perhaps this is a rescue fantasy
ISBN 13: 978-1-890311-00-1
76 pgs, Cover artist unknown
$12.00 direct from Aerial/Edge
Heather Fuller's lines are 'moves' being made,
as if in her peripheral vision where everything's happening. Her 'moves'
are in this periphery 'on their own': "I saw Graceland in the narrow
of a morning." The poems start out before we read them; or as if
simultaneous, to one side of us -- "I watch for entering words /
never running away but into Out." One has the sense of the reader
being the speaker who at once does not know, hasn't preformed, what is
being said (and what is going to be). The writing is "the cut and
joining when you are speaker and not knowing."
For Heather Fuller enjamb north-south-street-lettres smarts in narralyrical
riff space full of humor & attention & rage. "I don't fuck
pronouns and no visits from scribes," she writes. That is, "Dear
Formalist...woman arrested for lying under sculpture...the sculpture Fish Out of Water." Meanwhile, "I make love in the most
irrelevant places." That is, "Please ask to be reseated if
you think you lack the strength" for this rescue fantasy.