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Hyperglossia

Stacy Szymaszek, author

ISBN: 978-1-933959-07-8Original cover art by Laurel Sparks06 01 2009104pp$15

Stacy Szymaszek

Stacy Szymaszek was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, in the summer of 1969 and grew up there. She studied at the University of Wisconsin (Milwaukee), graduating in 1991 with a BA in Literature. She is the author of the books Emptied of All Ships (2005) and Hyperglossia (2009), both published by Litmus Press, as well as hart island (Nightboat Books, 2015) and numerous chapbooks. Her book_ Journal of Ugly Sites and Other Journals_ won the 2014 Ottoline Prize from Fence Books. From 1999 to 2005, she worked at Woodland Pattern Book Center in Milwaukee. In 2005, she moved to New York City, where she is the Artistic Director of the Poetry Project at St. Mark's Church.

Praise for Hyperglossia

‘Who is Eustace, and where’s use in that name? How is his tongue doing that thing in my mouth? How is her mouth doing this thing in my tongue?’

Out beyond the laws of kinship, Hyperglossia is equal parts kin with Kathy Acker’s In Memoriam to Identity and kari edwards’s a day in the life of p.. Szymaszek’s book proposes a world of post-mortality nobody can be slain in absentia where bodies and souls are transported trans-oceanically in leaky vessels whose very uselessness argues for a radically queer trans-poetics, a kind of transmigratory being in which identity, like gender a tomb, can only fail because one ceases to exist as this or that thing. Hyperglossia nourishes trans-identity, an ailment not to be treated except with anagrammatic homeopathies sibilant whispers which cure our injured declarations of love by transmuting a language that otherwise falsifies us into wholeness and pretends to fix us. Hyperglossia is the critical form disruption takes to interrupt the regime. This is writing as metempsychosis, activating a movement across bodies and names, species and spaces, making what’s been excluded from sense sensible blown pink omissions where we’re all twice dying between honey and shipwreck.

Rob Halpern