Dear Selection Committee

by Melissa Studdard

Overview

Framed as a job application, and bounding with associative leaps and surrealist underpinnings, Dear Selection Committee is a subversive, sexy love song to an endlessly messy self and the burning world it inhabits. Full of apostrophic power, these poems shift among registers of loss, desire, and joy as they wrestle with issues such as climate change, addiction, modern distractions, gender presentation, religious questioning, and the nature of pain. Dear Selection Committee attests that although life can feel like a bumpy cab ride to interview for a job you feel uniquely unqualified for if you lay aside the anxieties of self just long enough to peer out the window, you'll see great beauty amidst the chaos.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781737513414
Publisher:	Jackleg Press
Publication date:	05/17/2022
Pages:	132
Sales rank:	858,883
Product dimensions:	6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.31(d)

About the Author

Melissa Studdard is the author of five books, including the poetry collection I ATE THE COSMOS FOR BREAKFAST. Her work has been published or featured by places such as NPR, PBS, The New York Times, The Guardian, POETRY, Kenyon Review, Psychology Today, and New England Review. Her awards include The Poetry Society of America's Lucille Medwick Memorial Award, The Penn Review Poetry Prize, the REEL Poetry Festival Audience Choice Award, the Tom Howard Prize, and more.

Editorial Reviews

In the universe of Melissa Studdard's poems, both the speaker and the audience will always have their cake and eat it too. After all, "Life's never dull when your name's Melissa," and oh my goddess, does Dear Selection Committee serve hard as a brilliant 21st century take and critique of the epistolary, filled with infinite heart and infinite humor and infinite neon signs that point towards the larger-than-life nature of poetry. This is excess. This is extravagance. This is the definition of sensuality. Studdard has the tremendous gift of finding the center of every poem, giving us the whole damn thing. -Dorothy Chan

"I buried // everything they told me to bury. Then, I dug it up again," Melissa Studdard writes in Dear Selection Committee, an apt description of the work these poems do to unearth the incorrigible self and bury conventionality and its offspring, shame. The speaker revels in her largesse, claiming, in one poem's title, she's "Huge Like King Kong, Like Godzilla, Like Gulliver," and that the "world is my diorama of a world," and in another, that her honeymoon pictures are "the cover / of the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass." All of this immensity, this grand unburying, is squeezed into the prosaic corseting structure of a job application, intensifying the split between tame and wild. Even her own birth is enacted with kinetic magnificence: "I broke the kingdom inside her, broke the gala / of horses straining to get out. I broke the dancehall // mirrors and even the gilded faucet handles. / I was a river that strong. Made for flooding." Indeed, these poems are so desirous and animated that they spilled over the edges of the page and into my thirsty soul. -Diane Seuss

The poems in Dear Selection Committee say what I've always wanted to say in a job application (and what I'm thinking as I perform the role of Normal Job Person) but never had the guts. Melissa Studdard's burn-it-down-radical honesty is elating af-exactly what I needed to read-but the poetic attentiveness, from the first page to the last, was the real thrill. At the heart of the cyclone, is a dependable, deepening pulse of self-preservation. -Jennifer L. Knox

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