Faculty Bookshelf: Darcie Dennigan

Books by Darcie Dennigan 

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Palace of Subatomic Bliss (Canarium Books, 2016)

Poetry. Drama. This book contains a play about a woman who dies twice, a treatise on why there are no female absurdists, and several unfortunate references to goldfish. In fact, the book was almost called “The Fish” in the way that Gogol’s story is called “The Nose,” except that unlike the olfactory organ of the Gogol story, neither the woman nor the fish has yet developed of life of her own, and it is perhaps beyond the powers of the author to indicate whether this is a happy or sad undevelopment. Much of the text is simply unattributed lines from Pina Bausch, Virginia Woolf, Daniil Kharms, Albert Camus, Clarice Lispector, and others.

 

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Dandelion Farm (Smoking Glue Gun, 2015)

Dandelion Farm unfolds at once in the darkened jewel-box theater of the skull and on an expanse of lawn as full of green promise as the vowels in the name Mahalia. This series of cycling sketches recalls at once a score, a play, a novelette, a collage, a net for remembering, a spell for calling back. Like a dandelion or a player piano, it plays its delicate song on the points of its golden teeth.

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Madame X (poems) (Canarium Books, 2012)

All wide awake in a state of delirium, Darcie Dennigan’s Madame X stands at the intersection of the surreal and the historical, an ill communication of the anxieties and ecstasies of the 21st century.

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Dept. of Ephebic Dreamery (chapbook) (Forklift Ohio, 2012)

The Dept. of Ephebic Dreamery is a Borgesian elegy for youth. In monologues, strange scenes whose apotheoses are puns, and prose poems, it wonders at and wanders through the death of Brian Healy.

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Corinna, A-Maying the Apocalypse (poems) (Fordham University Press, 2008)

Corinna, A-Maying the Apocalypse simultaneously celebrates and laments that “we are but decaying.” Betraying a love of old poems and symbols and new words and forms, these are poems where “the moon’s spritzing its perfumes and the phlegm is thick and fast” over cities and Starbucks and suburbs. The poet is in love with the rhythm of the man-made world, and “the rhythm is so strong sometimes / it blows up the room.”