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- Author: Brianna Johnson
- Publisher: Spuyten Duyvil
- Year: 2018
- Pages: 90
- ISBN-10: 1944682848
- ISBN-13: 9781944682842
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.5 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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What if Bob Dylan was a girl? Not a woman, or a female, but a real live everlovin seat of the pants kind of girl. What if the poet gets kicked out of English class? What if that's what happens when Bob Dylan is a girl. This is the poet channeling us, the girl version of everything--she is the powder in the finger, the Alice B. Toklas in the corner of the room, the Niedecker-Zukofsky twins, the lawsuit waiting to happen. Brianna Johnson is doing something we should be doing in the way we want to do it--troubling the border, filching from the larder, listening to the talk, speaking and spelling, reframing the show and tell. She is not an abstract vision but a fleshy Johanna, wearing a famous blue raincoat, emerging bloody from the masculine songs and pointing, squawking, cutting, cut. Reminding us with a tour guide's tongue that "animals that are hunted can kill." There are multiple fidelities here, inside the drone of song, and we want to cheat on in.
Sandra Doller
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- Author: Brianna Johnson
- Publisher: Spuyten Duyvil
- Year: 2018
- Pages: 90
- ISBN-10: 1944682848
- ISBN-13: 9781944682842
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.5 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
What if Bob Dylan was a girl? Not a woman, or a female, but a real live everlovin seat of the pants kind of girl. What if the poet gets kicked out of English class? What if that's what happens when Bob Dylan is a girl. This is the poet channeling us, the girl version of everything--she is the powder in the finger, the Alice B. Toklas in the corner of the room, the Niedecker-Zukofsky twins, the lawsuit waiting to happen. Brianna Johnson is doing something we should be doing in the way we want to do it--troubling the border, filching from the larder, listening to the talk, speaking and spelling, reframing the show and tell. She is not an abstract vision but a fleshy Johanna, wearing a famous blue raincoat, emerging bloody from the masculine songs and pointing, squawking, cutting, cut. Reminding us with a tour guide's tongue that "animals that are hunted can kill." There are multiple fidelities here, inside the drone of song, and we want to cheat on in.
Sandra Doller
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