Rather than condemnation, Robertson's ongoing response to boys, men, and their imposed strictures is an unruliness, a refusal to obey, a positing of fluid sexuality, a participation in alternative communities, and a delight in overlooked shared spaces. In this way, her poetry performs a witty and mischievous dialogue while conveying a subtle recognition that fear and even pathos oftentimes motivate the need for order: "Amazed head of a man I feed/you violets and fall upwards bleating." In The Men, as in much of her work, Robertson makes intellect seductive; only her poetry could turn swooning into a critical gesture.Indeed.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
The Village Voice looks at Robertson's The Men
From this week's Village Voice:
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