From Publishers Weekly
This eighth outing from MacArthur "genius" grant winner Moss (
Slave Moth, 2004) is her most ambitious. Loosely organized around the idea of missing persons—Moss's friend Deirdre, dead in Italy; an abducted child named Cindy Song—these extended, long-lined, energetically digressive poems yearn to connect everything to everything else: "any surface revealed by delving is the outside/ of something also a gate and trapdoor." Carnival games of whack-a-mole, older women's wombs, space stations, dinosaur excavations and bioluminescent cabbage come together on a single page. African-American experience provides just one strand of what Moss calls her Limited Fork Poetics, her way of including everything: modes of inquiry proper to geology, biology, geography, physiology, theology and blasphemy all get extended hearings. Her title stands for the slippery nourishment of figurative language itself: "Peanut butter is a tributary of the Butter Nile fanning out." The long central poem "Deirdre: A Search Engine" includes contrapuntal moments of flat grief, of welcome understatement: "we say she's up there, but we go to the cemetery"; "without her being there, nothing is the way she would have wanted it." This anchor piece gives heft and clarity to what might otherwise feel overwhelming, establishing Moss as a creator with an unmistakable mind.
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From Booklist
Moss is a highly original poet of amplitude and verve, her poems at once cerebral and sensual. Circling the mystery of absence in her newest brimming collection--the disappearance of a stranger named Cindy Song and the death of her beloved cousin, Deirdre--Moss juggles a set of metamorphosing motifs to create breathtaking, funny, and scathing riffs on natural processes and human practices. Snow, glass, eggs, accidents, decay, mutations, saving face, head scarves, funnel cake, chromosomes, fruits, and flowers all inspire kinetic collages, with butter serving as a strange and poignant unifying substance. It is in "DEIDRE: A SEARCH ENGINE" that Moss' modus operandi comes clear. She is emulating a "Google odyssey," rendering lyrical the odd juxtapositions and eureka moments of Internet searching. But so organically ordered and so complex and hybridized are the shape-shifting, morally ordered mindscapes Moss engineers that they possess not a techno aura but, rather, a Hieronymus Bosch-like surrealism. "To live is to embrace the danger of rapture," writes Moss, and the same can be said of reading this fascinating and demanding creation.
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