At the intersections of word and flesh, digital and human, we find Stacy Skolnik, purveying poems-as-images and images-as-poems. These documentations, which originally appeared on her now-banned Instagram account, interrogate the culturally “approved” existence (and practices) of a female body: What is allowed to be viewed, what is disallowed, and by whom — or what? Is a woman’s naked body always an understood permission for voyeurism, and, if so, what’s the problem with that, if voyeurism itself has not been fully interrogated? For me, the most interesting aspect of her project is its full dimensionality in one moment and its absence the next, its here-and-gone quality. Who (or what?) decides what images reside, and where? And what is this interesting absence-place? Skolnik herself answers this: “Did you know/There’s one dimension/That’s nothingness?/I strip in it”
— Sharon Mesmer, author of Greetings from My Girlie Leisure Place and Annoying Diabetic Bitch
The primary mode of address in Stacy Skolnik's mrsblueeyes is one of uncomfortable intimacy; it is one where we share in the secrets of a stranger and feel pleasure at the reveal. Skolnik allows us to wander the interior corridors of her life with the understanding that what we are witnessing is pure economy, that her loss is our gain. This collection reminds all of us that there is nothing so quotidian as the pain of rejection, there is nothing so familiar as the understanding that we can be desired and unwanted all at once.
— Alissa Bennett, author of Dead is Better
Hey Stacy, I've been thinking about your project a lot--it holds up really well and the text gets better with each read. But after a lot of thought, I think I should take a pass on blurbing it. It's just that in today's climate, I'm concerned that I might come off as the creepy older guy blurbing the sexy younger woman's book. I honestly think the book is really smart and strong, and would normally be happy for the association with it, but I'm sure you get my concern. I've been thinking of others who might get what you're up to… how about █████████ or ████████ or ██████████. I'd be happy to send along contacts for them if need be. Thanks for thinking of me and, again, sorry I feel uneasy about blurbing. I'm sure I'll see you around via ██████ or otherwise...
© Stacy Skolnik, 2019