Jennifer Moore's debut collection takes its title from a bullfighting technique in which the matador draws the bull with his cape; in these poems, however, traditional moves are reconfigured and roles are subverted. In a broader sense, the word "e;veronica"e; (from the Latin vera, or "e;true"e; and the Greek eikon, or "e;image"e;) functions as a frame for exploring the nature of visual experience, and underscores a central question: how do we articulate events or emotions that evade clear understanding? In order to do so, the figures here perform all manner of transformations: from vaudeville star to cartoonist's daughter, from patron saint to "e;Blue-Eyed Torera;"e; they are soothsayers, apothecaries, curators, often conjuring selves out of thin air. This dilating and "e;shape-shifting"e; of perspective becomes a function of identity: "e;the absorber and the absorbed become one."e; Indeed, both speaker and listener must be crafted-willed into being-by each other ("e;Be your own maestro"e;), and are apparitions until then. Through a flick of the wrist or a trick of the eye, these speakers understand that construction of a self comes only through performance of that self-which performances are often punctuated with a wink, an unswerving gaze, or both at once.
