The poems in Brittany Cavallaroâs Girl-King are whispered from behind a series of masks, those of victim and aggressor, nineteenth-century madame and reluctant magicianâs girl, of truck-stop Persephone and frustrated Tudor scholar. This âexpanse of girls, expanding stillâ chase each other through history, disappearing in an Illinois cornfield only to re-emerge on the dissection table of a Scottish artist-anatomist. But these poems are not just interested in historical narrative: they peer, too, at the pastâs marginalia, at its âblank pagesâ as well as its âscrawls and dashes.â Always, they return to âthe dark, indelicate questionâ of power and sexuality, of who can rule the âcity where no one is from.â These girls search for the connection between âalive and will stay that way,â between each dying star and the emptiness that can collapse everything.
The poems in Brittany Cavallaroâs Girl-King are whispered from behind a series of masks, those of victim and aggressor, nineteenth-century madame and reluctant magicianâs girl, of truck-stop Persephone and frustrated Tudor scholar. This âexpanse of girls, expanding stillâ chase each other through history, disappearing in an Illinois cornfield only to re-emerge on the dissection table of a Scottish artist-anatomist. But these poems are not just interested in historical narrative: they peer, too, at the pastâs marginalia, at its âblank pagesâ as well as its âscrawls and dashes.â Always, they return to âthe dark, indelicate questionâ of power and sexuality, of who can rule the âcity where no one is from.â These girls search for the connection between âalive and will stay that way,â between each dying star and the emptiness that can collapse everything.