Review #1: ‘Cunt Norton’ by Dodie Bellamy
Read Timothy Liu’s preamble to his ‘100 Reviews in 100 Days.’
If lyrical bad-assery could rip us each a new one, then what might these cuntastic proses do to my eight-plus inches of Norton Anthrologies taking up shelf space in my head is the question I keep on asking—thirty-three poets from the last four-hundred-ish years singled out for cunt-up congress!—and no, I don’t really need Ariana Reines gushy foreword to lube me up for debauchery-a-la-Dodie, but maybe the excess is the exact point—an entry point—a sorority of sisterly fingers to up-end canons that not since a book like Urs Allemann’s Babyfucker could manage to put our complacent literary practices at risk.
Disclosure: Have only met DB on the page.
Favorites: “Cunt Shakespeare,” “Cunt Emerson,” “Cunt Cummings.”