Poetry. LGBT Studies. Speaking directly to the pop icon's ghost, Megan Volpert dives into a completely charted yet utterly unknown ocean that is Andy Warhol. The resulting collection of love letters and hate mail audaciously perforates the scene of the usual cultural suspects with icy shrapnel in a terrifying mirror game. This is not a biography, but a book that reflects APoetry. LGBT Studies. Speaking directly to the pop icon's ghost, Megan Volpert dives into a completely charted yet utterly unknown ocean that is Andy Warhol. The resulting collection of love letters and hate mail audaciously perforates the scene of the usual cultural suspects with icy shrapnel in a terrifying mirror game. This is not a biography, but a book that reflects Andy detects him, the Andy who deflects. Working into territory that channels the essay as its more radical practitioners imagine, Megan revives the prose poem and rethinks herself. As the idea of a "real" Andy begins to decay, the author learns to invent him and discovers herself everywhere. Remaking this mythic man in the image of her own baggage, Megan gives us her most personal writing to date and a striking truth: everybody becomes Andy."...
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Sonics in Warholia Reviews
A hybrid of pop culture essay, lit crit and prose poetry, Warholia is likely to appeal to Warhol enthusiasts. Addressed as a long letter to Andy, it's packed with facts about the artist's life. In riffing, stream-of-consciousness-style, on these facts, it emulates Warhol's voyeurism and obsession with celebrity. Warholia is a sort of bookend for Warhol's little autograph book, updated for an age of quick internet searches and cynicism toward idols--the age Andy helped usher in.That said, I'm *not* a big Andy Warhol fan, and the cerebral nature of some of Volpert's essays didn't make me want to ponder him--or voyeurism or celebrity or pop culture--more deeply. The book can feel like a long game of Six Degrees of Andy. Call me old-fashioned, but I prefer Jennifer Clement's Widow Basquiat, another collection of short pieces about the same era. The comparison probably isn't entirely fair, but I'm a sucker for narrative, warmth and lyricism, which aren't exactly *absent* from this collection, just harder to find.I was most drawn to pieces in which the author/narrator uses Andy's life as an opportunity to consider more personal, less strictly postmodern aspects of the human condition, such as "Dear Diary of a Dead Man's Telephone Number," about the possibilities of cell phone as grief tool. The grief-to-cell phone ratio is somehow just right."Ballad of the Maladies," which uses Elisabeth Kubler-Ross' stages of grief as an architecture on which to hang subject matter from Typhoid Mary to patron saints to Andy's own death, is one of the book's most effective uses of a conceit. Here, at last, is the feeling I think other parts of the book might be trying to evoke: that of a big, mysterious and inextricably connected world.
Andy Warhol Under the Microscope and Imagination of Megan VolpertMegan Volpert has the gift. She is well known in some circles for her work as a poet and a critic from Chicago who has successfully transplanted to Atlanta. According to the package insert she is 'rooted in confessionalism and surrealism, her work has a strong interest in the performative and is also influenced by second-generation New York School poetry. Volpert is a theory junky and cannot resist rock and roll.' This bit of background is supplied by the publisher Sibling Rivalry Press - that ever-amazing source of creativity that seems to blossom more with each published volume.SONICS IN WARHOLIA is much like a dream sequence in which Volpert channels Andy Warhol, places situations in his presence (or lack of) to challenge his responses were he not dead, and has conversations (often one way) with Warhol testing his capacity for creativity and for the acts of absurdity he performed. There are intriguing diatribes about Truman Capote, questioning how Warhol would have responded to that other fascinating creature, mediations on acts of sexual gratification, on lists of phone numbers and their owners, on suicides and deaths and the assault on Warhol (GSW to chest) - all written in an enthralling style Volpert compares to the technique of listening to old tapes that have to be turned over to hear the continuation. This is poetry of a unique form, free-associated, rambling, yet succinct in phrases and in picture making. Reading Volpert is not unlike sitting in an empty dark room, the only light being on shards of mirror dangling in a chandelier like fashion from the ceiling, each mirror finding a face or a toupee or a costume that was Warhol - the ingredient Volpert arranges for us into an image of a man the poet flashes back at us, and we discover part of ourselves in the mélange. Her writing is tasty, pithy, and erudite. Sample, from her mediation on Truman Capote: 'This is hundreds of miles away from New Orleans or Monroeville. This is gone from Truman's blanky on display in the Old Courthouse, long removed from Harper Lee's precocious little friend who could read at age five, well past pasty outcasts hungering to escape into a Mardi Gras whose mirage of unspoiled plumage they imagine in their closet cased youth, when graveyards held less death and more sexy mystery.'Megan Volpert conjures Andy Warhol and in her rituals she so exquisitely shares we discover Warhol anew - and wonder who deserves that 15 minutes of fame more - Warhol or Volpert. She is just that good! Grady Harp
Indie Lit Awards 2011 short-listed poetry title, Sonics in Warholia by Megan Volpert is highly experimental with poetic form meshing together pop culture and prose with lines from songs and other elements many will recognize in a homage to the conundrum that was Andy Warhol (most famous for the Campbell’s Soup Can). An interesting thing to note is the red “SIN” in the title, as well as the use of “Sonics,” which could be a reference to the garage band, The Sonics, from the 1960s. The images of Volpert in the background remind readers of Warhol’s famous Marilyn Monroe paintings and the rows of knives.The collection consists of eight long poems that play on musicality and surrealism, engaging readers in a back-and-forth, push-and-pull of ideas, much like Warhol himself, who remained cryptic about his process and his influences. In many ways, Volpert’s work resembles that cryptic nature.Read the full review: http://savvyverseandwit.com/2012/04/2...
Volpert's work changes with each release and consistently improves. Sonics in Warholia is her first work that is readily accessible to most any reader, relying more in blending information, conversational style, and touches of both poetic language and insight to create something new and enthralling. The sense of space it creates around Andy Warhol and what it reveals about him as well as the author makes for something that at first pulls you in with fascinating detail, makes you stay for how it holds together, and surprises you as it uncovers humanity through carefully deployed confessionalism. This is a book I'd recommend to most everyone I know, whether they're inclined towards poetry or not.
I bought the book blindly so was puzzled at first, but once I got into it, I became enthralled with Volpert's meticulous intertwining of music, cinema, architecture, history, and even Catholic saints, tying together diverse themes in a whole much greater than the sum of its parts. The overall effect is of the deep and mysterious significance of the connections between us, between two seemingly unrelated people like Volpert and Warhol.
I found myself more drawn to the sprawling moments of the book, the using-Warhol-as-springboard and entry into the tender moments. In particular, I really loved the tenderness of cell phone memory as grief, and there is a section where there is a star of electricity in a science classroom that I particularly loved.
Thinking deeply about Devo.