Poetry. When you're ready to venture off the daily grid of life-as-planned, enter face blindness where "a fetish object is the thing/to which we want/to give and to witness" and become privy to and part of "moments your camera could never capture." You'll find no prescriptions of an average or calming sort here. Megan A. Volpert's full-length debut startles and spirits us through the invisible and daring detritus of dialogue and story, NYC and Normal, Illinois, "name pong poetry" and "copyright infringement," letters laced with love for John Yau and Roland Barthes, phantasmagoria and prosopagnosia, fecund cullings from the minds of Jacques Derrida and Friedrich Nietzsche, ambling pathos and anxious heart, and everything in between. "I am envious of Volpert's renderings for all the right reasons: FACE BLINDNESS does not merely go beyond the boundaries of poetry as many reviewers like to tout, but rather, this woman's words illustrate the fantastic meandering streets, skyways, and mind jetties that poetry itself can build and carry us along, and even encourages us to get out of our chairs and walk with that contagious energy, impassioned scenery included. In fact, if one looks hard into the face of this book's pluralities, you will eventually recognize it belongs onstage somewhere, behaving badly and willfully, for our own voyeuristic benefit"--Amy King.
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