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Marusya Navka Bias Tape. Saint Petersburg: Catoblepas Press, 2026
Cover design and illustrations: Mishanya Sergeevich.
Age rating: 18+
Length: 52 pages.
Author: Marusya Navka
Artist: Mishanya Sergeevich
Publisher: Aleksandr Spiridonov Jr.
Annotation
Marusya Navka’s poetry is a self-contained world of solitary language and heart, focused on attentive observation. It rejects despondency, agonizes over the warmth of a gesture, and tirelessly seeks an encounter with someone both cruel and close through tiny disappointments, circus turns, and deadly etudes. The witness-hero gives themself over to this practice completely: making a voluntary fall, initiating a leap over the city from the point of contact with the earth, where necessary ties are lost, a spit flies after an air-kiss, and one hand pushes another away. All of it will surely pass, the moment the watcher blinks.
Anastasia Cheche, playwright.
Reviews
I don’t know, I’ve hated poems and poets for a long time now. Especially now, when there are as many poets and poems as pubic lice. Sometimes, I admit, the boredom got unbearable, and I’d open those fucking contemporary poets. And right away I felt ashamed for everyone and in front of everyone. No exceptions in recent years. These poems were written by a friend of mine, I admit, and even though we’re friends, I usually didn’t pay extra attention to her poems so I wouldn’t have to feel embarrassed looking her in the eye afterward. That’s just how it turned out: some acquaintance of mine is a contemporary poet, and there’s nothing worse, but what can you do. Basically, I used to like the poems just for show… Then she sends me this selection, like, so what do you think? At first I didn’t get the title, but I liked it. I googled it and liked it even more. Then I started reading. The first little poem seemed like nothing much at first, as usual, but by its ending something in me twisted. It got strange, I started wanting something. And after that, that was it: I was fucked… I mean me, supposedly hard as nails. Anyway, by the end of the collection I felt good. Really good. What else is there to say?
Sevastyan Obozny