hannahvwarren's review against another edition
5.0
Early in Death Industrial Complex, Wuehle writes, “i’m going to speak slowly / in the language of the mise en abyme, of Spiralism.” This poetry collection is a testimony to the unending—the coil, the endless spindle. Combining threads of the occult with themes of America’s obsession with dead women’s bodies, Wuehle forces us to reconcile our curiosities with uncomfortable verities. All the while, she siphons the language that would allow us to defend ourselves from her close scrutiny. Wuehle provides a warning for the readers: “This is a straight story / told crooked.” Even as we learn more about the speaker and Wuehle’s poetics of trauma and the occult, we must remember that we will never have the whole truth. Here, learning the truth of the matter requires submerging ourselves in liminal spaces, something we glimpse but can never fully enter.
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