I learned the secret of serenity by waterboarding daffodils. My Buddha is landfill. My mantra choked from a bluebirdâs neck. Itâs ruthless, the pursuit of happiness. Eighteen seconds have elapsed. This collection is a universe where minimalism and maximalism work in harmony. Ethics, economics, glamour and alternative physics arejust a few of the vehicles Besner uses in her jaundiced pursuit of knowledge and joy. At the collectionâs core is a series of brilliantly illuminated poems patterned on a scientific study of synaesthesia and Fisher Price refrigerator magnets. Besnerâs courageous comparisons and musicality provide the critical happiness we all need. âBesnerâs imagination doesnât appear to have an upper or outer limit ⦠Reading her poems is a bad trip and a transformational experience.â â Ken Babstock âBesner is one of the funniest poets writing in this country.â â National Post
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