Her Gloves Against The Mirror - M. Elizabeth Scott
Her Gloves Against The Mirror - M. Elizabeth Scott
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Standard Edition: $18
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26 copies signed/lettered by the author. Includes limited edition broadside designed by artist Hannah Fallon
Set-up among many mirrors, this debut collection offers a panoramic view of desire, stripped of its masked pathology of ethics.
With lush and atypical prosody and diction, Her Gloves Against the Mirror liberates the lover/friend from dualism to invite speculations about perspectival shifts during sex, ritual, and the building of a counter-culture. "Symmetry / is not an option."
The re-orientation signaled by this collection allows the body as sensual apparatus to roam free, where the kiss looks, the hands taste, the mouth is a cannon of song. At the end of history, we are apocalypsing, and through this temporal shift, the symbolic weight of our daily accoutrements and intimacies are realized.
"Her Gloves Against the Mirror is an accomplishment in occult poetics. These poems are incantations, trafficking in universal hallucinations and verdant myths. Possessed by genius, Scott is a street-level ranter in a wilderness of serpents, ghosts, masks, and eros. Her verses evoke the Hieronymus Bosch's fantastic landscapes and the secret language of alchemical emblems. Read this and be astonished."
Dr. J. Christian Greer, scholar of psychedelic spirituality
"Her Gloves Against the Mirror is an incandescent descent into the earth – a poetry of soil and bodily fluids, of the sacred in the spit. In this collection, M. Elizabeth Scott threads together phosphorescent desire, urban detritus, Greek myth, biblical echoes, and delirious prophecy, wrestling them down into the dirt to take root among the mycelia. From this fertile decay rises a strange, asymmetrical beauty shot through with flickers of feral transcendence."
Drew McDowall, composer and musician
"M. Elizabeth Scott's words spin you around her finger like a stray tendril of unwashed hair. These are poems bound beneath a tight corset, wandering through pre-Raphaelite gardens and piss-stained streets after a long hazy night at the club."
Graham Swon, filmmaker and producer