An Orca is Way Too Big to Attach Unless as a JPEG
By Anna Danielewicz.
Combining laconic loops and turns of millennial humour with bursts of minor devastation and sincerity, An Orca is Way Too Big to Attach, Unless as a J.PEG records the everyday blisses and horrors of life in the present moment. While Danielewicz’s lines often capture the insouciant cool of Chelsea Minnis or the comic transcendence of Hera Lindsay Bird, you sense she’s as indebted to the lustrous arcades of seapunk, cereal packaging and WikiHow articles as she is to, say, a battered copy of post-internet anthology of I Love Roses When They’re Past Their Best. There’s a soothing, oddly spiritual quality to An Orca is Way Too Big that makes you want to lie in a turquoise pool and count all the pixels in your iPhone to sleep. Nature and technology coexist in moments of occasional chiastic sublime (‘the sun was data transmitting’), and the ‘I’ is a kaleidoscope of cravings, rituals and observational tendencies; turning a page is genuinely like clicking refresh or adjusting the brightness of your screen. Lyric poems are interspersed with original illustrations, which take the familiar aesthetics of Instagram poetry into the khoratic space of the starburst or gradient, the spidery title. Exploring the existential dislocations of material culture alongside the invasive, affective recursions of pop relics (‘found it in a hopeless place, / did we, did we fuck’), An Orca Is Way too Big does the light work of a jpeg compression while keeping in mind the charismatic megafauna of its subjects. Like Walter Benjamin in avatar drag or Crispin Best stubbing his toe on Snapchat bathos, Anna Danielewicz might just be your favourite new flaneuse for Web 2.0. You’re all gonna want to get orca tattoos now. -- Maria Sledmere.