(made), Cara Benson


Cara Benson

Publisher: BookThug
PubDate: 3/2/2010
ISBN: 9781897388563
Binding: Paperback
Price: $17.00
Quantity Available: 25
Pages: 63
SKU #: K07B

Poetry. "In the magical dictionary of (MADE), Cara Benson renders hotel facades in 'marshmallow'—not a color, but the surface—a substance I associate, at least in North America, with outdoor recreational fires. That hotel is going to burn to a crisp, in the social and planetary imaginary of Benson's intense work. What's particularly successful about this collection is the fact that this projective, impossible, ruined image does not have a place in the book, but, rather, appears/can appear: in the body of the reader: reading. Images are tracked not just for their futures but for their past versions ('garbage')—in which we 'wander, but delete, too.' 'How can you aim a fire?' asks Benson, in the 'cold axis' of an aftermath in which the earth is an 'orange' orbiting or attracting the 'jagged spark lines' of the sky. What breaks the sky. This is writing from the holocene. It's not trajectory. It's not narrative. It's vibration."—Bhanu Kapil

Cara Benson has had chapbooks published by Dusie, Black Radish, Belladonna*, and BookThug. (MADE) is her first full-length collection. 

Reviews and Other Links
Seth Abramson @ The Huffington Post
bill allegrezza @ p-ramblings
Moira Richards @ Galatea Resurrects
Julie Joosten @ Tarpaulin Sky Reviews
Jeffrey Cyphers Wright @ The Brooklyn Rail
Geof Huth @ dbqp: visualizing poetics
interview by Kate Greenstreet @ Bookslut
Julie Joosten @ Tarpaulin Sky Reviews
Sueyeun Juliette Lee @ The Constant Critic

“In this book illuminated with language, these prose poems lyrically scrutinize the everyday in a pileup of evidence. Isolated in cars on the interstate, people come together to crash or pile into nightcourt, assigning blame, relations askew in this atomizing economy where hands touch to exchange money, where billboards commandeer attention. It’s easier to take credit than responsibility. But how do the quiet encounters add up so that one by one individuals are also connected—comrades? ‘These are the people,’ Cara Benson explains, accounting, too, for the bats, spiders, the sated cats, a sunflower that achieved its bloom—the many agents of a (made) world. Thank goodness Cara Benson is noting down the details, in language (made) into poetry, and poetry (made) into this gorgeous book.”
—Kaia Sand