Anne Boyer holds the distinction of being the only/ﬁrst so far poet who I’ve initially read via a tumblr post. I guess that needs the clariﬁcation of poetry that has truly resonated with me. Her work tends to feel more prose-like with syntactical maneuverings that light my brain in all the right places. The group of poems starting with “Not Writing” were my favorite part.
When I am not writing I am not writing a novel called 1994 about a young woman in an oﬃce park in a provincial town who has a job cutting and pasting time. I am not writing a novel called Nero about the world’s richest art star in space. I am not writing a book called Kansas City Spleen. I am not writing a sequel to Kansas City Spleen called Bitch’s Maldoror. I am not writing a book of political philosophy called Questions for Poets. I am not writing a scandalous memoir. I am not writing a pathetic memoir. I am not writing a memoir about poetry or love. I am not writing a memoir about poverty, debt collection, or bankruptcy. I am not writing about family court. I am not writing a memoir because memoirs are for property owners and not writing a memoir about prohibitions of memoirs.
Her next book, A Handbook of Disappointed Fate, will be out very soon.