Gender City
by Lisa Samuels
Shearsman Books Ltd, 2011
114 pages / $16.00 Buy from Shearsman Books
Rating: 0.0
The epigraph(s?) of Gender City condenses what would be the otherwise unacknowledged or scattered cathectic charges of pavilions in a blank and anti-readerly moment as esoterically alarming as the discovery of age-weighted shelving practices, while utilizing the stylistic succor of regulative coolant (the wonderful Lisa Robertson) and aspirant fantasticality (New Zealand at Shanghai World Expo 2010). Spectrally efficient, these two quotes effect mutation and prove temporarily problematic: by brushing the bounds of a credible tele-cocoon with you, the writing soon coaxes out resentment for the rhetorical transposition in section one, that is, demoing a contrasting reader task, and projecting this actual loneliness backwards. This is not a question of inelegance, but a question, for me, of palling around with dissatisfaction beyond an intimacy that was never anything but that, a serif font that does the one like an I [“Homosocial fugue”], the first of nine content markers marking content that does not.
And then all of this is a pleasure. Gender City is in the tradition of the long poem, and we corroborate this form with Lisa Samuels by gradually accumulating semantic awareness of what the space allows her to accomplish: varietal delight, acute description, architectures of anxiety. She is, broadly, and among other things, addressing the contemporary city (of refracted subjectivizing tradition) as its own contemporary: “Inside or insight / a t shirt with the realm of defamiliarisation / to itself.” (10). We are not working with certainty, but maybe peeking though a hundred tiny holes. Laura Riding, who Samuels has researched, writes (in Anarchism Is Not Enough): “Appearances do not deceive if there are enough of them.” Sometimes it seems that parts of the environment are talking, or superseding via future shapes or pronouns: “to hide behind trees until we’re trees [ … ] MY SKULL, SHE SAID / THIS TIME I FELT MYSELF / BECOME THAT BUILDING” (33). Already multi-stable in perception and efficiency, the lines are intercut by this quote’s capitalized formatting, a cue neither disagreeable nor affirmative, the same nor exotic, but possibly excessive or undeniable, and importantly non-exclusive. I associate a very flexible and dense mode of lyric poetry with Lisa Samuels, and here, as in other texts, I am surprised by the kinds of thoughts and images that can occur within a intricate vocabulary which nonetheless feels drawn from a unified, non-specialized discourse.
There are many specifics that we might associate with something close to a recountable narrative throughout Gender City, such as character names and concrete locations (“The Barbie Doll museum”), but it would be difficult to establish these as the primary concern, instead of, for example, a codified means of thinking about socio-spatial dynamics through language that does not itself necessarily record that thought. Per the book cover’s slightly grainy reproduction of Laura McLauchlan’s collage (‘Rat Coaxing’), a torn overhead city map aligned with a close photograph of a hairy limb: a small flying insect was just now trapped in the curls of my arm hair.
Tags: Gender City, Lisa Samuels, Shearsman Books
seems like the review was written in Chinese and then processed through google translate
seems like you should read it slower, with the help of a dictionary.
thinking “but there’s no reason…”
Dear lord, if the book is written anything like this review, I really don’t want to read it.
Don’t worry bro, I understand what the words mean.
But maybe there is an easier way of expressing this thought: “Already multi-stable in perception and efficiency, the lines are intercut
by this quote’s capitalized formatting, a cue neither disagreeable nor
affirmative, the same nor exotic, but possibly excessive or undeniable,
and importantly non-exclusive.”
Whoever wrote this has to be joking. And it is funny.
not even a tenth. reminds me of: http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/9464-shine-on/
我喜歡第一個魚(上從書,到至交易的審核上的一名通譯員的網際網路(和就業)憤怒,我們有好和準確的洞察力在猴子尿
आप बकवास
Dear Gentle Giant:
One could observe that, in his forgotten comments in a forgone
(for good?) thread
(http://htmlgiant.com/behind-the-scenes/call-for-anonymous-reviews/), my friend Robert Walser (whose Jakob von Gunten knew
only one thing, that ultimately he would rate “a charming, utterly
spherical zero”) forgot to remark
that, above all, we dead and dying writers would ask of these otherwise welcome / useful / harmless / helpful anonymous
reviews only that they put an end to their numbering of books.
