A Sand Book

"Mind-blowing.--Kim Gordon Reines' wildly rewarding poems are connected through clarity of voice, generous irreverence, and seemingly limitless purview... it truly contains multitudes.--Booklist (Starred Review) Ariana Reines is a go-for-broke artist who honors her traditions by being like no one else. Some of us have made a fetish of our stupidity, pretending to forget history, and some of us have made a fetish of despair, congratulating ourselves on melancholia, but Ariana is too brilliant and too alive for either of those sad luxuries. Her poems and various performances and even her posts are fetishes in a much deeper sense: they are sites of (and screens for) irrational and transpersonal powers. I am convinced of the authenticity of the summonses she receives and the summonses she issues and when I read her I am reminded that all of this is a calling before it's an identity or career. Her voice--which is always more than hers alone--is a dialectic between the very ancient and the bleeding edge. I just looked up ""bleeding edge"" on Wikipedia and here is what it says: ""A technology may be considered bleeding edge where it contains a degree of risk."" There might be ""a lack of consensus."" Or ""a lack of testing."" There might be ""industry resistance to change."" With Ariana's art the risks are real and we should run them.--Ben Lerner Her writing is queer and raunchy, raw and occult, seemingly never pulling away from her deepest vulnerabilities. Yet Reines simultaneously maintains a feeling of epic poetry, of ancient intention. She moves between worlds in search of the divine and the self. These are the kinds of poems that reorient you in the world, make you understand how little you know, but how much is inside you. Lines like 'the suffering of woman is/ the story of the universe' will linger in the front of your skull, imprinting themselves on your consciousness in a way that feels risky and real, like you've unlocked the key to some hidden truth, some undiscovered light. Reines's books are works of intellectual commitment and structural sophistication; at the same time, they allow the raw stuff of being, in all its messiness, to enter the page. . . . It is Western poetry returned to its 'epic' classical origins - meaty and full of drama, with more Big Dick Energy than any 'Great American Novel'. Reines opens us to new possible uses of language. A Sand Book's achievement, in its lyricism and its philosophy, cannot be understated. With this book of books, Reines transmits and distils the miasma of our reality--in all of its impossible completeness--in order to leave us with something that feels like truth."