Money Shot

Money Shot

by Rae Armantrout
Money Shot

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Money Shot by Rae Armantrout

The poems in Money Shot are forensic. Just as the money shot in porn is proof of the male orgasm, these poems explore questions of revelation and concealment. What is seen, what is hidden, and how do we know? Money Shot’s investigation of these questions takes on a particular urgency because it occurs in the context of the suddenly revealed market manipulation and subsequent “great recession” of 2008–2009. In these poems, Rae Armantrout searches for new ways to organize information. What can be made manifest? What constitutes proof? Do we “know it when we see it”? Looking at sex, botany, cosmology, and death through the dark lens of “disaster capitalism,” Armantrout finds evidence of betrayal, grounds for rebellion, moments of possibility, and even pleasure, in a time of sudden scarcity and relentless greed. This stunning follow-up to Versed—winner of the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Critics Circle Award, and a finalist for the National Book Award—is a wonderfully stringent exploration of how deeply our experience of everyday life is embedded in capitalism.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780819573148
Publisher: Wesleyan University Press
Publication date: 07/16/2012
Series: Wesleyan Poetry Series
Edition description: New Edition
Pages: 92
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.60(h) x 0.30(d)

About the Author

RAE ARMANTROUT is a professor of writing in the literature department at the University of California at San Diego, and the author of ten books of poetry.

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Money Shot


By Rae Armantrout

Wesleyan University Press

Copyright © 2011 Rae Armantrout
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-8195-7130-4



CHAPTER 1

    Staging


    1
    Everything will be made new.


    The precision coupling
    and uncoupling,

    the studied
    blocking
    and folding

    have already begun.


    2
    Stillness of gauzy curtains

    and the sound
    of distant vacuums.


    Prolonged sigh
    of traffic

    and the downward
    curve of fronds.


    The spray
    of all possible paths.

    Define possible.


    Colony


    As if
    the space around
    each particle were filled
    with countless
    virtual particles.

    * * *

    And the Lord said,

    "I am aware
    of weighing options,

    of dither,

    but the moment of decision
    has always remained obscure."

    * * *

    Which one of these
    do you most closely resemble?

    Green stucco bungalow,

    four brown gargoyles
    on its flat roof.

    Beehive Diva;

    Rehab Idol.

    * * *

    Semi-transparent,

    each

    stinging jelly
    is a colony.


    The Given


    Given potassium enough
    and time,

    the bougainvillea explodes

    into pink
    papier-mâché boxes.

    * * *

    Availability bias.

    * * *

    "The risk
    of a bubble bursting

    should be reflected
    in the price ..."


    Money Shot


    1
    IndyMac:

    Able to exploit pre-
    existing.

    Tain.

    Per. In. Con.
    Cyst.


    2
    I'm on a crowded ship
    and I've been served the wrong breakfast.

    This small mound
    of soggy dough
    is not what I ordered.

    "Why don't you just say
    what you mean?"

    Why don't I?


    Across


    1
    Wood
    under an oval lake
    of glass

    across which
    this morning
    parallel wakes
    appear,

    gleaming bits
    of skin, akin
    to happiness?


    2
    Of course, "across"
    is metaphorical.

    But light is violent and weightless.

    Light is the wail of atoms
    pressed to touch.

    It is reluctance

    raised
    to absolute velocity


    The Agent


    The time travel paradox:
    each passing thought
    is the thinker.

    Security cameras
    record each moment, but
    nobody can bear to watch.

    We are now convinced
    that the past is populated
    by automatons.

    The time-traveler
    is the one free agent.

    When the present
    goes on record,

    she is thinking,
    "This feels wrong!"


    Prayers


    1
    We pray
    and the resurrection happens.

    Here are the young
    again,

    sniping and giggling,

    tingly
    as ringing phones.


    2
    All we ask
    is that our thinking

    sustain momentum,
    identify targets.

    The pressure
    in my lower back
    rising to be recognized
    as pain.

    The blue triangles
    on the rug
    repeating.

    Coming up,
    a discussion
    on the uses
    of torture.

    The fear
    that all this
    will end.

    The fear
    that it won't.


