Instructions, Abject & Fuming: Crab Orchard Series in Poetry
Autor Julianna Baggotten Limba Engleză Paperback – 10 ian 2017
In this inventive collection, Julianna Baggott invites readers to reconsider basic assumptions about language, faith, motherhood, and love. With a sharply honed voice featuring parentheticals that often comment on and sometimes undercut what has come before, these poems whirl through contemporary America, engaging with topics as diverse and timely as Russian mail-order brides, Internet bullying, and school shootings.
Alongside her cultural commentary, the speaker frankly confronts love and sex, as well as the beauty and brutality of having children. Still other poems reflect questions and considerations of faith: the speaker ponders St. Thomas in a pet store and imagines Jesus explaining to God how it feels to have a body.
Baggott’s use of obsolete Old English words subverts common language and creates new ways of interrogating the world around us. There is heartache on these pages, but Baggott also offers humor, such as a complaint about a lover’s eating habits or an extended discourse on a baby’s rattle. Baggott’s latest proves to be a rollicking book sui generis.
Alongside her cultural commentary, the speaker frankly confronts love and sex, as well as the beauty and brutality of having children. Still other poems reflect questions and considerations of faith: the speaker ponders St. Thomas in a pet store and imagines Jesus explaining to God how it feels to have a body.
Baggott’s use of obsolete Old English words subverts common language and creates new ways of interrogating the world around us. There is heartache on these pages, but Baggott also offers humor, such as a complaint about a lover’s eating habits or an extended discourse on a baby’s rattle. Baggott’s latest proves to be a rollicking book sui generis.
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ISBN-13: 9780809335732
ISBN-10: 0809335735
Pagini: 88
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 10 mm
Greutate: 0.16 kg
Ediția:1st Edition
Editura: Southern Illinois University Press
Colecția Southern Illinois University Press
Seria Crab Orchard Series in Poetry
ISBN-10: 0809335735
Pagini: 88
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 10 mm
Greutate: 0.16 kg
Ediția:1st Edition
Editura: Southern Illinois University Press
Colecția Southern Illinois University Press
Seria Crab Orchard Series in Poetry
Notă biografică
Julianna Baggott is the author of over twenty books, three of which are collections of poetry—This Country of Mothers, Compulsions of Silkworms and Bees, and Lizzie Borden in Love. Her poems have appeared in Best American Poetry, Poetry, Agni, and the Southern Review, and been read on NPR’s Talk of the Nation. She teaches in the Florida State University College of Motion Picture Arts and holds the Jenks Chair of Contemporary American Letters at the College of the Holy Cross.
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YOUR WORLD IS HARDER THAN MINE: INSTRUCTIONS FOR CHILDREN HEADING OFF TO SCHOOL
If your dream comes to life
and the houses
on our street lift themselves up
and walk off
on their leggy stilts and find different
roosts
before you come home from school
I will meet you at
the spot in case of fire
under the dying pine-whose roots are not legs.
But promise me:
if the gunning madman
appears in the schoolyard and your teachers
shout the warning
Shark's in the tank! Shark's in
the tank!
pick up your dreamy head and run
on your stilty legs
to the herd's heart.
Only I will tell you how to survive:
let the other children take the first shots.
I will find you
under the pile of bodies-alive.
THE SONETTO OF ACCIDENTAL INVENTIONS
Each poem starts as a hunt for something else
like a replacement for rubber in WWII-
the birth of Silly Putty, a.k.a. Dow Corning's
3179 Dilatant Compound-not dilettante-
though also known for its shear thickening
like dilettantes' skulls. Poems can pick up
an image-cartoonishly-and distort,
blot dirt, shore up a table leg, secure
tools in zero gravity? This poem contains
Elmer's Glue and boric acid. Its lines
ENVY THE ATHEIST IN SONETTO
His typical blessings: the luxury
of disdain-reason-candid bemusement.
Envy the atheist his benign shrug
his Sunday mornings-his soul unsoiled-
his soulless soul-its airy high ceilings-
his soul imagines not imagining-
not even soul as bowl of warm porridge,
not even soul as carpet discount warehouse,
as petri dish, as lifetime warranty
or root, snow, plague, prune, atrophied muscle,
not even soul as plastic bag shining
with the bloat of water and the glint of
pet-store goldfish-the thrum of its fins-thin
and rounded, blur, spinning madly within.
imply cross-links between polymer chains-
removable with rubbing alcohol, cod liver oil
or my young mother, knelt before our thuggish
atomic gods, snipping the roots of a shag rug.
