So Many Silenced, So Many Unnamed |
Thus the woman, who had perversely exceeded her proper
bounds, is forced back to her own position. She had, indeed, previously been
subject to her husband, but that was a liberal and gentle subjection; now,
however, she is cast into servitude.–John Calvin, Reformer (1509-1564)
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Dodie
Bellamy, Cunt Norton, Les Figues Press, 2013
“In Cunt Norton, the sequel to her unforgettable Cunt
Ups, Dodie Bellamy “cunts” The Norton Anthology of Poetry (1975 edition),
setting her text-ravenous cut-ups loose to devour the canonical voices of
English literature. The texts that emerge from this sexual-linguistic encounter
are monstrous, beautiful, unashamed: 33 erotic love poems (“the greatest fuck
poem in the English language,” according to Ariana Reines) that lust after the
very aesthetic they resist. “These patriarchal voices that threatened to erase
me—of course I love them as well,” Bellamy writes. Even as Cunt Norton
dismembers the history of English poetry, “cunting” Chaucer and Shakespeare,
Emerson and Lowell, it simultaneously allows new members to arise and fill in
the gaps, transforming the secret into the explicit, the classically beautiful
into the wonderfully grotesque. Bellamy’s cunted texts breathe life into
literary “masters” with joy, honesty, hilarity, and insatiable passion.”
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