Limousine, Midnight Blue
Autor Jamey Hechten Limba Engleză Paperback – 14 feb 2009
This sequence of fifty 14-line poems uses the Zapruder Film of President Kennedy's murder as a prism through which to view America and the world. Refracted rays touch on crime and punishment; guilt and responsibility; charisma and love; the dying victim's experience during the stretched-out seconds of his violation and death; and the dark world of war profiteering, narco-traffic, and deceit where the facts of power determine history. Epic tradition (e.g., Homer, Dante, Milton) shares these pages with science, religion, and popular culture, now funny and now horrifying. Limousine, Midnight Blue is a haunted book about a haunted film of an event whose hungry ghosts still walk the American unconscious, rattling their chains louder every year.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781597091282
ISBN-10: 1597091286
Pagini: 80
Dimensiuni: 152 x 203 x 8 mm
Greutate: 0.11 kg
Ediția:1
Editura: Red Hen Press
Colecția Red Hen Press
ISBN-10: 1597091286
Pagini: 80
Dimensiuni: 152 x 203 x 8 mm
Greutate: 0.11 kg
Ediția:1
Editura: Red Hen Press
Colecția Red Hen Press
Recenzii
Ovid himself might have taken notice of this volume. It's one thing to turn a woman into a tree, another more advanced thing to transform fifty frames of the Zapruder film into as many sonnets. LIMOUSINE, MIDNIGHT BLUE is a radical display of poetry's ability to freeze time, to catch fugitive--and here, disputed--moments in the
amber of form.
---Billy Collins
amber of form.
---Billy Collins
Notă biografică
Jamey Hecht was born in 1968, between the murders of Dr. King and RFK. He’s the author of Plato’s Symposium: Eros and the Human Predicament (Twayne, 1999) and a translation, Sophocles’ Three Theban Plays: Antigone, Oedipus the Tyrant, Oedipus at Colonus (Wordsworth Classics of World Literature, 2004). He has edited the books Crossing the Rubicon: The Decline of the American Empire at the End of the Age of Oil by Michael C. Ruppert, and Someone Would Have Talked: The Assassination of President John F. Kennedy and the Conspiracy to Mislead History by Larry Hancock. Jamey Hecht has covered Peak Oil and geopolitics at www.fromthewilderness.com, and has taught world literature at various universities. His PhD is from Brandeis, where he wrote on Hart Crane and Dylan Thomas. Hecht’s poetry and prose have been published in a variety of scholarly journals and literary magazines. www.jameyhecht.com
Cuprins
Table Of Contents
Acknowledgements iii
Note to the Reader v
Glossary vi
Z-150: Here comes authority, waving to the many 1
Z-151: Sure, it’s pretty much the same, but now 2
Z-152: At this point, Oswald opens wide his mouth and lunges 3
Z-153: At eighteen frames per second, now we’re a half a second 4
Z-154: So far, so good. This being a Lincoln 5
Z-155: Steady as she goes. This is about three feet forward 6
Z-156: Aristotle taught Athens and the world about 7
Z-157: The frames are a deck of cards, or they are stars 8
Z-158: I know something you don’t know 9
Z-159: Now we’re getting somewhere. Life’s a fence-mending 10
Z-160: Parallel universe, my ass. Everybody knows 11
Z-161: Sometime between A.D. 161 and 303, Saint Cecilia 12
Z-162: Gentlemen, man your lenses 13
Z-163: How about the triple underpass as the cervix of the world 14
Z-164: This is a race between the sound of my voice 15
Z-165: By now it should be clear to you, the film 16
Z-166: Richard Helms, James Jesus Angleton 17
Z-167: You were warned and went down anyway and now 18
Z-168: What walks on four legs in the morning 19
Z-169: Tell me, Muse, of that man of many turns 20
Z-170: If you’re so smart, John Kennedy, what’s gravity? 21
Z-171: Come as you are. At the Resurrection, you won’t need 22
Z-172: II Samuel 11:24: And the shooters shot from off the wall 23
Z-173: Let’s say I am going to a banquet, and I plan 24
Z-174: Let’s camp here for the night. Under the elms 25
Z-175: Hand, wave your last. This is my final smile 26
Z-176: In the race I run with my adrenal glands, I win 27
Z-177: If you see the Buddha on the road, well, you know 28
Z-178: Whatever it was, it’s over now 29
Z-179: Suppose you’re in a spaceship and you go outside 30
Z-180: Though Nietzsche doesn’t die till 1900 31
Z-181: This is my reluctance to decide, coiling around 32
Z-182: Someday, when this same thing happens to you 33
Z-183: In a democracy, everyone is the President. 34
Z-184: When you’re five and you have to go to bed 35
Z-185: After my hundred-eighty-fifth millennium 36
Z-186: Now why would anybody want to kill little ole me? 37
Z-187: Homer doesn’t mention it was raining when Apollo 38
Z-188: Death when it comes will have the sun’s light fingers 39
Z-189: King Arthur and his chambermaid that stained 40
Z-190: Another photo soon, where like a patient scrutinized 41
Z-191: Blur. The frame is frozen solid, hanging somewhere 42.
