Goodnight, Marie, May God Have Mercy on Your Soul

Poetry. There is no other book quite like Marie Buck’s GOODNIGHT MARIE, MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL. Its tight economy of language and demotic vocabulary imply an almost diaristic simplicity. Any normality you might expect is interrupted and overwritten by recurring images of fantasy, transfiguration, and violence. GOODNIGHT MARIE, MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL vacillates between the real and the not. Each poem turns on a dime between the logical and the illogical, with poems beginning in a Room of Salted Flesh and ending at the beach; or introducing a family having breakfast and culminating in a celebration over champagne in an in- between land of ghost and ghouls, desires and fears. Buck’s aleatory carrousel of subject matter and bizarre scenes creates a contradictory, complex subjectivity, …the type of person who would… / eat part of a sandwich from a very legit-seeming Italian place / and immediately puke into a trash can / about 10 seconds after telling a chatty stranger how great the sandwich is.