"Decadent! Childish! . . . indulgent and melancholy . . . moments of extreme morbidity and anger."-Arielle Greenberg

"Her poems take some getting used to."-Robert Strong

"Many won't find her . . . acceptable at all...-Cole Swensen

Preface 1

People say "nothing new" or "the death of the author" but, I am new and I am not dead.

Intellectual, anachronistic, superserious: I'm not going to start crying because "experimental" and I'm not going to start crying because "not experimental"...

I just want to piss down my own leg...

And should everyone be bored like narcosis?....

Poetry should be "uh huh" like..."baby has to have it..."

If anyone thinks they need to write reviews, teach classes, edit magazines, or translate

books in order to write good poetry...then maybe they should just take a rest from it...

If you try to write a good poem again and again for years and years and receive no awards, no money, no nothing...then you're happy...

And all these blurbs are for s-. Like if I were to carry around a turd and pretend it is my baby...

The poet I worship is Edward Dorn, because I adore his disgust...

Whatever he says feels like art...

Poetry is for crap since there's no money or fast cars in it...

But, in the thighs...I feel it...

Author: Chelsey Minnis
Binding Type: Paperback
Publisher: Fence Books
Published: 04/01/2007
Pages: 123
Weight: 0.4lbs
Size: 7.80h x 5.90w x 0.40d
ISBN: 9780977106493


Review Citation(s):
Publishers Weekly 07/30/2007 pg. 58

About the Author
CHELSEY MINNIS is the author of Zirconia, winner of the 2001 Alberta Prize from Fence Books. She is a graduate of the University of Colorado and the Iowa Writers Workshop, and a native of Littleton, Colorado. She currently lives in Boulder, Colorado.