Contents
a fierce and violent opening
do you want to dip the rat
ghost flight to the moon
a hospital room
the start of the free and natural
Save your flowers
Floral pattern
Why I Hate The Internet
The miscarriage
The book of stars and the universe
The Clog
There is no name yet
Milking the rest of it
Milk, No 2
Love Poem for Bathsheba
The ghost
The Ghosts
The way we treat them
Become a person
Me and you
If you can't trust the monitors
Hot Pink Summer Titty Tassels
Twin Peaks
OCD
Kill Marry Fuck
At night the snakes
The Dream
Little Kingdom
The School
Snakes
The Minotaur
Fuck everyone
The Secret Life of Mary Crow
You thought
Winter plums
I feel the heavy
Is it a burden
The Medical Institution
Agatha
Poem for the Moon Man
Blue milk
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Contents
a fierce and violent opening
do you want to dip the rat
ghost flight to the moon
a hospital room
the start of the free and natural
Save your flowers
Floral pattern
Why I Hate The Internet
The miscarriage
The book of stars and the universe
The Clog
There is no name yet
Milking the rest of it
Milk, No 2
Love Poem for Bathsheba
The ghost
The Ghosts
The way we treat them
Become a person
Me and you
If you can't trust the monitors
Hot Pink Summer Titty Tassels
Twin Peaks
OCD
Kill Marry Fuck
At night the snakes
The Dream
Little Kingdom
The School
Snakes
The Minotaur
Fuck everyone
The Secret Life of Mary Crow
You thought
Winter plums
I feel the heavy
Is it a burden
The Medical Institution
Agatha
Poem for the Moon Man
Blue milk
Show moreContents
a fierce and violent opening
do you want to dip the rat
ghost flight to the moon
a hospital room
the start of the free and natural
Save your flowers
Floral pattern
Why I Hate The Internet
The miscarriage
The book of stars and the universe
The Clog
There is no name yet
Milking the rest of it
Milk, No 2
Love Poem for Bathsheba
The ghost
The Ghosts
The way we treat them
Become a person
Me and you
If you can’t trust the monitors
Hot Pink Summer Titty Tassels
Twin Peaks
OCD
Kill Marry Fuck
At night the snakes
The Dream
Little Kingdom
The School
Snakes
The Minotaur
Fuck everyone
The Secret Life of Mary Crow
You thought
Winter plums
I feel the heavy
Is it a burden
The Medical Institution
Agatha
Poem for the Moon Man
Blue milk
Dorothea Laskyis the author of five full-length collections of poetry: Milk (forthcoming, Wave Books, 2018),Rome(Liveright/W.W. Norton, 2014),Thunderbird(Wave Books, 2012),Black Life(Wave Books, 2010), andAWE(Wave Books, 2007). She is also the author of several chapbooks, including:Snakes (Tungsten Press, 2017), Thing (Floating Wolf Quarterly, 2012), Matter: A Picturebook(Argos Books, 2012),The Blue Teratorn(Yes Yes Books, 2012),Poetry is Not a Project(Ugly Duckling Presse, 2010),Tourmaline(Transmission Press, 2008),The Hatmaker's Wife(2006),Art(H_NGM_N Press, 2005), andAlphabets and Portraits(Anchorite Press, 2004). Born in St. Louis in 1978, her poems have appeared inAmerican Poetry Review, Boston Review, Columbia Poetry Review, Gulf Coast, MAKE magazine, Phoebe, POETRY, Poets & Writers Magazine, The New Yorker, Tin House, The Paris Review, and6x6, among other places. She is the co-editor ofOpen the Door: How to Excite Young People About Poetry(McSweeney's, 2013) and is a 2013 Bagley Wright Lecturer on Poetry. She holds a doctorate in creativity and education from the University of Pennsylvania,is a graduate of the MFA program for Poets and Writers at the University of Massachusetts-Amherst,and has been educated at Harvard University and Washington University. She has taught poetry at New York University, Wesleyan University, and Bennington College. Currently, she is an Assistant Professor of Poetry at Columbia University's School of the Arts and lives in New York City.
"In her poetry, Dorothea Lasky does the work of naming for us,
saying it as is, but in language and music that gets at the
visceral and drags it, wet and sticky, to the surface. She takes
power back."
—Kimberly Ann Priest, NewPages
"There are many such moments in Milk where the poet
asserts her authority to complicate our understanding of metaphor’s
logic and the symbolic image’s reach via rapid direct address,
inexplicable numbers, the power of color. For Lasky, a poet whose
perpetual present is supplied by her faith in the imagination, a
poem is less obfuscated and more dimensionalized. Lasky creates a
dimensionality that refuses to be flattened out by readers who
insist on undisturbed rational lines of thought. She intends to
perturb, disturb, disrupt, and awaken."
—Nathaniel Rosenthalis, Boston Review
In Milk, Dorothea Lasky channels her electric writing into an
examination of creativity and motherhood. In parts a critique and
in others a celebration, Milk deftly navigates the complex relation
between creator and creation, from poetry and new language to
motherhood and new life.
—Cassidy Foust, Lit Hub
Lasky abandons the notions of linearity and coherence, introducing
possibilities of renewal out of instances of trauma by reaching for
a musical phrasing all her own. . . . Don’t look for daintiness nor
defeatism in Lasky’s weighty lines but rather fierce, quick-witted
associations that make space for one woman’s power to name her
world.
—Major Jackson, Academy of American Poets
"In Lasky's Milk, anything and everything is only a turn away,
whether through metaphor's web of associations or simply the poet's
inexhaustible imagination. It's hallucinogenic: in these pages,
individual identity falls away and, in exchange, the reader is
given access to something like shared consciousness."
—Luiza Flynn-Goodlett, The Adroit Journal
"Lasky’s poems are incredibly visceral, long known for being
straightforward and fearless, pushing unflinchingly through some
rather dark territory. Her poems are constructed as accumulations,
with phrases stacked upon another, moving further and further,
heading off into directions unknown that managed somehow to exist
simultaneously linked and trailing off into some unknown distance;
lost, somehow, and yet connected. Part of the rollercoaster thrill
of reading her poems is in seeing just where the poem might end up,
often a far distance from where it might open."—Rob McLennan
Exhibiting her typically unabashed, rhythmic, and confessional
style, Lasky revels in both shadow and light as she writes through
isolation, motherhood, and loss. At its best, Lasky’s voice is
hypnotically primal, resulting in inexplicable, yet palpable
desire. . . . This is an emotionally enriching collection, and
Lasky’s euphonic displays of vulnerability may leave readers
pleasantly dizzy.
—Publishers Weekly
For all the humor and sneer, Lasky’s poems tread the waters of
stark fears of mortality, propagation, and innate monstrosity. . .
. Yet, somehow, her speaker carries on through all life’s
suffering—by the cosmic force of Lasky’s lyric and whimsy, “Because
despite it all / She lived / You know” and so, with Milk, readers
may find kaleidoscopic stories for survival too.
—The Arkansas International
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