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the catacombs
what was I to make of the fact that last August, as I finished reading
Brown reading Nodey and imagining Paris, I turned on my television only
to get the first reports that Lady Di had been in an automobile accident in
a Paris tunnel? Surely nothing more than coincidence rules the reading of
Blue
Mountains, it may be because she is very much a ciry poet, not a countsT
one; she prefers the city's grubbiness to what she terms 'nature's/
barbarism" ("k Ultimo"). Among the Moderns, then, she sides more
with Mina Loy, the last years of whose life were spent among the poor in
New York City, than with the organizing manias of Pound, Williams and
Cornell. So, in "Not Myrna, Minai she writes:
in dream you mumble
Mina,
modernism's a wasm
Ezra' s cantankerous scrapbooks
my true
environment
is a dust bin
still beside/ the sea which has/ no influence// the worst,/ in this
instance,/ is merely a congestion/ of pleasure-parachutists/ falling
through/ that colourful sky/ over a contaminated tide." And, in
"Prospectsi she considers her ambitions in the light of R. Mutt, namely
the signature found on the famous urinal of Marcel Duchamps. These,
and other, examples reveal a poet who opposes the statement she
includes in "Twitching": "Art is mostly/ showing offl the cleverest/
decoration." Brown's poetry is decorative only in the sense that it
catalogues the images that make up the poet's world; to call it antidecorative, at least in an aesthetic sense, might be more appropriate.
Some readers may find fault with the fact that Brown's urban landscapes
are more interior than actual, but I do not number myself among them.
This is not to say there are no politics in Brown's work. As an
American
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in sydney
armchair agitators
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french ignoring
american revelations
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The passage further explores the historical backdrop of world War II,
which inspired good feeling between citizens of the island and American
soldiers, especially black Americans (and here what is sometimes termed
the "postcolonial" experience of blacks in America becomes evident).
The irony of historical good feeling as a backdrop for recent secret
nuclear testing is further embittered by descriptions of "the sea/ in which
poodles swim/ with madames who don't/ but float with kickboards/
flippers goggles bathing caps/ like children" and of the lushness of the
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