Bøger af Diane Wakoski

Dancing on the Grave of a Son of a Bitch: The Complete Motorcycle Betrayal Poems In 1971, Diane Wakoski published the collection, The Motorcycle Betrayal Poems, to tremendous acclaim. In the years that followed, Wakoski wrote additional ¿betrayal¿ poems and now all are collected here in one volume for the first time. As relevant as ever, moving, at times shocking, it is Wakoski¿s honesty and bravery as an artist that continues to astonish, delight, inspire, and liberate the reader. Our goal is to bring back Diane Wakoski as a major¿similarly to our getting behind Wanda Coleman. Diane Wakoski is a groundbreaking poet and the author of more than thirty books.ARC mailing to retailer A-list

Reviewing The Collected Greed Parts 1-13 (Black Sparrow, 1984) in the Los Angeles Times, critic Kenneth Funsten heralded Diane Wakoski as "a mature poet, unimpressed by obfuscation or autobiography for their own sakes, but intent upon illuminating substance".That same clarity of vision and illuminating substance pervades this "new and selected" volume, which gathers together the long awaited "Greed: Part 14" along with all Wakoski's poems "written over the years concerning food and drink", as the poet explains in her introduction, "and the beauty that I have discovered through these subjects".Plath imagined blood red tulips in white hospitals as I think of Georgia O'Keefe's poppies. My mother who voted for Nixon and hates foreigners dreams of those red and white cans which might hold Chicken Noodle or Tomato soups. She's never heard of Andy Warhol who mimicked such cans, just as a butcher I talked to in our Michigan supermarket said that he had never eaten shrimp, or knew what people did with oxtails. His apron too had the same bright red stains, not yet faded into rust. Crimson blood on canvas, the art of childhood. Unhealed scars, still capable of bleeding.Contemplating her past -- "the exploration of Diane through her Western beach girl persona, her Medea-life, to her final snaky Medusa self" -- Wakoski honestly confronts her "Greed for Purity", comes to terms with "aging, living in the Midwest", and learns, "partly through the aesthetics of food and drink, to live a kind of 'still-life.'"