LAURA BUCCIERI observes, confronts, and explores queer womanhood in her collection On Being Mistaken. Buccieri writes, “i am the only thing i will carry,” but she manages to not only carry us through the implications of a society that “others,” but she also drops us into language that resists and jabs at that exact act of “othering.” This is an exciting, experimental, and rhythmic voice that creates a space in which we can explore how we are labeled and how we ourselves label. Buccieri doesn’t beg for answers but rather urges us to expand our language, assumptions, and ideologies. [Order Here]
Proceeds from on being mistaken will benefit the Audre Lorde Project and The Lower East Side Girls Club.
Of Kristen Stewart and the nature of wanting, Laura Buccieri writes, “i am capable of worship // not on purpose but / i can’t help but be / programmed.” On Being Mistaken renders the magazine, microagression, and catcall fragment, as the speaker attempts to escape gendered expectations only to find all paths to actualization begin, and end, in the world around us. Buccieri’s debut chapbook wrestles with critical and pervasive questions—investigating gender & sexuality, the locus of our too-human desires, and the complexities of enacting otherness within systems. These coming-of-age stories and love poems reject the finality of a sentence. Instead, the poet turns the Western treatment of women back on itself through syntactic blending and multiplicity. Buccieri’s sprawling work is experimental and original, and her voice is utterly captivating. If we must struggle to define, if we are forever labeled, if we are forever held to impossible standards, let it be so these poems can exist, awaken, & shake us loose.
—Raena Shirali, author of GILT
Laura Buccieri’s On Being Mistaken introduces us to a poet navigating (if not quite dodging) “male bullets flying everywhere on the female screen.” These poems have a way of feeling slippery but also solid, which seems like a good way to feel, to persevere. They’re full of casually brilliant observations about queer identity and desire, conveyed with a seriousness about living and making that has the added virtue of not taking itself too seriously: “i never wanted us / to be the art.” Buccieri is up front in at least two senses of that phrase. I hope more of us can join her there.
—Mark Bibbins, author of They Don’t Kill You Because They’re Hungry, They Kill You Because They’re Full
Laura Buccieri’s chapbook is an exquisite collection of poems exploring queer womanhood – and othered womanhood – in a way sorely needed right now. Buccieri’s lines are so frank, it often feels as if you’re reading words from your own brain, like “i am the only thing i will carry,” speaking of how being a woman is seen as a multi-layered identity, but often not just her own. And more importantly, her poems comment on the identities forced on women, and how women are trapped by the perceptions of others. Better yet, however, the collection is also a rally cry, as a way to break those perceptions and shatter the glass ceiling in order to escape, to be free.
—Joanna C. Valente, author of Marys of the Sea & editor of A Shadow Map: An Anthology By Survivors of Sexual Assault
Buccieri evokes lamp-lit desire, secret glances and body worship. Her work exposes a strange relationship to ordinary objects, gender and Google, emblematic of modern fluidity. The poems are generous, defenseless, rhythmic odes in praise of the body they travel.We seem to never inhabit constancy in a Buccieri poem, but learn how to wiggle the zipper over the crotch of confidence. Her syntax, broken on the page, relieves us of our expectations for resolution. Her words are not meant to mend but to confront. We are invited into the rooms of her experience, where we freely trespass the boundary between witness and self. Buccieri wrestles with the beauty she both subverts and exalts. The object lessons of her poems pierce the cishet gaze, in renewal of the feminine.
—Omotara James, author of Mama Wata & Daughter Tongue