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the GAFFER: Celeste Gainey
About the Book
Light is the preoccupation, vocation, and language of the GAFFER, the debut collection of poems by Celeste Gainey, the first woman gaffer to be admitted to the International Alliance of Theatrical Stage Employees (IATSE), the preeminent craft union in the motion picture industry. These poems vividly depict the gaffer's terrain from the set of Martin Scorsese's Taxi Driver, to Sidney Lumet's Dog Day Afternoon and The Wiz, to a lighting session with Lucille Ball. In these poems is the quest for identity and synchronicity within the imagined and experimental realm of light and cinema, and the immutable physical world where notions of gender, sex, desire, and ambition are prescribed a priori. the GAFFER deconstructs the idea of outsider as pioneer—then runs with it.
Praise for the GAFFER
In bursts of language, these poems tell the story of a girl who wants to grow up to be a man who grows up to be a gaffer, lighting the set of every movie you've ever loved. They swagger. They sashay. They strut like a queer teenager trying on her first pair of men's Levi's and liking what she sees in the mirror: a human being in love with the 'brute arc light' of the world. I raise a toast of solidarity to the feminine power and presence of the GAFFER. Gainey's voice knows how to fill a room.
Celeste Gainey's astonishing debut, the GAFFER, is a book about light: how it finds us, changes us, and shapes who we are and how we see. It's also a book about the body—sexual, other—'looking for combustion.' In Gainey's world, 'gaffer' and 'poet' are interchangeable: her poems light the world at perfect angles, even our 'little failures,' and cast back to us our own lives: radiantly refigured, radically changed.
the GAFFER breathes poems of obsession, the relentless pursuit of an idea, and presence. We hear the compelling lexicon of light: 'baby legs,' 'horsecock,' 'inkie,' 'brute arc'—and a voice arises: 'there are dwellings made of future'. In this stunning collection by Celeste Gainey, we realize we are in future—in the world of horizontal air, where the gaffer travels East to West: St. Mark's Place to Sunset Boulevard and back. Inside this movement, the body combusts into an original song of gender, desire, and place: alleys and canyons of ignition, blazing.