 Warsaw
Bikini
Sandra Simonds
January
2009
Trade Paper Original
ISBN: 978-0-615-25623-8
80 pp. | $15.00
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From the author
of the chapbooks Tomorrow’s Bright Bracelets (forthcoming,
Kitchen Press), The Pyrotechnics of Madame Trotter (forthcoming,
Coconut), Bananas and Spiders (forthcoming, H_NGM_N), A
Teeny Tiny Book of War (Teeny Tiny, 2008), The Humble Travelogues
of Mr. Ian Worthington (Cy Gist, 2007) and The Tar Pit Diatoms
(Otoliths, 2006) comes a longer collection of knockout poems.
Bloof Books will be publishing another book with Sandra, House of Ions: Sonnets, in 2014.
 Sandra
Simonds is the author of several chapbooks as well as the founder
of Wildlife, an experimental, handmade poetry magazine. She
earned a BA in English and Psychology from UCLA and an MFA from the
University of Montana. She is currently a PhD student in Creative Writing
at Florida State University. For more information, visit
sandrasimonds.wordpress.com.
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Praise
for Warsaw Bikini
In
Sandra Simonds’ poetry, a terrific, nihilistic dislike of herself
and others (her heroine “dires” men) vies with an extreme
will to prevail in full color. The tension is sustained by an imagination
of remarkable fertility and a rich and crowded verbal palette. Simonds
writes to sting. She’s like a Plath whose capacity for erotic altruism
has thoroughly imploded, producing a crisis that only a brilliant talent
could turn into a field of triumphantly exhibited power. Simonds has such
a talent.
—Cal
Bedient
For 100 years, maybe 3000, poetry has wanted to know what it is. Sandra
Simonds shows it. Every outset projects a lack the sequence must undo,
overturning postponement our wanting’s askance with preposterous
now. Why these baubles on the brain? Food, fishes, Poland. I am small,
she says, her happenstance clothing the essential. That wilderness holds
together, discloses organum, who knew?
—R.
M. Berry
Sandra Simonds’ poems are hyperactive conduits into the chaos of
our lost-at-sea moment in time. She’s in love with words and all
the damage they can do. La belle dame sans papiers—she’s witty,
smart, a real troublemaker, playing the lyre of her twenty-first century
blues.
—Barbara
Hamby
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