Scrape the onions off the bread and keep going. In these poems of suffering and survival, Pupek stretches the limits of endurance-incest, beatings, rape, emotionalĪnd psychological battering, suicide-and finds the boundaries. Nothing,” however, Pupek shames the woman for giving in to what’s given her, and observes in a museum of natural Why disturb him? I’m a woman who asks nothing,Ī woman with a knack for surviving godless nights. I crush bodies, shove my tongue into their mouths,ĭon’t let them go until they promise blue skies.Īn unfaithful lover who has learned to pick her battles:ĭreaming of red-eyed women with iridescent nipplesĪnd thread-thin appendages kneading his oily back. Sometimes you must intercede on your own behalf.Īnd tossing out the ones that land upside down. They fightīack (most if not all), claim their own ground, stronger than ever, independent and feisty to the core.Īt forty-three, I’m too old to wait on a redeemer, These girls and women may be ground to dust, but they do rise up again. She captures it all, the agony and the ability to overcome. Each one is a therapy session,Ī rant that is horrific yet somehow astoundingly beautiful at once. Not all novelists can be poets, but I would venture to say Pupek is even stronger in this medium. Pupek’s subject matter may be difficult to read and contemplate, Silence only empowers abuse and protects the abuser. And know this-that such things will not go away of their own accord. Far too much of it is this: the cruelty to which childrenĪnd women are subjected in a multitude of ways. But not all in life is butterflies and smelly roses. Knows, oh she knows, and her mission is to make you know-well, then, take your medicine. Pupek’s Tomato Girl, a novel about the horrific abuse of a child, that she More than one sitting, curl up on the floor in a fetal position if you must, but if I learned about a year ago from Jayne You won’t be able to take more than that in one sitting. Here is the abuse, the battering of both body and mind, the diseases that afflictįlesh and spirit alike.
World can thrust upon her and yet survive. This is the poetry of rage and suffering, of a woman who has had all that a man’s You ache and sometimes want to inflict ache. Most explore and reflect a woman’s survival in a battering world, poems that will make Forms of Intercession: Poems by Jayne PupekĬhoose your weapon, but you’ll need one of these, and possibly both, when reading Jayne Pupek’s nearly one hundred
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