A
Gringo Like Me
Jennifer L. Knox
November
2007
Trade Paper, Second Edition
ISBN: 978-0-6151-6144-0
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Borrowing its title
from an Ennio Morricone ditty in the spaghetti western Gunfight
at Red Sands, Jennifer L. Knox’s A Gringo Like Me
contains poems at once raucous and sexy, tender and high. In favorites
such as “Hot Ass Poem,” “Cruising for Prostitutes,”
and “Chicken Bucket,” Knox’s speakers appear ornery,
hickish, undereducated, misogynist, or worse, but each quirky character
manages to elucidate a truth we’re better off knowing, even if
we’d rather forget it. At other times, Knox’s lyrical “I”
is downright pretty; in poems like “A Common American Name”
and “Freckles” she charms.
Knox has collected
dramatic monologues, personal lyrics, and even plays together in a single
energetic volume for a genuinely surprising debut. Between the poles
of her unique range, Knox straddles and tames what she may yet prove
to be an artificial divide in American poetry: she’s a former
slam champion, but also a three-time contributor to The Best American
Poetry; she’s hilarious and performative on stage, but also
deeply intellectual and formally in control. In A Gringo Like Me,
Knox roughrides her muse at full gallop, shouting obscene slogans, bits
of jokes, and sweet nothings at the top of her lungs along the way.
Jennifer
L. Knox was born in Lancaster, California—where absolutely
anything can be made into a bong. Her poems have appeared in the anthologies
The Best American Poetry (1997, 2003 and 2006), Great American
Prose Poems: From Poe to Present, Free Radicals: American Poets Before
Their First Books, and The Best American Erotic Poems: From
1800 to the Present. She has taught poetry writing at New York
University and Hunter College, and is available for children’s
parties, séances, and tradeshow booth demonstrations. For even
more specious information, see www.jenniferlknox.com.
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Praise
for A Gringo Like Me
In
this striking, idiosyncratic first book, Jennifer Knox speaks from a deep
immersion in American popular culture, both relishing the kitsch and clutter
that surrounds us and seeing through it to a terrifying core. If Jeff
Koons and R. Crumb collaborated on a book of poems, it might look something
like this.
—Mark
Doty
Jennifer
L. Knox’s poems are sexy, surprising and funny, and they give fresh
proof that (in Blake’s words) exuberance is beauty.
—David
Lehman
These
poems are sharp in perceptive insight, with an ability to use narrative,
image and felt-life together in one purposeful whole. This is a real strength,
hard to describe but readily perceived. Knox’s range of tones is
wide; she can move a reader to reflection, or empathy, or discovery, or
even, at will and blessedly, to laughter. I’ve
not ever met an imagination quite like hers—even when preposterous,
without aggression, and inventive without whimsy.
—Marie
Ponsot
“In
her first go, this poet has given us one ‘hot ass book ass’
to admire for a good long time.”
—Southeast
Review
“Knox’s
first book, A Gringo Like Me, reads more like Richard Pryor with a MFA.
But for all the blue humor, there’s real craft on display….
Knox has the ability to take a ridiculous situation and tell it in such
a way that it seems real…. [She] doesn’t back off, doesn’t
blink.”
—Verse
“Because
she makes it look so easy, it’s easy for the casual reader to ignore
the strength and grace in the lines of Jennifer L. Knox’s A Gringo
Like Me, as she carries us from one fresh image to the next. By the second
read, it grows clear that a deep understanding of form and prosody underlies
what are crafted to resemble poems of loose spontaneity.”
—The
Columbia Journal of American Studies
“Only
a couple of times a year do I truly get excited about a book of poetry.
Jennifer L. Knox’s A Gringo Like Me is one of these rare gems. While
reading it I kept thinking, I can’t believe this is poetry.”
—Powells.com
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