Cyborgia
Cyborgiamaps a "post-human," pro(to)-woman, celluloid landscape helixed with a cyber-cabinet of curiosities animatronic bones, cyborg cowgirls, teledildonics & alien automatons. Slaviero's book is the robochild of Battlestar Galactica & Angela Carter, & equally as brilliant: full of lucent wit, imagination, intelligence & a scathing playfulness: "You jacked in/to my dollslot, called me a slick witch." Her poems navigate the fetishization & disassembly of female cyborgs as metaphor for the multiple violences enacted on women; and, though Cyborgia hosts fishflesh & machetes, it shimmers with shape-shifting ability, is both kinetic & kaleidoscopic in providing a transgressive space for us. By the time she writes, "My voicebox is capable of murderous frequencies; I sing your soldiers down to sheets of skin," I am irrevocably hooked into Slaviero's frequency & her conquering talent. --Simone Muench<br /><br />"[No virus was ever this pretty.]" So ends Susan Slaviero's redolent, ambitious debut. Her poems themselves cyborgs, Slaviero's work embodies the stereotypically feminine while reeling toward posthumanism. A phantasmagoria,Cyborgiais a slightly grotesque, whip-smart collection that establishes Slaviero as a poet to watch. --Brandi Homan<br /><br />Slaverio slic[es] through the barriers of mechanism and the female body, of systems and viscera, where the women are filled with milk and smoke, rainwater and wristwatches, fractals and fish. --Kristy Bowen<br /><br />"[No virus was ever this pretty.]" So ends Susan Slaviero's redolent, ambitious debut. Her poems themselves cyborgs, Slaviero's work embodies the stereotypically feminine while reeling toward posthumanism. A phantasmagoria,Cyborgiais a slightly grotesque, whip-smart collection that establishes Slaviero as a poet to watch. --Brandi Homan<br /><br />Slaverio slic[es] through the barriers of mechanism and the female body, of systems and viscera, where the women are filled with milk and smoke, rainwater and wristwatches, fractals and fish. --Kristy Bowen"[No virus was ever this pretty.]" So ends Susan Slaviero's redolent, ambitious debut. Her poems themselves cyborgs, Slaviero's work embodies the stereotypically feminine while reeling toward posthumanism. A phantasmagoria,Cyborgiais a slightly grotesque, whip-smart collection that establishes Slaviero as a poet to watch. --Brandi HomanSlaverio slic[es] through the barriers of mechanism and the female body, of systems and viscera, where the women are filled with milk and smoke, rainwater and wristwatches, fractals and fish. --Kristy Bowen