Doesn’t
it seems very report card / Pitchfork / goodreads / Publisher’s Weekly
to delegate a numeral, let alone a decimal? Not that as far as they go
those are inherently bad things / places (I wouldn’t know) but aren’t
the simplisms of their systems (A+ / 10.0! / 5 stars! / starred–as if
reflected in a sea of gmail messages–review) easier to ignore coming as
they do from teachers / music reviewers / friends (“See what your
friends are reading.”) / trade insiders (inside traders)?
Does
anyone really want to start seeing on authors’ faces / on facebook / on
(the fronts and backs of) books themselves / in book reports (themselves
graded) that such and such a book received a capital R Rating of 8.0 or
7.0 or 8.5 or 7.3 or 8.4 or 7.0 HTMLGIANT? In fact, these, aside from
three outliers (5.4 for, surprise, James Franco and two 0.0s, counting
the above which seems to be an oversight…or?) and one double review
(8.7–new high score!–and then, in a second review–also by
Anonymous!–an 8.0 for Mathias Svalina’s I AM A VERY PRODUCTIVE
ENTREPRENEUR) are the actual ratings awarded by all Anonymoi to date.
Mathias’
book is redoubtable, a quick and beautiful read (I just took a break
from this idle comment and finally read and deeply loved it) and
doubtless deserves ample attention. But doesn’t it undermine precisely
what should not exist when two equally anonymous reviewers write equally
glowing reviews and assign relatively divergent (or seemingly random)
ratings to the same book? Indeed, unless the ratings are randomly
generated, the “relative” difference between an 8.7 (ostensibly B+ish)
and 8.0 (def. B- at best) might be better described as “decided” in that
the rating scale established so far (throwing out the two or three
statistical outliers, the “failing” grades, as it were) ranges from 7.0
to 8.7 (or 8.0). (We dispassionate dead don’t think that books of all
things should
be graded on a curve, or, well, graded.)
And what of different (or the same) books that receive different (or the
same) ratings from different (or the same) Anonymous reviewers? Unless,
as more Anonymous reviews appear, it became clear that “Anonymous” was
an amalgamation (a Pitchfork, a Publisher’s Weekly, a person) with
palpable predilections, how could anyone ever read these ratings?
If you are striving to be less divisive (not burn bridges, etc.),
don’t such deliberate / delicate / dewy-eyed decimals seem too perfect /
priceless / pertinent / pat, too to-the-point? If you aren’t, aren’t
the reviews anonymized to avoid at least outward opportunism? Why
subtract a byline from an already minimal-slash-sleek 500 word max.
review and add a sum?
In short, why start with a summation of something so short? If you just
must, why not bypass judgment and give the reader a byway. (But do try
to go beyond my beloved The Believer’s “representative” portions,
spooned out like auto-summaries for Emerson’s representative men.)
ABOUT THIS COMMENT: isn’t it enough to read / skim, that is to say write / rate, the review ourselves?
Sincerely,
Virginia Woolf
what the fuck is that first sentence
Review stinks of ‘deadgod.’
Why would deadgod write an anonymous review?
Why would deadgod write an anonymous review?
a party
Is there any doubt that deadgod didn’t write this review?
But, then, where are deadgod’s trademark en-dashes?
I don’t think they are en-dashes; I think they’re hyphens, even when they’re space-bar-separated from the words on both lateral sides. –but maybe they’re en-dashes and there are no actual hyphens in this un’carrot’ed text (‘carrot’ = ). (Fancy fonts have both hyphens and en-dashes, hyphens being slightly shorter, right?)
To whom are you in debt for that exhausted use of “trademark”?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Double_negative
[space][hyphen][space] autocorrects to an en-dash in word, so I guess I always felt like you were en-dashing in spirit.
