May 7, 2009

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Rising, by Farrah Field (Four Way Books, 2009, 63 pages)
By Dan Szczesny letters@hippopress.com

Hailing from New York, born in Wyoming and writing about the South, Farrah Field gives us a strange, wonderful little masterpiece of turned-phrase, slangy fun that has soul, humor and darkness, sometimes all in the same poem. Actually, it might be more appropriate to label Field’s poetry as post-Southern since she rejects the tired trap of retelling heritage narratives and instead goes straight at the underbelly of sensual indulgence with such poems as “You Eat Like a Pig and Someone Should Tell You,” “Rioting Alone” and “Self-Portrait in Toad Suck, Arkansas.” In “Lively Oaks Trailer Park” Field’s narrator comes right at the reader with this description of her surroundings: “Everyone has patios // Astroturf and during / Sunday lunch we listen // to piano-finger legs / of tarantulas, walking.” Besides her fine descriptive talents, the word use of “patio” and “piano” and the juxtaposition of Sunday lunch with tarantulas and astroturf are just small samples of Field’s talent for wordplay. Rising may signal the presence of a new star. A