s Rebellion.
I am most struck
by the sense of possibility offered in these poems. So frequently we
hear what poetry is and is not, but Simonds offers us a new option: Who
cares? Anything can be poetry; hers is an expansive approach that
elevates the mundane and obscene. The velocity of each line allows for
so much inclusiveness; “so drop a few / bouillon cubes in this verb //
brimming stew and call it antsy petroleum, / the new gold!” (“Your Own
Winnebago”).
by the sense of possibility offered in these poems. So frequently we
hear what poetry is and is not, but Simonds offers us a new option: Who
cares? Anything can be poetry; hers is an expansive approach that
elevates the mundane and obscene. The velocity of each line allows for
so much inclusiveness; “so drop a few / bouillon cubes in this verb //
brimming stew and call it antsy petroleum, / the new gold!” (“Your Own
Winnebago”).
What is it like to find yourself reading a poem from Used White Wife?
It is like whitewater rafting without a paddle, holding on and trusting
that each stanza brings you closer to a place you never knew you were
heading, but where you are delighted to arrive.
It is like whitewater rafting without a paddle, holding on and trusting
that each stanza brings you closer to a place you never knew you were
heading, but where you are delighted to arrive.
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Valerie Wetlaufer is a PhD student and Vice-Presidential Fellow at the University of Utah. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in La Fovea, Melusine, Word Riot, Poemmemoirstory and Bloom. You can find her online here.