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After-Cave

A feminist, feral-poetic odyssey, purring and covered in mud, After-Cave invites the reader to move with its possibly human, possibly alive narrator toward a discovery of livability. More pressing than hunger in this universe is the need to know what cruelty means and how one might live in its absence. How to make this impossibility hospitable and thereby, in one’s way, to prepare oneself to meet ones friends: human, animal, the always alive and the already dead. A hybrid text, After-Cave contains experiments in sound and syntax, language that moves like weather systems and migratory birds, troubling notions of linear time and traversing the spaces of human-made and “natural” disaster.

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“Michelle Detorie betrays the false presumptions of our times to vivify and reinhabit the very spaces they have denied and marred. However ‘marred’ is language already discarded here. Without old-fashioned judgment, she sets us inside her testimony, which is a scored preamble, an alchemical cartography, girl-spirited and dense with data, all-atune. The book’s dystopian ferocity and knowledge make its bearings even as it trembles with a deep and feral hope. Hers is the tenderest, the most specific report.” —Elizabeth Treadwell

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“Like Helen Adam before her, Detorie sings this afterlife-life, often via attention to noise, meaning that ‘voice’ here picks up some unnatural instruments: ‘Tumbleweeds or / teeth? [ ... ] Fur / for a mouth.’ I make my way through After-Cave as I’d enter a woods where ‘the trees have decided to grow underground’ — certain that finding my feet will involve a death to one nature or another. In this kind of apocalypse, it’s the ideology of ‘the natural’ that’s haunting the house — not any actual fact of organisms. Or (if you like ghosts) maybe it’s the natural’s propensity for systematic violence that leaves us with such fiery spectral lives.” —C.J. Martin

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“Michelle Detorie writes through the animal to reach another place; there, we encounter ‘reluctance,’ ‘kindness,’ trailing ‘ribbons.’ I was very moved by the link Detorie makes between feral life and the ecology of shelter. As she writes: ‘Digging underground, I disrupted homes that did not belong to me but wound deep and tethered together.’ How this profound non-belonging is in relation, always, to the sensation of touch when it comes; touch that in After-Caveprecipitates encounter, like the stages of soft palate growth and experiment that precede language: ‘Your hand like a little lock reached through — .’ What a tender and complicated book for someone to write. A book that is ‘silky, frayed, gleaming: a continuance.’ A book that hurts a little bit to read. A book saturated in the kind of longing a girl might typically not admit; a desire, in other words, that starts to change the outline of the body: ‘my glass jaw bobbing.’ The intensity also lies in the way Detorie takes us close to what is not us and what will change us to be with in another way, across the species frame: ‘I thought of taking off my clothes and sleeping with the wolf.’ Communal, imaginal, soft — the book goes on and takes us further in, until we reach the ‘meadows still blue with the asphalt glitter that rained down.’ And get to go. And get to lie down.” —Bhanu Kapil

  • Format
  • paperback
  • Pages
  • 96
  • Language
  • english
  • ISBN
  • 9781934103548
  • Genres
  • poetry, feminism
  • Release date
  • 2014