The American Poetry Review

REWIRING THE GENDERED GAZE

AP2 Books

Chelsey Minnis, Baby I Don’t Care
Paperback, 272 pages
Wave Books, 2018

Khadijah Queen, I’m So Fine: A List of Famous
Men & What I Had On
Paperback, 96 pages
YesYes Books, 2017

Carmen Gimenez Smith, Cruel Futures
Paperback, 88 pages
City Lights Spotlight No. 17
City Lights Books, 2018

Recent poetry collections by Chelsey Minnis, Khadijah Queen, and Carmen Gimenez Smith rattle the bars of oppressive structures both seen and unseen. Each poet engages with male language, whether as her target or her medium, using it to build a feminist analysis of society’s patriarchal undergirding in stark clarity. Minnis’s latest, , performs this critique in the most literal fashion, collaging dialogue from Turner Classic Movies into mock centos in two stanzas of five lines each. Queen’s likewise assembles source material, here in list form. Prose blocks catalogue celebrity run-ins, tracing the selfie impulse back to the not-so-distant past of pagers and pay phones. Often these famous men tattle on themselves, but Queen’s speaker also, returns the voyeuristic male gaze that looms and leers from television screens—the threat all the more palpable via what she and Dana Levin call in a recent interview at LitHub “our first selfie president.”

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