BOOKSHOP COMING SOON.
Anne Boyer on Virginia or the mud-flap girl (2012):
The new is not Hollywood and it is not America and it is not the founding fathers or the avant-garde who, like Jessica Alba, are made of "lite toxicity." There is a seductive and false new, a California of “the naggy sunshine & / the mean & stupid fucks,” but there is revolution, a “tender cocktail,” and also birth, which in all of its muddiness offers that “the new animal is / born of the new animal.” These poems are a delicate unanesthetized surgery in no sterile, metallic arena. Treadwell does her work with steady hands but in the unsteady open, extracting what value of the future remains even in a world with the rich “in their prissy communes,” even among the texting “platinum herd.”
Danielle Pafunda on Posy: a charm almanack & atlas (2015):
Elizabeth Treadwell's precise nod acknowledges matriarchy is already here. It's in us, around us. Not everyone likes it; too bad! It's welling. In its surge time gets unleashed from its market economy laces. Treadwell can float the surge, can posey capture tender vestiges of the dominant culture and set them free in the ecotone. She revives the gorgon sisters who weep, you told us too much about mortals. Nothing appears here that doesn't breathe. The calendar comfortably dissolves, faith that we'll be beheld.