Maniac
Maniac
“At my best, I’m deranged and flirty,” writes Giulia Bencivenga, “at my worst, horny and psychotic.” Lines like this pop up all over Bencivenga’s chapbook Maniac. But what is a maniac, anyway? A woman obsessed, crazed by lyric, a woman willing to get inside a feeling or idea and shake it to its core. “Our ruins,” she says, “are piles of trash / as big as Texas! / Men can rot / men can rot.” I love this maniac born of the ruin, so charged with negation and longing. The maniac wants more from this disappointing world and I want more of her poems!
~ Sandra Simonds, 2019