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While theexperimental pieces in this collection didn t do it for me I liked them for what they were but I felt no connection to them which is important to me in poetry , thenarrative poems which are still brilliantly odd were just fantastic. (((Epub))) ☠ Spitshine ⇝ In this debut collection, Anne Marie Rooney subverts traditional forms into strange and sexy new shapes With poems as scary as they are seductive, Rooney reveals the domestic to be a rich, dirty burlesque two princesses fall in love fetish is explored through the shackles of sestina a poet indexes, in stops and starts, her own obsessions I love the way the language in these poems propels and propels, I love the intimacy and tenderness that also feels fierce, I love the sexual world, the body, the world s body Here s an excerpt from Story with Red Heels in its Mouth I tuned my path only to the scent of her perspiration The sky was sweating also, for it could feel me moving my longing under it It was not her, exactly, that I longed for It was a vacuum rougher than air The whole kingdom crept with a static, knowing I was co I love the way the language in these poems propels and propels, I love the intimacy and tenderness that also feels fierce, I love the sexual world, the body, the world s body Here s an excerpt from Story with Red Heels in its Mouth I tuned my path only to the scent of her perspiration The sky was sweating also, for it could feel me moving my longing under it It was not her, exactly, that I longed for It was a vacuum rougher than air The whole kingdom crept with a static, knowing I was coming But the birds were still birds Our fathers were clouds of the hardest cloud, and I passed under and away from them It went on like this, the path was long and if you asked I would say I did not remember how hard it thrummed against me, how it felt me moving and did not open like a sea opens, how in fact it closed very hard around my hand and did not open again until it felt my pulse still live and heavy, and how then the trees fell silent and the fences fell silent and were golden and silent, and I did not listen to their silence but kept moving my feet God, this book was unpleasant and difficult to finish It felt like the speaker in every one of these poems was yelling at me, and not in a compelling way I couldn t get over the seemingly unprovoked aggression in these poems in order to appreciate their use of language Not good.