That Strapless Bra holds up Sarah Sarai as a keen observer of the world.
With wit and sardonic reflections, Sarai brings poems that fuel a long ride.
Julie R.
Enszer, author of Avowed, Lilith's Demons, Sisterhood, and editor of Sinister Wisdom If it is to be of any value / a story will be misunderstood - that's Sarah Sarai in That Strapless Bra in Heaven.
A visionary who can't quite keep a straight face, a prophet quicker to laughter than judgment, Sarai is a virtuoso of the one-liner - too much is as it seems - but she works with a vast cultural canvas, and sorrow and a thirst for the real underlie, the scintillating eloquence.
Dante's journey is a dream, Stalin's famine never ends, Dido weeps in the city she built, humans wander through a world of staggering beauty never quite knowing how to love each other: What do monkeys worry about? / Our imaginations grown dim? The Strapless Bra in Heaven is a roller coaster, but it's grounded in what we once called wisdom.
Sarai's new book is a thrilling read.
Nurkse, author of Love in the Last Days: After Tristan and Iseult; The Border Kingdom; The Fall light.
in the unnavigable dead end / these poems are as truthful as Sarah herself & a bit surreal / they are both weighty & cunning // unmask gender / benders / dilemmas & tyrants / nasty politics & social disgrace in all areas & eras often merging them while encompassing & compressing the personal & objective past & future with the present.
You dreamed you were a prophet.
You awoke an anarchist.
ready to kill / Sarah sorts out socio-political angst / trickery & self-righteous humanism / while tackling that mountain pass from child / hood to the freeing squalor.
Reader, if you were seam.
I'd take you out anywhere.
/ you are the first line of this poem.
this poem exists for you.
/ you're not dead you're middle aged.
/ I say good riddance.
though I'll miss myself.
these poems reveal, as Sarah puts it, the artist's confidence to create.
| Other | What do monkeys worry about |
|---|---|
| Days | After |