BURIAL INSTRUCTIONS-ABJECT & FUMING
Bury me beneath the garden wickets
bordered by the flower-maws, their fierce caws
to be fed. I am nearly dead, too leached
to be a feast for bedbugs, now skittering
to my larded lover's back. Bleach our bloodsplotched
sheets, fumigate the sun-stripped room.
To be true, there is no velvet echo
among slick lungs and palpitatious heart
held steadfast only by muscled rigging.
Our love is locked in a wintry hive,
intricately iced, like a cake dolled
with glazed pecans, rippled as cleav'd brains,
lonesome as excised nipples reattached
postmastectomy. No casket. Stitch me
into gauze like a silken cocoon. Tell
the biddies to snip-snip their fine mole hairs,
cling damp-and-dear to my ignorant boar,
his beloved tusks still bright though brittle.
THE PRACTICE OF BEING A LAMB
I like this: eyes on the sides of my head.
I don't mind: thin knees that buckle and pop
when hooves sink into mud. (A word on hooves:
not unlike my grand fuzzy platform shoes.)
I adore oily wool, its stubborn warmth.
I don't want to be shorn pink, raw, nicked.
But the neck bell-I'd like to see it go-
too erratic in my veined, twisting ears.
When the shepherd calls: see me, here, fixed
in the dumb field. My tufted knees now lock.
Hear me resisting-mouth-wide, tongue-charged-
electric tongue, detonating-rigid
and purpled-my hooves hooking dirt and weeds.
Tell me: why all of this heated bleating?
If your dream comes to life
and the houses
on our street lift themselves up
and walk off
on their leggy stilts and find different
roosts
before you come home from school
I will meet you at
the spot in case of fire
under the dying pine-whose roots are not legs.
But promise me:
if the gunning madman
appears in the schoolyard and your teachers
shout the warning
Shark's in the tank! Shark's in
the tank!
pick up your dreamy head and run
on your stilty legs
to the herd's heart.
Only I will tell you how to survive:
let the other children take the first shots.
I will find you
under the pile of bodies-alive.
THE SONETTO OF ACCIDENTAL INVENTIONS
Each poem starts as a hunt for something else
like a replacement for rubber in WWII-
the birth of Silly Putty, a.k.a. Dow Corning's
3179 Dilatant Compound-not dilettante-
though also known for its shear thickening
like dilettantes' skulls. Poems can pick up
an image-cartoonishly-and distort,
blot dirt, shore up a table leg, secure
tools in zero gravity? This poem contains
Elmer's Glue and boric acid. Its lines
ENVY THE ATHEIST IN SONETTO
His typical blessings: the luxury
of disdain-reason-candid bemusement.
Envy the atheist his benign shrug
his Sunday mornings-his soul unsoiled-
his soulless soul-its airy high ceilings-
his soul imagines not imagining-
not even soul as bowl of warm porridge,
not even soul as carpet discount warehouse,
as petri dish, as lifetime warranty
or root, snow, plague, prune, atrophied muscle,
not even soul as plastic bag shining
with the bloat of water and the glint of
pet-store goldfish-the thrum of its fins-thin
and rounded, blur, spinning madly within.
imply cross-links between polymer chains-
removable with rubbing alcohol, cod liver oil
or my young mother, knelt before our thuggish
atomic gods, snipping the roots of a shag rug.
BURIAL INSTRUCTIONS-ABJECT & FUMING
Bury me beneath the garden wickets
bordered by the flower-maws, their fierce caws
to be fed. I am nearly dead, too leached
to be a feast for bedbugs, now skittering
to my larded lover's back. Bleach our bloodsplotched
sheets, fumigate the sun-stripped room.
To be true, there is no velvet echo
among slick lungs and palpitatious heart
held steadfast only by muscled rigging.
Our love is locked in a wintry hive,
intricately iced, like a cake dolled
with glazed pecans, rippled as cleav'd brains,
lonesome as excised nipples reattached
postmastectomy. No casket. Stitch me
into gauze like a silken cocoon. Tell
the biddies to snip-snip their fine mole hairs,
cling damp-and-dear to my ignorant boar,
his beloved tusks still bright though brittle.
THE PRACTICE OF BEING A LAMB
I like this: eyes on the sides of my head.
