by Rachel Levitsky


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ISBN-13: 9781933254494
Publisher: Ugly Duckling Presse
Publication date: 07/14/2009
Pages: 96
Product dimensions: 5.90(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.40(d)

About the Author

Rachel Levitsky's first full length volume, UNDER THE SUN, was published by Futurepoem books in 2003. She is the author of five chapbooks of poetry, Dearly (a+bend, 1999), Dearly 356, Cartographies of Error (Leroy, 1999), The Adventures of Yaya and Grace (PotesPoets, 1999) and 2(1x1)Portraits (Baksun, 1998). Levitsky writes poetry plays, three of which (one with Camille Roy) have been performed in New York and San Francisco. Her work is published in magazines such as The Recluse, Sentence, FENCE, The Brooklyn Rail, Global City, THE HAT, Skanky Possum, Lungfull! and the anthologies, Boog City (vol. I & II), Bowery Women, and 19 Lines: A Drawing Center Writing Anthology. Recently her work was translated into Icelandic for the anthology 131.839 Slög Med Bilum by Eirikur Orn Nordahl. Online poetry and critical essays can be found on such sites as Narrativity, Duration Press, How2, and Web Conjunctions. She has taught poetry workshops at Woodland Pattern, Naropa University, Poets House, the Poetry Project and the Pratt Institute. She is the founder and co-director of Belladonna*, an event and publication series of feminist avant-garde poetics. Currently she serves as the CPW Fellow in Poetics & Poetic Practice at the University of Pennsylvania.

First Chapter




Copyright © 2009 Rachel Levitsky
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-933254-49-4

Chapter One

NEIGHBOR Neighbor is a long page about the neighbor why it is called "Confession" or if it's called "My Neighbor" or what, if anything, I am. I have ideas. At the time I type this I've been at it for one year the last six months completely in my head where there are many levels. The problem is whether they are connected or if they are levels at all. "A level" may connote a piece in a unified structure, or unity of disconnected parts firmly housed. By what? The State or me or if I am the State. I am a collection of desire precariously housed. And so there is Neighbor and then there is my neighbor. In the book called Is My Neighbor I am the object of the relationship I'm in to which I have distance. (between walls and / or levels). Distance is domain. I share it with the I of I that I am aware of. When I confess I make this distance. I nearly wrote detachment but it is not detachment. Detachment is the thing I create when I am not aware of the I I am aware of. Detachment is the thing I make when I love. Love is a more complicated thing when I am speaking of my neighbor who knows I've rejected him on numerous occasions to whom I've been lately inexplicably nice. Love is a complicated thing when I speak of my neighbor, crazy, though committed to the logic of life, currently of being a good mother. Why do I say then she is crazy when crazy is the name used for those who refuse.

But I love my neighbor I am sure I love the closeness / mediated distance we collaborate / corroborate I wrote distance not detachment we never attach / to begin. Already I am telling you about the neighbor who today asked where was I going? Sly look in his eye- Which naughtiness are you tonight. SACRIFICE It matters this disaster began with an idea. * * * I am thinking about the secular. * * * Yes, I sex my neighbor. (e.g., curiosity engaged / not now / slaughtering each other / not face to face) * * * When she enters my apartment she steals from me. I report her to the police. Neither the police nor I care much to catch Neither the police nor I want her to go to jail. * * * what we care about what we don't know what we don't know what we build between * * * muscular shoulder / lift in the window / lit / yellow * * * Our hours differ. * * * we want more from each other we can't stand to not have what the other one has we can't stand what the other one has we can't stand the * * * action of light of waking * * * We are scared we could reach through shaft, let touch the tips finger and flank instead sacrifice live things down thrown hard into alley prayer valley paper valley. He could be me so rapidly I sacrifice another. They are small. They are bugs. * * * It is too easy to write. NEIGHBOR Before I get distracted (I am easily distracted) I will try to speak explicitly on this project, for at this moment there is a need to write directly into political context. I am in the United States which calls itself America. United Statesians known as Americans, and Canadians, Canadians, Mexicans Mexicans. * * * I must write directly on this page. I want to say speak but I am writing as a United Statesian. As a writer, it's more appealing


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Table of Contents


PROLOGUE (CATASTROPHE, UTOPIA)....................9
I. MY NEIGHBOR, OR AGORA....................11
II. IMAGO....................37
IV. THE DESIRE OF THE WRITER....................69

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