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play dead

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"This book talks smack. This book chews with its open mouth full of the juiciest words, the most indigestible images. This book undoes me. . . . francine j. harris brilliantly ransacks the poet's toolkit, assembling art from buckets of disaster and shreds of hope. Nothing she lays her mind's eye on escapes. You, too, will be captured by her work."—Evie Shockley

Lyrically raw and dangerously unapologetic, play dead challenges us to look at our cultivated selves as products of circumstance and attempts to piece together patterns amidst dissociative chaos. harris unearths a ruptured world dictated by violence—a place of deadly what ifs, where survival hangs by a thread. Getting by is carrying bruises and walking around with "half a skull."

From "low visibility":

I have light in my mouth. I hunger you. You want
what comes in drag. a black squirrel in a black tar lane,
fresh from exhaust, hot and July's unearthed steam.
You want to watch it run over. to study the sog.

You want the stink of gristle buried in a muggy weather.
I want the faulty mirage. a life of grass.
we want the same thing. We want their deaths
to break up the sun.

francine j. harris is a 2015 NEA Creative Writing Fellow whose first collection, allegiance, was a finalist for the 2013 Kate Tufts Discovery and PEN Open Book Award. Originally from Detroit, she is also Cave Canem fellow who has lived in several cities before returning to Michigan. She received an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Michigan, and currently teaches writing at Interlochen Center for the Arts.

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    • Publisher's Weekly

      Starred review from March 21, 2016
      Though some poets revel in emotional chaos and seek an existential abyss, Harris (allegiance) works in her second collection to peel back the superficial aspects of subjects such as emerging girlhood, sex, romantic relationships, and love, exposing raw wounds and snarling demons. She bends language to her will, generating atmospheric tension as she teases out each line’s deepest sonic qualities: “I sling open one eye to the white/ whale of you.” Harris doesn’t aim to capture the universal; rather, her poems insist that one person’s means of survival can have powerful, deleterious effects on an unfortunate other. For example, in “Pink Pigs,” a four-part poem interspersed throughout the book, Harris, through careful syntax and precise diction, crafts a minimalist yet full-blooded scene that charts the emotional devastation and psychological resignation of a 13-year-old girl. The header and footer of that poem, a repeated and unbroken sequence of the word girl, starts out as a whisper and ends in a predatory moan. Poems such as “A Brief History of Scent” present the world as a two-faced antagonist, threatening to devour innocent schoolgirls, little children who will grow to become mothers, because it’s both a duty and fate. Harris is a keen observer of self and other, writing not as a distant anthropologist, but as an empathetic and silent witness.

    • Library Journal

      April 1, 2016

      After debuting with allegiance, a finalist for the 2013 Kate Tufts Discovery Award, Cave Canem fellow harris risks all with a collection that's raw and punchy as a street fight: "I carried a clit, in case/ in case it wasn't rape. in case the kiss was your lovely." Portrayed in searing, relentless language, the world here is an edgy and dangerous place, where families are splintered, sex and violence grind against each other, and "nothing is safe./ any corner could be a cement truck. or a gun." Poems referencing Horace and Velazquez open this dark realm to history, and even the tenderness shown a pet cat ("Please open the storm windows so he can look down") comes in a poem titled "suicide note #3." VERDICT Not easy reading, and the language sometimes overwhelms sense, but sophisticated readers will revel in harris's lyric immediacy. [See Prepub Alert, 12/7/15.]

      Copyright 2016 Library Journal, LLC Used with permission.

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