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Overview
"In characteristically short lines and pithy, slippery language like predictive text from a lucid dream, Zapruder’s fifth collection grapples with fatherhood as well as larger questions of influence and inheritance and obligation." The New York Times
“[Zapruder] presents powerfully nuanced and vivid verse about the limitations of poetry to enact meaningful change in a world spiraling into callousness; yet despite poetry’s supposed constraints, Zapruder’s verse offers solace and an invaluable blueprint for empathy.” ―Publishers Weekly, starred review
“Zapruder’s new book, Father’s Day, is firmly situated in its (and our) political moment, and is anchored by a compelling gravity and urgency.” ―The Washington Post
The poems in Matthew Zapruder’s fifth collection ask, how can one be a good father, partner, and citizen in the early twenty-first century? Zapruder deftly improvises upon language and lyricism as he passionately engages with these questions during turbulent, uncertain times. Whether interrogating the personalities of the Supreme Court, watching a child grow off into a distance, or tweaking poetry critics and hipsters alike, Zapruder maintains a deeply generous sense of humor alongside a rich vein of love and moral urgency. The poems in Father’s Day harbor a radical belief in the power of wonder and awe to sustain the human project while guiding it forward.
Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9781556595783 |
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Publisher: | Copper Canyon Press |
Publication date: | 09/03/2019 |
Pages: | 96 |
Sales rank: | 771,396 |
Product dimensions: | 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x (d) |
About the Author
Read an Excerpt
DECEMBER
At first we all
went down to the lake
to hold hands,
all the multicolored
signs said
with love
we will resist,
over my head
I lifted my son
so he could see
what people
look like
when they hear
the song Imagine,
a few weeks later
again people stood
at the water,
this time at night
holding flashlight
to say to fire
you came
without permission
and took our young
gentle soldiers
for art
so we will show
even with our old
technology
we can see
each other
without you,
others booed
the mayor which was
my friend said
understandable,
I don’t know
what is anymore,
everyone understands
in a different
contradictory way
the so far purely
abstract
catastrophe
so many millions
of choices
brought us,
not too far
from the water
I sat on the couch
below the sound
of blades
drinking amber
numbing fluid
my thoughts
chopping the air
feeling not
what is the word
to be a father
equipped,
mine never told me
where to hide
a brick of gold,
for a long time
I have known
no voices
will come at last
to tell us how
to stop pretending
we don’t know
if it is not
safe for some
it is not
for anyone.
TUNNEL PARK
eighty years ago
during those
famous dark times
when the government
paid men to build
bridges and dams
they carved this park
my son loves
out of a hill
the men needed
to keep working
to get paid
so they made
a long dangerous concrete
slide kids scream
down their parents
watching with
their hands
over their mouths
then dug
this unnecessary
cool aperture
full of obscure
shadows through
the hillside
to the garden
of famous roses
I don’t care about
and finally some
secret stairs
no matter how many
times we have found
always seem
like they were
forever waiting
only for us
my son and I
went upward
his red shirt
kept disappearing
into the shadows
I became tired
from pointless worry
so we sat on
one stone step
and shared
some blue water
through the leaves
we could see
a giant crumbling
pastel house
it once was grand
its dark windows
still look down
on everything
it was so quiet
I could hear
the message
everyone knows
worse times
are coming
who isn’t afraid
only the dead
we went further
the stairs never ended
we had to turn
back to our lives
knowing there is
mystery even
in the new world
Table of Contents
Poem For Doom 3
I Wake Up Before The Machine 6
December 8
My Life 11
I Met My Wife 15
Graduation Day 17
Today 19
Father's Day 21
When I Was Fifteen 23
Paul Ryan 26
Our Custody 29
Poem For Passengers 30
Poem For Vows 31
3:14 P.M. 33
Birds Of Texas 35
Into The Alpine Meadow I Send A Few Silent Dawn Apologies 37
Poem For Ann Hood 39
Poem For Noguchi 42
My Sabbatical 44
Poem For Coleridge 47
Behave Thyself 48
Unpacking My Books 50
Poem For Tomaz Šalamun 52
Stari Trg 54
Poem Written With Buson 59
Poem For Éluard 61
Poem On The Occasion Of A Weekly Staff Meeting 63
Summer Poem #3 65
What Is The Naturalist Saying? 66
The Privilege Of Poetry 68
Another Song 70
Reverse Truth Song 73
To The Bay Bridge 75
4th Of July 78
The Critic 79
Roseanne Barr 83
The Black Bird 84
The Poetry Reading 86
Generation X 91
Poem For Harm 95
Astrology 98
My Dog 100
The Pledge 101
A Love Song 103
Penultimate Poem 105
I Commit 106
Another Poem For Éluard 108
Poem For Sandra 111
Moving Day 114
Phantom 116
Poem For Merwin 118
Tunnel Park 121
Afterword: Late Humanism 125
Notes 131
Acknowledgments 133
About The Author 135