Butch Geography

Butch Geography Poetry LGBT Studies In her Los Angeles Review of Books essay Who Is Who Pronouns Gender and Merging Selves Dana Levin describes Stacey Waite s fusion of gender identities Pseudonyms heteronyms pe

  • Title: Butch Geography
  • Author: Stacey Waite
  • ISBN: 9781936797257
  • Page: 484
  • Format: Paperback
  • Poetry LGBT Studies In her Los Angeles Review of Books essay Who Is Who Pronouns, Gender, and Merging Selves, Dana Levin describes Stacey Waite s fusion of gender identities Pseudonyms, heteronyms, personae, all the ventriloquizing literary arts point of view and tonal shifts these are tools for speakers and speaking But the sentence too has a voice i will notPoetry LGBT Studies In her Los Angeles Review of Books essay Who Is Who Pronouns, Gender, and Merging Selves, Dana Levin describes Stacey Waite s fusion of gender identities Pseudonyms, heteronyms, personae, all the ventriloquizing literary arts point of view and tonal shifts these are tools for speakers and speaking But the sentence too has a voice i will not be the kind of boy who can not bear the memory of her body This is Waite s genius take innocuous syntactical phrasing and change the players mid sentence to get around English s pronominal either or by creating a syntactical both and.

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    1. Favs: tits, all the on the occasion of being mistaken poems, coming out in the porch light, choke, xy, fixing my voice, reading stone butch blues, sandhill crane information sessionThe most piercing account of female dysphoria that I've encountered.

    2. Read for my Gender and Poetry class, and, man, was this a great discovery. Waite does a deep dive into gender and sex and sexuality and family and growing up messy. Through the window, I watch the neighborfolding up the quilt in the porch light.For a moment, I think she is my mother,folding up my life into equal parts.I fold the newspaper--on one side, there was no note. On the other,survived by his family.

    3. I am after the stupid ice bobbing up and down in her drink, / so stupid it doesn't even know it is always already / made out of wet. (38)

    4. I had really high expectations for this book, and they fell flat. It had a couple good lines, but nothing major. Good concept, but not my kind of poetry.

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