Interestingly, the figure of the segno looks similar to Lacan's symbol for the subject. In turning to the realm of signs and symbols, Calvocoressi quite literally creates a new vocabulary for gender unrepresented by language.
Calvocoeressi utilizes the musical symbol of the segno as a pronoun for the Bandleader, representing "a confluence of genders in varying degrees, not either/or nor necessarily both in equal measure" (xi). Ranging in mood from somber to spectacular, the collection is a meditation on the body, gender, family, and those things that tie people together. Gabrielle Calvocoressi's collection Rocket Fantastic features impeccable cover design with surreal and stunning poems to match. I don't have much to say, it didn't work for me. The use of language left me feeling indifferent to it, and I like to play around with language in poetry. The only piece that really worked for me was "", this one did something for me, I took something away from it which I cannot say for anything else in here. Looking at other reviews, a lot of people respond positively to these, which only seems to prove my point that poetry is such a subjective genre. There are reappearing images, Calvocoressi plays around interestingly with the concept of gender: there is stuff happening, it just wasn't for me. But when I don't really understand most of these poems, an ongoing narrative string doesn't add anything for me. I liked that there was an ongoing sort-of narrative that connected many of the poems, that is an interesting way to do a collection, I have not experienced it quite like this before. And yeah, this was a miss.įor the most part these poems either fell flat or went over my head (and maybe the ones that I say fell flat eluded me, too). "Rocket Fantastic" ended up with me mostly for the cover, I love this cover, and of course that's not a good reason to choose a book but honestly, it is so hard for me to pick poetry. I choose by what I think of the vague description, at this point try to avoid anything that could be Instagram style poetry, then the title and sometimes the cover. I know what I like when I read it but beforehand I am basically digging around a giant pool of possibilities. I got on top and let it find the tightness It poured across the girls and slicked across Its mouth and made a gong of the canyons. I needed to makeĪn appointment with my anguish, so I couldĬlose by a voice I couldn't see because the sun Because we're all so busyĪren't we? And so broke. Which seems like something I'd make up in a poem And I had made a planĪnd into the evening. Put my hand up to see what they were saying. And also that there was no waterĪnd the sun poured across the women's bodies
And lured me outside so I forgot her death entirely.
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