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“Belieu’s poems use a vernacular of their own to suggest a noir world of erotic innuendo and red lights waiting to be run.”—Neon
Black Box is a raw, intense book, fueled by a devastating infidelity. With her marriage shattered, Erin Belieu sifts the wreckage for the black box, the record of disaster. Propelled by a blistering and clarifying rage, she composed at fever pitch and produced riveting, unforgettable poems, such as the ten-part sequence “In the Red Dress I Wear to Your Funeral”:
I root through your remains,
looking for the black box. Nothing left
but glossy chunks, a pimp’s platinum
tooth clanking inside the urn. I play you
over and over, my beloved conspiracy,
my personal Zapruder film—look. . .
When Belieu was invited by the Poetry Foundation to keep a public journal on their new website, readers responded to the Black Box poems, calling them “dark, twisted, disturbed, and disturbing” and Belieu a “frightening genius.” All true.
| Of the poet's youth | 3 | |
| Epithalamion | 7 | |
| The birthmark | 9 | |
| Last trip of the island | 12 | |
| After reading that the Milky Way is devouring the galaxy of Sagittarius | 14 | |
| I heart your dog's head | 16 | |
| To an Englishman, lost in Florida | 19 | |
| In ecstasy | 21 | |
| The last of the gentleman heartbreakers | 25 | |
| In the graveyard | 27 | |
| One for my baby | 28 | |
| Below zero | 31 | |
| Liar's karma | 34 | |
| Pity | 36 | |
| Shooting range | 38 | |
| In the red dress I wear to your funeral | 41 | |
| At least | 63 |
Overview
“Belieu’s poems use a vernacular of their own to suggest a noir world of erotic innuendo and red lights waiting to be run.”—Neon
Black Box is a raw, intense book, fueled by a devastating infidelity. With her marriage shattered, Erin Belieu sifts the wreckage for the black box, the record of disaster. Propelled by a blistering and clarifying rage, she composed at fever pitch and produced riveting, unforgettable ...