Description:You You You—it’s what we all want to hear, isn’t it? At long last? Or think we do, until we stand in the merciless glare of desire, where we are toyed with, teasingly forgotten, actually forgotten, summoned back, worshipped, interrogated, frozen out, and longed for again by dizzying turns. Dia Felix finds her “you” in these poems, as every great poet eventually does, and takes the occasion to frolic in a genre she alternately deploys and dismantles so frequently—within poems, between lines—that in the end we glimpse nothing more than two bodies in strobelight. It’s what Dia wants: this undoing: luxury rubbing elbows with precarity, delirium with mundanity (does the frog living at the bottom of the sea “have to do his dishes or he just lets them soak?”), history with amoral urbanity in its perpetual present tense. To be in love and to discover, in one’s pocket, miraculously, a credit card. “If I were a nano-plane,/I’d fly right into your eyes.” “We spent all day in bed/giving each other awards.” Devotion is so fucked up. We pretend it’s just a (gendered) (inherited) trope-wheel, sometimes, for all the right reasons, but then spin it so fast anyway that it blinds us and all our friends and trashes the bedroom and wakes up everyone on the street. — Matt LongabuccoThe narrator in "You You You" is entrenched in one of the greatest conundrums of life, how to love in a capitalist society where love can become a consumer good in a New York minute - how, in fact, to even exercise free will and break away from the socially compulsory to live an "authentic" life. Who among us knows that feels like? First, you must recognize and outwit the devil in all of his forms. Dia Felix is quick in her wit and on her feet. I am reminded that the the battle ground is always going to be language. This is a poetry that makes me believe that I am an angel of the sidewalk, word-playing my way out of debt and into sexual pleasure with another who may or may not be on the same journey, but let me give them the benefit of the doubt, "Let me put this afternoon on a credit card for you. / It’s worth it, it’s worth the laughter and the happiness on your fat face." This is a radical poetry that knows that when you have a job and can actually afford cheese, the right thing to do with it is put it in your butt. —Stacy Szymaszekdef jux dia felixi like sexy poems! i like poems that reflect my habit of using the word fuck in my poems. i like poems about fucking if they’re written by women or queers or queer women or basically anyone but rusty professors screwing MFAs. the agonistic cry of desire manifests through sensorial delight in a key or a bug. i like dia felix because she is all of the above, except the part about professors. sure, i might be seduced by my predilection for reading about periods and pee and expensive european vibrators but i would suggest no subject’s as tedious as sex unless its baked in the writing. by which i mean you you you is brilliant not simply for its depiction of the arc of a love affair but also for its juxtaposition of seatmate and intimate. the ruffled surface and granite foundation. i call her mike drop. —Garrett CaplesThese poems burn like effigies in the cheese section of a 24-hour grocery store, best read aloud with the specific languor of a non-holiday, in a bedroom, under the blankets to everyone who never bothers to rsvp. When I read Dia's words, I am shown that a grotto exists in a cavity is hollowed out of plenty and emptied anew. Dia's wisdom hides in cracks––Flaca is the phantom body, bff, nemesis, soulmate. Each page of YOU YOU YOU negotiates feast or famine: bread in a good mood, ice cream in Spain, and a simmering reduction when something calls for sweetness. I want to wrap this beautiful book in linen, anoint it with cedar oil, stuff it with myrrh and cinnamon and eat it at a wedding. —Charity ColemanWe have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with You You You. To get started finding You You You, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.
Description: You You You—it’s what we all want to hear, isn’t it? At long last? Or think we do, until we stand in the merciless glare of desire, where we are toyed with, teasingly forgotten, actually forgotten, summoned back, worshipped, interrogated, frozen out, and longed for again by dizzying turns. Dia Felix finds her “you” in these poems, as every great poet eventually does, and takes the occasion to frolic in a genre she alternately deploys and dismantles so frequently—within poems, between lines—that in the end we glimpse nothing more than two bodies in strobelight. It’s what Dia wants: this undoing: luxury rubbing elbows with precarity, delirium with mundanity (does the frog living at the bottom of the sea “have to do his dishes or he just lets them soak?”), history with amoral urbanity in its perpetual present tense. To be in love and to discover, in one’s pocket, miraculously, a credit card. “If I were a nano-plane,/I’d fly right into your eyes.” “We spent all day in bed/giving each other awards.” Devotion is so fucked up. We pretend it’s just a (gendered) (inherited) trope-wheel, sometimes, for all the right reasons, but then spin it so fast anyway that it blinds us and all our friends and trashes the bedroom and wakes up everyone on the street. — Matt LongabuccoThe narrator in "You You You" is entrenched in one of the greatest conundrums of life, how to love in a capitalist society where love can become a consumer good in a New York minute - how, in fact, to even exercise free will and break away from the socially compulsory to live an "authentic" life. Who among us knows that feels like? First, you must recognize and outwit the devil in all of his forms. Dia Felix is quick in her wit and on her feet. I am reminded that the the battle ground is always going to be language. This is a poetry that makes me believe that I am an angel of the sidewalk, word-playing my way out of debt and into sexual pleasure with another who may or may not be on the same journey, but let me give them the benefit of the doubt, "Let me put this afternoon on a credit card for you. / It’s worth it, it’s worth the laughter and the happiness on your fat face." This is a radical poetry that knows that when you have a job and can actually afford cheese, the right thing to do with it is put it in your butt. —Stacy Szymaszekdef jux dia felixi like sexy poems! i like poems that reflect my habit of using the word fuck in my poems. i like poems about fucking if they’re written by women or queers or queer women or basically anyone but rusty professors screwing MFAs. the agonistic cry of desire manifests through sensorial delight in a key or a bug. i like dia felix because she is all of the above, except the part about professors. sure, i might be seduced by my predilection for reading about periods and pee and expensive european vibrators but i would suggest no subject’s as tedious as sex unless its baked in the writing. by which i mean you you you is brilliant not simply for its depiction of the arc of a love affair but also for its juxtaposition of seatmate and intimate. the ruffled surface and granite foundation. i call her mike drop. —Garrett CaplesThese poems burn like effigies in the cheese section of a 24-hour grocery store, best read aloud with the specific languor of a non-holiday, in a bedroom, under the blankets to everyone who never bothers to rsvp. When I read Dia's words, I am shown that a grotto exists in a cavity is hollowed out of plenty and emptied anew. Dia's wisdom hides in cracks––Flaca is the phantom body, bff, nemesis, soulmate. Each page of YOU YOU YOU negotiates feast or famine: bread in a good mood, ice cream in Spain, and a simmering reduction when something calls for sweetness. I want to wrap this beautiful book in linen, anoint it with cedar oil, stuff it with myrrh and cinnamon and eat it at a wedding. —Charity ColemanWe have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with You You You. To get started finding You You You, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.