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Selected Poem

Bisection (cheering, vivi-)

The flowers themselves are like knees,
not their buds, as with peonies,
the ball-peened. She calls me
from too far away for not even a kiss
yet, could be like violets, too,
that end's her spectrum. Say
lustrum, hurt one. Say I do
Teena, too. See how, too, I am
on my knees. Say I too know
what you means.

Self and Simulacra


2002 PEN Center USA West Literary Award in Poetry Finalist
2001 Beatrice Hawley Award

“. . .a highly intelligent and literate poetry….While the I exists because it desires (I want therefore I am), the self is multiple and unstable, and Waldner takes joy in this mutability through a syntax as fluid as self….The poems…radicalize syntax through simultaneous rather than layered alternatives, indicating the multiplicity inherent in perspective…”
Arts & Letters

“An ornately strange, elegant investigation of our begotten and made selves. Methods and language archaic and contemporary, botanical and anatomical, inflorescent, cotyledonal—with hair and members. Lady bugs for consolation. A brave new unmalicious mind.”
—C.D. Wright

“Liz Waldner is a poet of high wit, high intelligence, and great musical rigor—she may be our Postmodern Metaphysical poet plummeting deeper and deeper with each book into the questions of self, sexuality, and knowing. These poems are so intoxicated with their making that one gets the sense of the sheer pleasure of composition—‘there is no greater pleasure than pleasure in writing.’ And reading.”
—Gillian Conoley

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