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Product Identifiers
PublisherRed Hen Press
ISBN-101597093416
ISBN-139781597093415
eBay Product ID (ePID)219189904
Product Key Features
Book TitleSlice from the Cake Made of Air
Number of Pages88 Pages
LanguageEnglish
Publication Year2016
TopicSubjects & Themes / Death, Grief, Loss, Women Authors, General, American / General
GenrePoetry
AuthorLillian-Yvonne Bertram
FormatTrade Paperback
Dimensions
Item Height0.5 in
Item Length9 in
Item Width7 in
Additional Product Features
Intended AudienceTrade
LCCN2015-046618
TitleLeadingA
Reviews"Speaking from 'where the lasso lashing/ cuts the fig leaf,' Lillian-Yvonne Bertram considers flesh, considers life, considers loving, considers the cock, and considers 'the scissoring scheme.' She asks 'of what erase/ do I remind myself.' She asks 'is heaven colored.' She asks 'is heaven without being able.' And Bertram asks without the question mark--because she doesn't need, or want, or anticipate, or believe in any answer we might give: she lives, brilliantly, with whole heart, whole mind, and whole body, in the contradictions. In the complexity. In the neverending paradox of a life. She shows us, let's say, that Illusion is the Medium Which Allows Emptiness to Become Something Special, and I love this book beyond loving." --Sarah Vap
Dewey Edition23
Dewey Decimal811/.6
Synopsisa slice from the cake made of air processes the physical and mental trauma of abortion coupled with the desires for sexual and emotional love against a backdrop of contemporary culture--with all the sexualization that comes with race, gender, and landscape. From front to back the book is wound through with a single poem whose language is permuted, translated, and retranslated (from English to English) as it cycles around abortion, both asking "what artifact / do I resemble" and stating "small love / small / you failed it / in person." The poems directly confront the sexual self ("This isn't a real orgasm, a real patellar fatigue") and take up the thesis abstract as a malleable form for interrogating the inevitable intersections and overlaps of brains and bodies. Sexy and volatile, a slice from the cake made of air winds over and through itself, with no conclusions or solutions for the mess of living in the world.