Domesticated Animus
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Printed: 40 pages, 6" x 9", saddle-stitch binding, black and white interior ink Description:Mary Elizabeth Thompson is a writer and artist who sees the world through a sensitive lens and captures its simultaneous bliss and heartache in any medium she employs. Her poetry is raw and sensual, filled with provocative images and sharp language meant to snatch the audience from its complacency by the throat and say, “Feel this.” Nothing is hidden in these pages; everything is shown. Delving through the full spectrum of human feeling from frustration to ecstasy, the selected poems in Domesticated Animus take the reader on an emotional journey through the author’s experience of her world. Keywords:Listed in: |
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Wonderful book
Emotions in each section
"Pacing the Cage" reduces women to their societal expectations---
What a fine specimen: healthy
hair and child-bearing hips."
In here, the gut clenches, lungs rot,
art withers.---and i LOVE the way she defies poetic/grammatic convention by continuing the sentence into the next sentence...ART ROTS when you become a slave to convention, especially if you're a poet.
Ms Thompson follows with "Answer," which gives you none, and "Dark Rain" continues the depressed poet in need of Prozac motif. This poem is followed by "From There Comes," and---the gnashing of teeth
in your own ears like your own heartbeat
seems puerile at first...but the rhythm is PURE Patti Smith.
"Spiderweb" and "Stargazing" ARE both childish, the latter belies the fact that the author DOES have a BS in Philosophy...but they both could be from an earlier time in her life, and if so...footnotes would be helpful.
As if all that weren't pain enough, you glare
at me like a never-ending nightmare.
is the last line of "Inside Out and Salty," and should find itself in somebody's novel sooner or later!!!
You have to buy the book in order to read "I Do Not Have Time To Write" and "Hating You" since i am not a poet but THESE are the kind of poems that blow me away as a layman who grew up on Bob Dylan. The first poem mentioned in this paragraph captures what one feels when they grew up alienated from their father, the second is an encapsulated version of Shelley's "Adonais," although i'm quite sure Ms Thompson did not use that poem as a template!!!
And whilst i have no clue WHAT *Susserations* ARE..."Naked Dance" is THE poem that makes this book worth the price of admission. WHY??? Ask me to EXPLAIN Byron, Keats or Shelley
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