Z-192: Imagine me riding skeletal down Main Street on a bicycle 43
Z-193: Just about now, the fellow on the underpass 44
Z-194: Throat, back, back of the head, front of the head 45
Z-195: Listen to the poet, reader so dear to me 46
Z-196: Another blurry one. Old man Zapruder had his hand 47
Z-197: What comes through me now? These seeds of hell 48
Z-198: Welcome, master of inevitable closure come to kill me. 49
Z-221 / Z-313: There is no picture of the shooter at the picket fence. 50
Acknowledgements iii
Note to the Reader v
Glossary vi
Z-150: Here comes authority, waving to the many 1
Z-151: Sure, it’s pretty much the same, but now 2
Z-152: At this point, Oswald opens wide his mouth and lunges 3
Z-153: At eighteen frames per second, now we’re a half a second 4
Z-154: So far, so good. This being a Lincoln 5
Z-155: Steady as she goes. This is about three feet forward 6
Z-156: Aristotle taught Athens and the world about 7
Z-157: The frames are a deck of cards, or they are stars 8
Z-158: I know something you don’t know 9
Z-159: Now we’re getting somewhere. Life’s a fence-mending 10
Z-160: Parallel universe, my ass. Everybody knows 11
Z-161: Sometime between A.D. 161 and 303, Saint Cecilia 12
Z-162: Gentlemen, man your lenses 13
Z-163: How about the triple underpass as the cervix of the world 14
Z-164: This is a race between the sound of my voice 15
Z-165: By now it should be clear to you, the film 16
Z-166: Richard Helms, James Jesus Angleton 17
Z-167: You were warned and went down anyway and now 18
Z-168: What walks on four legs in the morning 19
Z-169: Tell me, Muse, of that man of many turns 20
Z-170: If you’re so smart, John Kennedy, what’s gravity? 21
Z-171: Come as you are. At the Resurrection, you won’t need 22
Z-172: II Samuel 11:24: And the shooters shot from off the wall 23
Z-173: Let’s say I am going to a banquet, and I plan 24
Z-174: Let’s camp here for the night. Under the elms 25
Z-175: Hand, wave your last. This is my final smile 26
Z-176: In the race I run with my adrenal glands, I win 27
Z-177: If you see the Buddha on the road, well, you know 28
Z-178: Whatever it was, it’s over now 29
Z-179: Suppose you’re in a spaceship and you go outside 30
Z-180: Though Nietzsche doesn’t die till 1900 31
Z-181: This is my reluctance to decide, coiling around 32
Z-182: Someday, when this same thing happens to you 33
Z-183: In a democracy, everyone is the President. 34
Z-184: When you’re five and you have to go to bed 35
Z-185: After my hundred-eighty-fifth millennium 36
Z-186: Now why would anybody want to kill little ole me? 37
Z-187: Homer doesn’t mention it was raining when Apollo 38
Z-188: Death when it comes will have the sun’s light fingers 39
Z-189: King Arthur and his chambermaid that stained 40
Z-190: Another photo soon, where like a patient scrutinized 41
Z-191: Blur. The frame is frozen solid, hanging somewhere 42.
Z-192: Imagine me riding skeletal down Main Street on a bicycle 43
Z-193: Just about now, the fellow on the underpass 44
Z-194: Throat, back, back of the head, front of the head 45
Z-195: Listen to the poet, reader so dear to me 46
Z-196: Another blurry one. Old man Zapruder had his hand 47
Z-197: What comes through me now? These seeds of hell 48
Z-198: Welcome, master of inevitable closure come to kill me. 49
Z-221 / Z-313: There is no picture of the shooter at the picket fence. 50