Novak, JoAnna: Noirmania

Inside the Castle, paperback

Publication Date: February 25, 2018

Publisher Marketing: ""In taut percussive muscular language JoAnna Novak wields a fierce hammer. Here are tuff poems cast in a bright element in the 21st-century telling it like it is. It is sonic, strong,and wicked; and so good." -Peter Gizzi "'Sweet candy and a finger wet with blood': JoAnna Novak's entrancing, disturbing and beautiful 'cortège' is part hellish fashion shoot, part necroglamorous memoir, part grotesque diorama. Noirmania puts Novak in conversation with poets like Cynthia Cruz, Danielle Pafunda and Lara Glenum, contemporary writers who, like the late Plath, explores the politics of the female body with a no-holds-barred intensity." -Johannes Göransson JoAnna Novak's Noirmania, self-declared as a cortège, does not hold back its procession. She writes, 'I've heard people describe hunger / as apartmental, Exodus with / two escalators white walls, stark over- / whelming windows.' Like the Hollywood starlets who fed on Dexedrine and vodka in Malibu penthouses, Novak inhabits her starvation with precision and disavowal. 'How quickly / nobody is lost,' she says, herself an entity of the missing entourage. And isn't it interesting, that a cortège can be both a funeral procession and an entourage? Novak is clear about her role, which, as with feeding, 'was more missing than absent from / my plot.' Like Mina Loy's Lunar Baedeker series, Loy's 'chandelier souls of infusoria,' Novak wanders us through her caves and harvests, only to show us that every shape is the emptiness of shape, a 'circle, circle, circle' in the ground's infinite appetite for seed. 'Planets were not grown but broken,' she writes. Such declarations feel less like prophesy and more like promise. Noirmania surprises with its unlikely diction, a confessional dipped in silver and milk, a moony metropolis guided by an animal heart. Novak fathoms her space as a genius creature made of 'nothing but metric.' -Natalie Eilbert"