Fall Higher

Fall Higher

by Dean Young

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781619320208
Publisher: Copper Canyon Press
Publication date: 12/18/2012
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 96
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

Dean Young: Dean Young has published eleven books of poetry, including finalists for the Pulitzer Prize and Griffin Award. He has received fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation and the NEA, as well as an Academy Award in Literature from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. He is the William Livingston Chair of Poetry at the University of Texas.

Table of Contents

1

Lucifer 5

Red Glove Thrown in Rosebush 7

This Evening from Far Away 8

Scarecrow on Fire 9

Madrigal 10

Rock Garden 12

Dragonfly 14

Selected Recent and New Errors 16

Opal 18

Fucked-Up Ode 19

The Usual Decision-Making Process 20

Irrevocable Ode 21

Sleeping Aid 23

Commencement Address 25

Fate 26

Omen Ode 27

Vintage 29

These End-Stopped Affairs 31

Elemental 34

2

Flamenco 37

Song 38

Wolfspeak 39

Tangle 41

The Past 42

Infinitive Ode 46

Easy as Falling Down Stairs 48

Undertow 49

Ephemerides 50

Vacationland 52

Music Was My Education 54

Full-Time at the Cyclotron 55

Articles of Faith 56

The True Apology Takes Years 58

The Fox 60

After My Own Heart 61

Scenes from the Crystal World 63

Optimistic Poem 64

Late Valentine 66

Happy Zero-th Birthday, Gideon 67

Non-Apologia 69

Flamenco 71

3

Changing Genres 75

Is This Why Love Almost Rhymes with Dumb? 76

Three Weeks from Two Days Ago 78

Alternating Current 80

Wolf Lying in Snow 81

Another Strange Rose for the Afterlife 83

Bay Arena 84

Instant Recognition between Strangers 86

My Current Favorite Disease 87

My Brief Careers 89

Demon Cycle 91

Scarecrow on Fire 96

Man Overboard 97

Delphiniums in a Window Box 100

Winged Purposes 101

Teetering Lullaby 103

About the Author 105

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jnwelch on LibraryThing 7 months ago
Poetry paints nothing but it splashescolor, flushed, swooning, echolatingand often associated with flightas in Keats's viewless wings of Poesy,a weird statement. The wings can't see?Are invisible like Wonder Woman's plane?Poetry is a good provider of the strange.(From the poem Non-Apologia)In his Fall Higher collection of poems Dean Young once again is a good provider of the strange. He's often referred to as "one of our most inventive poets", and that's what I like best about him - his ability to make us look at the world with a fresh eye, and often laugh at it, through his sometimes stream of consciousness connections and laser-true commentary. In this one he seems more bilious than in previous collections; those feeling chirpily sanguine (phrase cribbed from Richard) may find themselves more morose and disgruntled after reading this one.In this poem, titled Undertow, he has the sea thinking about itself with a "sudden out-loud laughter snort":Oh, what thehell, I probably drove myself crazythinks the sea, kissing all those strangers,forgiving them no matter what, liarsin confession, vomiters of plasticsand fossil fuels but what a strickenelixir I've become even to my becalmed depths,while through its head swim a millionfishes seemingly made of lighteating each other.He knows he can be hard to follow. At one point he says, "Try to stay with me, okay?" (Wolf Lying in Snow). And he can be silly. "I like napkins folded into swans/ because I like wiping my mouth on swans." (Commencement Address). He can be romantic:because of you I'm talking to crickets, clouds,confiding in a cat. Everyone saysCome to your senses, and I do, of you.Every touch electric, every taste you,every smell, even burning sugar, everycry and laugh. Toothpicked samplesat the farmer's market, every melon,plum, I come undone, undone.(Delphiniums in a Window Box).And for me he can be profound. After wondering over our fallacies in some detail, he concludes:We have absolutely no proofgod isn't an insectrubbing her hind legs together to sing.Or boring into us like a yellow jacketinto a fallen, overripe pear.Or an assassin bug squatting over us,shoving a proboscis right throughour breastplate then sipping.How wonderful our poisons don't kill her.(Selected Recent and New Errors). Yikes! That makes it hard to be chirpily sanguine, but it sure snaps the eyes open.