Catherine Wagner, Imitating
ISBN: 0-9535401-1-1 £3.50/$8.00 22 pages 2004
Reviewed by Laura Steele
Catherine Wagner writes a poetry in Imitating which forms a crystal of fear, colour and a time of life drawn from life, annotations to particular days written as 'Exercises'. The distinction is several times drawn between the imitating and the not imitating, "& I knew I was imitating, because my legs could make no gestures that had not already been made", or "I needed to be alone reproducing // I wasn't imitating". Reproduction is not imitation but a dividing, and writing is the split singing, "I make the ground ripple and my head red sing", an ebullience which succeeds where some form of spectral cookery
I didn't have time not to burn myself
the trajectory of the pan too important
& I fucked it up
The crystal draws a dividing human body (dividual) into it, then emits furred lines of poetry in which a bright child-like stomp
I was trying to
so I would be delicious
How are you booge? Are you the booge?
I'm the booge.
I danced in the back of the car
danced my feet on the roof.
What is happy.
Energy for now & for the next thing
It IS CAPABILITY
I can be in the back of the car, it is my house
my friends live in my house
they move my house