ATTACK OF THE FIFTY-FOOT CENTERFOLD
Many many thanks to Richard Siken for selecting my manuscript. And many many thanks to Richard and Drew Burk for everything.
Praise for Attack of the Fifty-Foot Centerfold:
Dorothy Chan is one scary poet with her in-your-face lust for everything the world has to offer. These poems are by a woman of appetites—for food, sex, and the gaudy trappings of the early 21st century. Hong Kong and Vegas are her cities and she is more than equal to what they are serving up. Her sonnets and odes explode on the page as she explores what it is to be a woman and a daughter in this pornographic moment in time. This is a Technicolor debut!
How does an antique pornography—insinuated, sentimental and wonderfully comic, clarify with almost perfect lyric force a commercial myth of eroticism, that is the last of trade slamming into the wall of the World Wide Web? This is a historical road show.
Dorothy Chan’s detailed, stormy book suggests our answer is: the changes are all going to be evolutionary. Yet, another laugh hooted up as survival. Here, the stylized wisecrack gives itself away as violent outcry. Stunning, brilliant!
These poems are steam punk on steroids. They’re plutonium-powered and neon-lit. These poems describe the world as it should be, as we want it to be, as we fear it will be, as it is every morning between 3:00 and 5:00 when our dreams are invaded by Godzilla, Tarzan, Wonder Woman, King Kong, Sinatra. If Attack of the Fifty-Foot Centerfold were a holiday, it’d be Hallowe’en for grown-ups, Christmas for space aliens, and the Fourth of July for everybody, because each of these poems is a little present, and like the best presents, they don’t just please us—they set us free.