I don't mind: thin knees that buckle and pop
when hooves sink into mud. (A word on hooves:
not unlike my grand fuzzy platform shoes.)
I adore oily wool, its stubborn warmth.
I don't want to be shorn pink, raw, nicked.
But the neck bell-I'd like to see it go-
too erratic in my veined, twisting ears.
When the shepherd calls: see me, here, fixed
in the dumb field. My tufted knees now lock.
Hear me resisting-mouth-wide, tongue-charged-
electric tongue, detonating-rigid
and purpled-my hooves hooking dirt and weeds.
Tell me: why all of this heated bleating?
Cuprins
v
Contents
*
Your World Is Harder than Mine: Instructions for Children Heading
Off to School 3
Instructions for Our Children, Living among Internet Enemies 4
Today—Bored, Puckered, Lonesome—I Would Like to Order a
Russian Internet Bride: A Trisonetto 5
The Sonetto of Accidental Inventions 7
This Deathy World 8
Poem to Your Wound 9
A Double Sonetto for Pyloric Stenosis 11
Claustrophobia: The Closet’s Perspective 13
Agoraphobia: The Great Outdoors’ Perspective 14
Taxidermy: A Translucent Love Poem 15
Lice: A Mother-Daughter Love Poem 17
A Fibrous Asbestos Sonetto 18
Today, I Turn to Stretch Armstrong for Comfort 19
Sermon on the Mount Today at My Failing Kmart:
A Broken Sonetto 21
After Having Sex on Palm Sunday, Some Clarity 22
My Enemy, Unloved, Has Only Struck One of My Cheeks:
An Interrupted Sonetto 23
I Consider Doubting Thomas at Pet Kare in a Sonetto and
a Half 24
Envy the Atheist in Sonetto 25
I Am Not in the Wilderness but at Home, Weak and Thankless in
Double Sonetto 26
*
To My Lover, concerning the Yird-Swine 31
Today, Worn and Broke’t, I Make Demands of My Lover 32
vi
For Furious Nursing Baby 33
Burial Instructions—Abject & Fuming 34
Concerning My Lover, the Ogerhunch 35
To My Lover, concerning the Shaking of the Bladder Rattle at the
Maid’s Baby 36
To the Rumor-Monger amongst Us 37
Happy Little Death Threats 38
To My Lover, Phrenology Hobbyist 39
To My Lover, about His Bouffage Eating of Meats 40
To My Lover, about His Derelict Neglect of the Gate-Lock 41
To My Lover, concerning a Cure for Barn Swallow Mites 42
To My Lover, My ’Klept 43
To My Lover, His Hair Thick with Bear Grease 44
For My Lover, upon My Impending Death 46
*
The Practice of Being a Lamb 49
Jesus Wants to Explain the Body to His Father 50
Jesus Explain[s] His Father 52
Mary Magdalene and the Lost Body 54
Of Poor Spirit 55
In Rooms with Baby 56
Aquarium: Love Poem #1 57
Aquarium: Love Poem #2 58
Today, There Is No Time, Only Squalling Squalor 59
Don’t Take Up with the Married Man 60
If You Do Not Eat Enough Omega-3 while Pregnant, the Baby Will
Steal It from Your Brain 61
I Prefer the Earlier You—Dear Reader 62
On the Masochistic Need for Criticism 63
For the Blind Botanist’s Wife 64
vii
Today, You Leave Me to Go to the Store, but I’m Sure You Won’t
Come Back 65
Today—Hauling a Family on My Back—I Think of Fitzgerald’s
Exquisite Crack-Up: A Resistant Sonetto 67
Interviewers Ask How I Do It 70
As Men Relinquish Their Manliness 71
America—Let Me Be Your Gravedigger: A Disfigured Sonetto 72
When the Girl Becomes the Bear 73
Acknowledgments 75
Contents
*
Your World Is Harder than Mine: Instructions for Children Heading
Off to School 3
Instructions for Our Children, Living among Internet Enemies 4
Today—Bored, Puckered, Lonesome—I Would Like to Order a
Russian Internet Bride: A Trisonetto 5
The Sonetto of Accidental Inventions 7
This Deathy World 8
Poem to Your Wound 9
A Double Sonetto for Pyloric Stenosis 11
Claustrophobia: The Closet’s Perspective 13
Agoraphobia: The Great Outdoors’ Perspective 14
Taxidermy: A Translucent Love Poem 15
Lice: A Mother-Daughter Love Poem 17
A Fibrous Asbestos Sonetto 18
Today, I Turn to Stretch Armstrong for Comfort 19
Sermon on the Mount Today at My Failing Kmart:
A Broken Sonetto 21
After Having Sex on Palm Sunday, Some Clarity 22
