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Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9781946448484 |
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Publisher: | Sarabande Books |
Publication date: | 01/14/2020 |
Series: | Kathryn A. Morton Prize in Poetry Series |
Pages: | 96 |
Sales rank: | 798,811 |
Product dimensions: | 5.40(w) x 8.30(h) x 0.40(d) |
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HOW THAT BIRD SINGS
[Ten discrete lines: four repeated]
How do you doubt your bird was untrue? Think
“Few sadder histories have been than his.”
Wake late: take the boulevard soaked in sleep
Then delete his browsing history. Claim
That’s just how that bird sings, just how that bird
Has his way with me where his throat begins.
Wake late: take the boulevard soaked in sleep
Where the wide turn of hair thins at his thigh
Or perk your ears at the erased tape’s hiss.
Make an inkling an ambience: decide
“Few sadder histories have been than his.”
How do you doubt your bird was untrue? Think
Where the wide turn of hair thins at his thigh
How the trivial fucks with the divine
LIVES OF INFAMOUS MEN
History misses pansies
Gertrude Stein
Who is a history. He is a surface the eye skims. He is not the light’s
scrim. He is who is. He comes in threes.
Who is a history. He misses the taste of metal. He misses the sheen
of gasoline. He misses a gaped mouth and misses a gasp missing
still. He unfastens history’s clasp. He will not scream.
Who is a history. He will not scram. He who finds pleasure in the
ledger, who anoints a fidget king, who escapes a scrape at history’s
edge: he.
Who is a history. Who imagines he is a history. Who is and who
in imagining is. Who in a pinch. Who from scratch. Whose violet
thought, freaked with jet, set adrift on history’s inch.
FEMMES
I was with a girl, but I felt like I was with a boy
Violent Femmes
I was with a girl but felt like I was with a boy.
I was with a grievance but felt like I was with a blessing.
I was with a going but felt like I was with a beckoning.
I was with a grisaille but felt like I was with a blur.
I was with a grave but felt like I was with a birth.
I was with a god but felt like I was with a beast.
I was with a Genet but felt like I was with a Bataille.
I was with a grotesque but felt like I was with a beauty.
I was with a ghost but felt like I was with a body.
Table of Contents
Foreword Ocean Vuong vii
Idiorrhythmy 1
How That Bird Sings 5
Andy Warhol 7
Other Weathers 9
Trick 10
Some Faggy Gestures 12
Poem Beginning and Ending with a Line by Morrissey 15
Gerhard Richter 16
Lives of Infamous Men 18
Blue 19
Knock Knock 21
Femmes 22
White Halls 23
Little Thought Experiment 25
Memory and Forgetting Are Equally Arrogant 26
Theory of the Lyric 27
Soon-to-Be Innocent Fun / Let's See 28
Where Your Body Is Is a Very Precious Place 29
Black Jacket 30
Silver Springs 35
How to Live Together 61
I Am Odious (As It Turns Out). I Am Monstrous Glad 63
Brighton Rock 65
Punctum 66
Found Photograph 67
George Dyer 68
Patroclus in the Armor of Achilles 70
The Homosexual Tradition in American Poetry 72
Little Spell against Future Woe 73
Now at Your Lips 75
Every Kind of Love or At Least My Kind of Love Must Be an Imaginary Love to Start With 76
Alice B. Toklas 77
Caught in a Trap but Can't Back Out Because I Love You Too Much Baby 79
Goodbye Party 80
Your Fade-Out Is a Tiny Philosophy but No Less True for That 82
The Noise of Time Is Not Sad 83
Illegible Cloud 85
Nights 86
Your New Feeling Is the Artifact of a Bygone Era 91
Annotations 93
Acknowledgments 99