"In Karen Rigby's poems we are in a world far from innocence. We are, in fact, in the 'savage machinery'
of the world after the fall, a world stricken with beauty and flaw. Whether writing about the 'heart's
declensions' in the voice of Norma Desmond, or about the 'multiple selves' of the onion, or the
'dumb abandonment' of Da Vinci's flying machine, Rigby's poems negotiate the balance between wonder
and woundedness. Rigby's eye is phenomenally attuned to everything it sees, and even past what's seen,
to the 'rooms behind / the ones you know.' The poems are vividly strange, and utterly heartbreaking."
"The poems of Savage Machinery are driven by both a keen sense of
rhythm and a confident announcement of Rigby's metaphoric visions of the world.
'The pure, explosive signature' of her poetry aspires toward Blake's admonition to
'see not with but thro the eye,' and because of this imaginative ambition
(conveyed with music and grace), the poems reveal a vivid sensual world that seems
both wholly familiar and holy strange. Simply, a stunning chapbook".
"It's no accident that some of these poems reference Edward Hopper.
Rigby's language evokes his sparse, barren landscapes where emptiness
is tangible, menacing, and beautiful. Her poems are so packed they bloom at the touch.
The results are stunning."
"A vividly emotional portrayal of the darkness and emptiness that mar the beauty of life and natural wonder, Savage Machinery is an unforgettable collection that deserves to be pondered at length."
Published by Finishing Line Press in October 2008 in an edition
of 250 copies, Savage Machinery is a saddle-stitched chapbook exploring 15th
and mid-century art, eros, women, and the pleasures of taste. The cover features
a painting, "Sacrificial Grace", by Makoto Fujimura.
ISBN 978-1-59924-287-3
Orders:
Amazon (through FLP)
Rick Barot, author of Want and The Darker Fall
Tod Marshall, author of Dare Say
Jim Daniels, author of Blessing the House
Midwest Book Review
(Vol. 7 Num. 12, December 2008)
Contents
Bathing in the Burned House
Design for a Flying Machine
Flyover Country
Cebolla Church
Photo of an Autoerotic
Verite
Norma Desmond Descending
the Staircase as Salome
Sleeping on Buses
Edward Hopper's Women
Petrol
Song for the Onion
Borscht
Bread
Plums
The Story of Adam and Eve
Shroud of Turin
Bread
Pitas swell, parachutes
in their ovens. On holidays, wreaths
braided with raisins.
I like a simple loaf best.
No olives greasy as pennies,
just dry crust flaking
in my hands, torn magnolias
clean and odorous
as bodies after love.
Salt spills like constellations
on my tongue. The first time a man
fed me bread, the pockets of air
were shutters opening.
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