Quite en-dashing, in fact! So en-dashing a character*, I assumed you had the actual trademark on it.
* Was about to gender you here, but I don’t know how to sex a deadgod. If only I had grown up on a farm.
welp
brotown, i’m sure you understood but didn’t dig the style. i was also pretty hungry and get tired of people saying, essentially, “this is too difficult, incoherent, etc.”
I could care less
it good to see reviews like this on this blog
because he/she/it pretends to not be ‘in it’ for attention-seeking behavior
literacy will change your life
borrow the money
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Library
excellent reconnaissance
you will need a quiet place to sleep between your lessons
deadgod, i sincerely want nothing more right now than to collaborate on poetry with you
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Risperidone
another outstanding reconnaissance
other visitors to your dormitory will champion your better behavior through chemistry
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wrong
he/she/it won’t email you. it’s a lost cause.
sorry: he/she/it’s a lost cause.
commenting on htmlgiant _is_ collaborating with deadgod on poetry (loosely defined) (but good enough for me)
“the otherwise unacknowledged or scattered cathectic charges of pavilions in a blank and anti-readerly moment as esoterically alarming as the discovery of age-weighted shelving practices” =]
i’m against un-un-choose-able auto-correcting
that is a cruel first lesson but don’t tell mom or she will make the teacher meaner
that’s how I understand conversation/argument/banter/(even) disciplinary closure to be: collaborative
not sure about poetry, which I’d prefer to segregate (fictively (?)) as a subset of the linguistic Everything Word ‘dialogue’, also being linguistically ubiquitous
–but surely everything ‘poetic’ is collaborative
–as your literacy acquisition is not wee guesty
don’t give up!
time to retire / at least a long vacation
please
tinyurl.com/429zubp
exhibit A, re: ‘lost cause’
see above comment.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Failure_to_Communicate
the failure needn’t be life-long
reading and writing are worth your investment
don’t give up!
my guess is that you give this tricky advice oftener than you take it / cool gig
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Search?search=i+think+i+can+literally+do+this+forever+as+long+as+i+am+alive&go=Go
acquiring literacy isn’t a matter of infinite resignation for most learners
cheer up!
(and this text will help you with your adverb incontinence: http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Special:Search&search=david+foster+wallace+playbook&button= )
This review is a flop of magnificent proportions: Deadgod remove, please. Don’t let anyone else waste their valuable time reading it. Also, an apology to Lisa is in order.
This review is a flop of magnificent proportions: Deadgod remove, please. Don’t let anyone else waste their valuable time reading it. Also, an apology to Lisa is in order.
This comment is a flop of infinitesimal non-proportion: Sherlock remove, please. Leave it as an incentive for the barely literate to practice. Also, an invitation to Lisa to laugh her ass off is hardly needed.
should that be ‘I could care less’ – or – ‘I couldn’t care less’ ?
( or should i say “_shouldn’t_ that be ‘I couldn’t care less’ ” ? )
[I think Guest, having figured out the gibe, was making a perhaps-self-deprecating and, anyway, somewhat funny ha-ha
?]
Is Deadgod Margaret Christakos?
I doubt that Deadgod (any of the Deadgods) is (or are) Margaret Christakos. This deadgod certainly is not.
Why do you put this hat on her??
Keep thee to the mystery a kiss on the heart. ALSO/ re: a previous post/ Twitter book: road trip across America — Butor’s MOBILE.
The problem isn’t one of vocabulary…
Question:
Are you interested in being understood?
At all?
oh really?
it is a guess
optimism of the will; pessimism of the intellect
Hegel says somewhere that illiteracy happens, as it were, twice. He forgets to say that it appears first as incomprehension, the second time as wounded yelps of ‘gibberish’.
i’m pragmatic of will, skeptical of intellect
pleasure to make your acquaintance
http://tinyurl.com/3tnmjr8
i need to brush my teeth