Her books of poetry include The Cow (), which won the Alberta Prize from playwright, and translator Ariana Reines earned a BA from Barnard College. The Cow by Ariana Reines, , available at Book Depository with free delivery worldwide. Daisy Lafarge. [Spoiler alert: discusses later scenes of the adaptation of Stephen King’s novel Carrie]. “I’m gonna bash your little head in.
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This book acknowledges a certain type of flesh whose primary mode of being is one of corpsing.
She is the best living American poet, and maybe the only living American poet who is alive. OK, that is a slaughterhouse on the cover of The Cowand those are dead cattle. Where is she least. At starboard, a white kirtle which is the moon.
Like everything was in a picture book your mom read you. Sometimes it is factually and rigorously impossible to tell it like it is, and that is not because of some relativism or soft-headed deconstruction, that is because some things are many things at once, and this is exhausting and terrifying, and very important.
Mar 06, Juliet rated it it was amazing Shelves: French probably attracted me because I missed my mom. It steers the discussion away from pitfalling into an anthropomorphization of non-human animals, and away from reductively equating humans as animals end transmission. I hated it there. No thought can poison me. Sorry, Not Sorry Robin D.
May 24, Jacob added it. Fashion, Dandyism, the Nineteenth Century, the Holocaust, the Resistance, seventies feminism, schizophrenia, poetry, and how fucking can be really disturbing and boring at the same time.
The Historical paw-print: thoughts on Ariana Reines’s The Cow
Books must understand this in their very making. No trivia or quizzes yet. My mother was homeless so she was sleeping on the couch and then she was sleeping on the subway and then she was sleeping on the couch again.
My mom knew French when she was very young and then she forgot it. If poetry is likened to machinery? It’s too bad we allow ourselves to only see the clean product that resembles a shape rather than an animal.
That body has veins and is a little rosy at the teat. Ariana Reines is a lover with the heart of a hopelessly perverted astronomer and the brain of a leopard and the soul of a magician on crack.
There is no sacrifice. That doesn’t happen very often. We hear you not. The animal only functions as a metaphor if both parties — poet and reader — uphold it as such. The guilt of knowing the world’s clw and still wanting to live in it. It is hard to deal with a lot.
It got INTO my head.
And I’d read her next book, too. What meat is supposed to stand for, ipso facto, is important. The beauty makes me feel it really happened The sky had stars in it they glittered like calories upon the world.
It is a meditation on disgust.
The Cow | Boston Review
Using such a vague word as beauty requires a corresponding concreteness. Want to be infinity. I will have to read it again this summer. It is meant to read like an emergency, and to exceed and exacerbate itself, just like a body.