Poetry. "The state of mind here is Florida, its flora and fauna and
beaches and high schools, and Heidi Lynn Staples is hearing it all,
from birdsong ('shrill killy killy' to 'harsh kak kak') to
boyfriends ('a really wonderful time in 7th period Stay unique
Maybe you won't want to marry me anymore'). A masterful listener
and music-maker, Staples'S homophonic translations echo throughout
the poems with a noise more joyful than any poet's made of language
in recent memory. 'Of the language-powered poets on the poetic
landscape, Heidi Lynn Staples is one of the only ones whose heart
powers the machine.'"--Mary Karr"I'm first in line to read anything
Heidi Lynn Staples writes, and NOISE EVENT both reaffirms and
increases my ardor. Here, the poetic 'I' is overtaken by the
Floridic 'I, ' and memoir as it is written today is shown to be
irreconcilable with the contemporary biography of place. But it is
the tension between the two that compels the reader forward; it is
the music of the lines themselves--and Staples is among the most
musical of poets--as they build upon, and call back to, one
another, that makes the radical newness Staples achieves,
especially in the section titled 'Barking at Clouds, ' welcoming
and engrossing."--Shane McCrae"At least since John Donne described
the naked body of his lover as 'O, my America, my Newfoundland, /
My kingdom, safest when with one man mann'd, ' America has had a
troubled relationship to sex, geography, imperialism and metaphors.
Bringing a wide range of formal and stylistic approaches (from
google-y dada exercises to Steinian nonsense to letters to
Elizabethan conceits), Heidi Lynn Staples writes about or rather in
that wound. The most fundamental technique here is the use of an
unsutured collage that bares the wound but does not offer us a way
out or through. A letter to a boyfriend is brought together with
colonial descriptions of the murder of Native Americans, the
description of a romantic experience is brought together with
factual descriptions of the land (America, Florida) but it is
unsutured, the art of a trauma that can't be healed."--Johannes
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