Sophie Mayer

Her Various Scalpels Sophie Mayer

These poems usher you into an intimate cinema where Gertrude Stein kisses Patti Smith. Where a bird steps through the screen and becomes a girl, where a girl moulds a cock and becomes a city, where a city striated with cinema becomes a glacier, where a glacier sits in the red velvet seats and sees herself as a star. In her mind imagined films take flight, cast from salt and swans. Stepping out of the darkness, she trips into blackouts over lines scratched into celluloid. Wrought as and from fragments-coinages, echoes, attitudes, glimpses-these poems collage new ways (or waves) of seeing.