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Sunday, January 08, 2012

Review of Joel Dailey's Surprised by French Fries (Ugly Duckling)

This review was first published in the print monthly Entrepôt (Sept. 2011) published in New Orleans from Trembling Pillow Press. 

Surprised by French Fries by Joel Dailey
(Ugly Duckling Presse, 2011)  $10.00

500 Limited Edition
Letterpress and Hand Bound

With poems set on an Olympia typewriter (1971 edition), Joel Dailey delivers thirteen poems and one letter that bemuse, ridicule, and occasionally poignantly deliver returns on contemporary society and its popular preoccupations. Surprised by French Fries embodies a voice and a tone that subtly undercuts the everyday state of disaster that most of American is awash in by employing that age-old double punch of clever pun and wit to strip away the veil without leaving anyone uncomfortably abashed. Dailey’s balance in his repertoire allows the reader to feel as though they are part of the “club,” a group who not only can volley his political innuendo but who also are able to maneuver through Entertainment Weekly shout-out, “I know why Vince left Jen” and advertisement pitches “Extend your outdoor living space” (The 3:10 to Yuma). In the opening poem “What’s Wrong with Lou Dobbs? or Feel More at Home in the Islands With Instant Hawaiian,” Dailey delivers his characteristic rapid succession of hard hitting lines stacked up to carry (or push) you from image to image, from geographic point to metaphorical conclusion: a commercial, a phone message on your voicemail, Wall Street closing, an overheard conversation, the Internet, writing students. The whole poem turns on the making of poems and Dailey pulls the rug out, always having the last laugh: “Ladies & G’s, the next generation of foam,” Echoed in the last word is form, and rereading the poem the subject seems to align into an ars poetica  or perhaps it’s a nod to poethical wagers, in direct contrast to Wall Street and economic sustainability on the eve of America’s first 21st century depression.  

“The Ear Wax Removal System” promises personal hygiene as it mocks the nation’s favorite past time: “I’ve gone from Facebook to Assbook.” The poet assures us, “I’ve purchased the Ear Wax Removal System/ So I’d be sure to hear the Muse.” Again at first glance, these poems seem funny, self-deprecating even, but the underpinnings point to our seemingly nonchalant attitude of being inundated with information and technology. The removal system points directly to a much-needed national cleanse, one in which the poet can hear the Muses now being drowned out by promises of sex appeal and “sudden relief.” Some of Dailey’s poems read like code, if you can break the cipher, you win the prize. A poem like “4 Things All Guys Keep Private” has a title reminiscent of a ten thousand times rehashed Cosmo article, but Dailey does deliver 4 things and quite possibly solving this puzzle will finally put an end to gender disparity.

“30 Things to Put You in A Good Mood” is another one that will feel familiar, riffing as it does on society’s ever increasing need for easy steps to happiness and in collusion with the bite size portions that the media has trained us to fetch.  Couched in this poem are references to New Orleans political scandals, “Never take a bribe from a guy nicknamed ‘Pampy,’” in addition to language borrowed from the latest Victoria’s Secret catalogue. Normally, you would ask yourself what these things have in common, but Dailey’s stomping ground is surprise, the surprise of language, the quirkiness of contrast and juxtaposition and like all good poets, he turns language on its head in order to shock us out of our stasis so we can join him in: “anticipating (eagerly) the post consumer environment.”

Dailey assures us, “Whatever you’re used to      this ain’t it.” And that’s exactly why it works. 

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