Framed on the wall of our mordant modern living, Stella Corso's evocative second collection, GREEN KNIFE, hangs firmly askew. In this annular and focused suite of poems, the flaneur's gaze is provoked by--and attuned to--its caustic surroundings: a therapist comparing their client to a painting; a subject reflecting on numerous imagined projections; our speaker walking around and around it all (as if in an exhibition hall), cataloguing how humanity's absurdity shifts and blooms based on the eye's moods. With humor and heart, and with an acerbically piercing tone, Corso claims the world "is alive and well. If you care / to look." We just have to be willing to "submit to the image // with courage." "Stella Corso's GREEN KNIFE is an investigation into the world as an artefact of thinking or an investigation into thinking as something made by the world as a whole. The book's ostensible subject is art and the humans who precede and follow it in time--and, again, the obverse: the objects that oscillate in semi-permanence around the ephemeral human host. With its double blade of incision and bluntness, Stella Corso's GREEN KNIFE could be made of anything--the whole world, vision, light."--Joyelle Mcsweeney "Stella Corso is a flâneuse who stays news. Fine, dandy, and refreshingly anti-social, the work herein is erotic, ekphrastic ear candy. For the side-eyeing, bittersweet aesthete in all of us."--Graham Foust "In the spirit of Agnes Varda's Vagabond, this knife grinder meanders from graze into trespass, slurps soup at the street-facing countertop, watches other women powerwalking and just can't (or won't) get out of the way. I encountered this sibylline book like a one nightstand: it worked itself into my soft tissue, it made me remember things I had once sacrificed but long forgot, and it made me look at my daily life with new disgust and applause."--Valerie Hsiung "If Aubrey Plaza were performing a reading of Chelsey Minnis' poetry in a museum, for the opening night of an exhibit on the surrealist painter Remedios Varo, I might drink some organic (minerally) champagne and wander past the poetry buffet towards the gift shop where all that's for sale is this book. I'd buy it."--Caren Beilin Poetry. Hybrid. Art.
Framed on the wall of our mordant modern living, Stella Corso's evocative second collection, Green Knife, hangs firmly askew. In this annular and focused suite of poems, the flaneur's gaze is provoked by--and attuned to--its caustic surroundings: a ther