This landmark early book (its original printing by Angel Hair Books was 750 copies, and they are now extremely rare) by the late great Bernadette Mayer is finally available again, both as a tribute and a joy to read. Mayer was a marvelous poet in every stage of her long and prolific writing life, but many fans most admire her restless, powerful, sexy, and erudite early work. One of her signal elements is a certain deadpan wit, on full display here with classics such as “Lookin’ Like Areas of Kansas” or “What Babies Really Do,” or the marvelous “Essay”:I guess it’s too late to live on the farmI guess it’s too late to move to a farmI guess it’s too late to start farmingI guess farming is not in the cards now…I guess farming is really out …I don’t want to be a farmer but my mother was rightI should never have tried to rise out of the proletariatUnless I can convince myself as Satan argues with EveThat we are among a proletariat of poets of all the classesEach ill-paid and surviving on nothingOr on as little as one needs to surviveSteadfast as any farmer and fixed as the starsTenants of a vision we rent out endlessly