My Enemy, Unloved, Has Only Struck One of My Cheeks:
An Interrupted Sonetto 23
I Consider Doubting Thomas at Pet Kare in a Sonetto and
a Half 24
Envy the Atheist in Sonetto 25
I Am Not in the Wilderness but at Home, Weak and Thankless in
Double Sonetto 26
*
To My Lover, concerning the Yird-Swine 31
Today, Worn and Broke’t, I Make Demands of My Lover 32
vi
For Furious Nursing Baby 33
Burial Instructions—Abject & Fuming 34
Concerning My Lover, the Ogerhunch 35
To My Lover, concerning the Shaking of the Bladder Rattle at the
Maid’s Baby 36
To the Rumor-Monger amongst Us 37
Happy Little Death Threats 38
To My Lover, Phrenology Hobbyist 39
To My Lover, about His Bouffage Eating of Meats 40
To My Lover, about His Derelict Neglect of the Gate-Lock 41
To My Lover, concerning a Cure for Barn Swallow Mites 42
To My Lover, My ’Klept 43
To My Lover, His Hair Thick with Bear Grease 44
For My Lover, upon My Impending Death 46
*
The Practice of Being a Lamb 49
Jesus Wants to Explain the Body to His Father 50
Jesus Explain[s] His Father 52
Mary Magdalene and the Lost Body 54
Of Poor Spirit 55
In Rooms with Baby 56
Aquarium: Love Poem #1 57
Aquarium: Love Poem #2 58
Today, There Is No Time, Only Squalling Squalor 59
Don’t Take Up with the Married Man 60
If You Do Not Eat Enough Omega-3 while Pregnant, the Baby Will
Steal It from Your Brain 61
I Prefer the Earlier You—Dear Reader 62
On the Masochistic Need for Criticism 63
For the Blind Botanist’s Wife 64
vii
Today, You Leave Me to Go to the Store, but I’m Sure You Won’t
Come Back 65
Today—Hauling a Family on My Back—I Think of Fitzgerald’s
Exquisite Crack-Up: A Resistant Sonetto 67
Interviewers Ask How I Do It 70
As Men Relinquish Their Manliness 71
America—Let Me Be Your Gravedigger: A Disfigured Sonetto 72
When the Girl Becomes the Bear 73
Acknowledgments 75
Recenzii
“Julianna Baggott has always been a poet of inventiveness and sly self-appraisal, and these qualities are abundantly evident in her new collection, which is her best thus far. One almost has to go back to the Metaphysical and Cavalier poets to experience her sassy admixture of erotic and spiritual ardor, and her crackling formal dexterity—a skill that is never merely dutiful, never willing to settle for the easy tour de force. During an era of lukewarm and tepid poetry, Baggott offers poems that sizzle—and sear.”—David Wojahn, author of World Tree
“For years, I’ve looked to Julianna Baggott’s writing as a map to help navigate the crisscrossed highways of the human heart. But in this deliciously weird and extraordinary collection of poems, Baggott outdoes her distinguished self—creating a world where ‘the crawfish could outgrow the glass jars’ and where ‘an arm alone dies then tingles back.’ How I loved returning again and again to these wise poems, which underscore the electric and buoyant bodies that, on our best days, we all try to inhabit."—Aimee Nezhukumatathil, author of Lucky Fish
“For years, I’ve looked to Julianna Baggott’s writing as a map to help navigate the crisscrossed highways of the human heart. But in this deliciously weird and extraordinary collection of poems, Baggott outdoes her distinguished self—creating a world where ‘the crawfish could outgrow the glass jars’ and where ‘an arm alone dies then tingles back.’ How I loved returning again and again to these wise poems, which underscore the electric and buoyant bodies that, on our best days, we all try to inhabit."—Aimee Nezhukumatathil, author of Lucky Fish
Descriere
In this inventive collection, Julianna Baggott invites readers to reconsider basic assumptions about language, faith, motherhood, and love. With a sharply honed voice, these poems whirl through contemporary America, engaging with topics as diverse and timely as Russian mail-order brides, Internet bullying, and school shootings.