    Sustained


    1
    To come to
    in the middle

    of a vibrato —
    an "is" —

    that some soprano's

    struggling
    to sustain.


    2
    To be awake
    is to discriminate

    among birdcalls,
    fruits, seeds,

    "to work one's way,"
    as they say,

    "through."


    3
    Just now
    breaking

    into awareness,
    falling forward,

    hurtling inland
    in all innocence


    Working Models


    A diversity noir
    hit in which

    a shape-shifter
    and a vampire

    run rival
    drinking establishments.

    * * *

    Demons
    handle routine tasks

    once we're in the zone,

    tagged
    and released

    into the workforce.

    * * *

    Chicks are forced to find food

    grains
    scattered among pebbles

    while monitoring

    for the appearance
    of a model predator.

    * * *

    Apes can mind-read.
    Studies show

    what makes us human
    is our tendency to point.


    The Air


    1
    Our first gods
    were cartoon characters —

    quirks and quarks
    each dead
    wrong,
    and immortal.


    2
    Silence is death
    and
    silence is dead-air.

    Give a meme
    a hair-do.

    Give it a split-screen.

    Make it ask itself
    the wrong question.

    Make it eat questions
    and grow long.


    Service Record


    If narrative
    is a police report,
    a woman tells her companion,
    "I had woke up
    at 11:03."

    * * *

    A mourning dove walks along a low wall
    with odd propriety, then flutters
    to the roots of a tree nearby
    where she picks up and drops
    small sticks. Her chest is dusky
    rose, her feet magenta.
    There are intense
    black circles
    on her gray wings.

    * * *

    As if any stranger
    or strange thing
    might serve.

    * * *

    The only person on the street
    wears brown slacks and a polo shirt.
    As he walks, he slashes downward,
    now and then,
    with what might
    almost
    be a quirt.


    Deviled


    My dreams are cruel
    children. They taunt me.

    I dream I'm telling a story
    the punch line of which
    will involve deviled eggs.
    I'm saying
    some idiot
    asked me where they originated.
    I found that funny
    or unfair.
    Launched into this anecdote,
    this dream, this poem,
    I'm already worried. Now I see
    the pair I'm addressing
    have put their heads together,
    hatching something,
    over the crosswords.


    Measure


    Mary removed it,
    carefully,

    from the brain case
    and placed it

    on the metal stand.

    * * *

    I join myself
    to it, this

    measured,
    disinterested voice,

    speaking as if
    in retrospect,

    as if
    to another person.

    * * *

    I am not alone in this
    sentence.

    A bee has landed,
    carefully,

    on a purple tip
    of lavender,

    pitching in wind.


    Homer


    If the good is momentum,
    smooth passage,
    putting all this
    behind you,

    evil is the whirlpool,
    the amplified local.


    If good is the all-enduring
    intention
    that carries you
    to the future,

    evil is the present's
    animal magnetism.


    Wily one,
    you disguise yourself
    here

    to appear
    elsewhere
    in your own person.


    "If only he would come again
    as he once was,"
    they say.


    Fuel


    1
    The sun on my back
    like your hand

    at night,
    in bed,

    and then again,

    your hand
    on my back at night

    like the sun
    has burned through

    two-thirds of its fuel.


    2
    That you adorn the fallen.

    That your heads
    and shafts
    are smooth,

    cool,
    a spongy marble.

    That you are stock-still
    and spontaneous at once.

    That you are one

    (as we always thought
    we knew).


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Staging
Colony
The Given
Money Shot
Across
The Agent
Prayers
Sustained
Working Models
The Air
Service Record
Deviled
Measure
Homer
Fuel
The Gift
Dream Life
Spin
Bubble Wrap
Recording
Answer
Day
Eyes
Ground
Autobiography: Urn Burial
Second Person
Number
Warble
Division
Soft Money
Human
Garden
Advent
Chain Chain Chain
Following
Spooks
With
Outage
Border Perfection
Duration
Cancellation
Procedures
The Vesicle
Errands
Midnight
Paragraph
The Hang
Vest
Exact
The Deal
Concerning
Objection
Ends Meet
Over
Sway
Along
Hopscotch
This Is
Money Talks
Long Green
Win
Real Article

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