Sex at Noon Taxes

<p>Playfully invading the traditional territories of poetry Sally Van Doren throws into question form subject matter and the sound and meaning of words. The poems in Sex at Noon Taxes mix straightforward narrative midwestern vernacular and linguistic ambivalence embedded in which is a struggle between the mind and the body. While one poem admonishes the reader to "Forget the phonics / of the focal/fecal. Phrase / fashion and effuse" in another the speaker says "I refine my sense of / pain when you touch me / with something blue." A preoccupation with the visual artists and artwork seeps through many of these imagistic minitexts. These poems look for release in descriptions of physical acts and in intricate manipulations of language. Sometimes they find it: "Along comes the sentence to / break up the monotony of possession." More often though the questions they pose resist answers: "What extravagant / commodity is sex?" and "Which el- / lipsis omits love?" Gender identification blurs as the poems probe theories of articulation and investigate the geographies of language and love. Through wordplay and word work these poems travel a tightly crafted sphere of emotions and ideas.</p><p>"Preposition"</p><p>The before took us right up tothe after even though undermeant we should not try over from being stronger than to</p><p>up shying from its ascentin the face of down. I heldon to you and beside youI became with and about.</p><p>In our around the near/farcould turn away and toward within the without. By my aboveand your below the wheres and</p><p>whens retreated leaving timeand space stranded in off on out.</p>