Kristi Maxwell

Informed by feminist philosopher Donna Haraway’s notion

of “staying with the trouble,” the poems in Kristi Maxwell's Goners

use the lipogram (writing that excludes one or more letters) to engage with the human-driven mass extinction event underway. Specifically, these lipograms do not use the letters in the names of the endangered animals in the poems' titles, a form Maxwell calls an extinction—

to explore what happens when what is endangered is instead absent—gone. The piece “Cheetah,” for instance, uses 21 of 26 letters, all but “a,” “c,” “e,” “h,” and “t,” so no articles, no cats, no being, no are or were or was, no choice, etc. (no etc.). The formal strategy of the lipogram

nods to global trends regarding climate change and strategies

of elimination (eliminating carbon emissions, red meat consumption, plastic, and so on).

Kristi Maxwell’s Goners generates a wild and uncanny language for 'unknowing us.' Marking creaturely absences, inventing dizzying idioms, Maxwell’s lipograms are a distorted, illuminating mirror held to our calamitous present. These astonishing poems offer a new way of understanding extinction as a massive terraforming project, not only of Earth systems and species lifeways, but also of language itself. Erased, enclosed, destroyed, reinvented: the ecopoetic syntax of Goners reveals the terrifying and wondrous work poetry can do to chronicle the violence of anthropogenic making and to imagine other possible futures.

Margaret Ronda, author of Remainders: American Poetry at Nature’s End

Praise & Reviews

In these harrowing poems of climate despair, Maxwell rakes elegiac songs from the 'sunken forms' that appear, in language and in landscape, as species vanish from our planet. These lyrics, virtuosic in their attention to image, line and sonic texture, pour into each animal-absence a full measure of radiant grief for all we've lost and are losing. With each poem, Goners opens profound spaces of inquiry, of mourning, and of reckoning unlike any I've read before; this book is a tour de force.

Kiki Petrosino, author of White Blood: A Lyric of Virginia

Kristi Maxwell’s Goners evinces language as our species’ most joyous production and the technology of our most total and fatal predations on the planet, our fellow creatures, those we perceive as other, those we perceive as ours. English is the imperial language par excellence, both in its colonial and corporate modes; just so, as the tones and phonologies of English wash around in these salty pools, syntaxes of harm are temporarily suspended, while English’s harmful sequalae, extraction and extinction, are everywhere in effect. Amidst the systole and diastole of such loss and invention, I feel a strange new inclination suddenly leap forth. I think it is towards the next. Kristi Maxwell, what's next?

Joyelle McSweeney, author of Toxicon and Arachne