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Conversion
When I remember church, I see broken glass,
Shards shaming Josephs coat,
Rainbowed, tingling, hummed with morning sun,
Such a strong opening. Sets up the big motifs of the collection subtly,
elegantly. This is kind of a wild-card thought, but: what would happen if the
whole poem were just two stanzas, one with the stained glass image (and
the speaker/nick running around in church image) and one with the baptism
image? Basically I feel like there are so many strong lines doing so much
work that the extra images and phrases kind of weigh the poem down.
Bee Bites
You were tying your shoe. The left one.
Conversed sneakers with red stars, stars that
kicked like flint to heel against black asphalt,
and a bony knee plying open the break in your pant
With each stride.
This one feels light, charming, innocent, and yellow. Calm before the storm.
Its quite accessible, too, which is nice since later poems require more work
from the reader.
To Nick
fingers against scalp, your hair
bending like wheat in wind.
I think this poem is still figuring itself out. It seems reminiscent of To nick, a
little more mature, more audacious. But I want it to be more different. I want
it to say more on its own. Or maybe think about it this way: How does this
one poem complicate the collection? The images are accessible, but I want
more from them!
(bars bent)
Light dripping in
Watching the Nick that
wonder,
Faucet
Have you tried to clasp on?
Water washing away a days dirt,
Have you felt the coolness of water
There is so much that I love in this poem. Cheifly, the way it talks to
Conversion, and also the form, the emotional intensity. The only thing is
that Im not completely clear on whats going on, which doesnt actually
bother me all that much, Im cool if this is a poem that you feel more than
understand. My best guess is that the speaker is trying to cleanse himself
(albeit futilely), although Im not sure how the last stanza fits into that. That
said, a line or two of grounding context might be nice, if you want to add it
in.
it was ketchup
it was breath
that turned me on
your mouth
how it hugged
the corners
mouths corners
filled with
latent buns
muffled voice
morning
bluffing
a straight
breath hot
8a.m.
Sparkled eye
a pair of kings
us
Wow! I dont think Ive ever seen a poem structured like this before. This is
so interesting. Im thinking its meant to be read left to right, but it almost
works if you read it top to bottom too (the first column does almost
completely, and i think with a few tweaks the whole thing mightthat would
be COOL). I dont have very many comments about it, but I really like it, its
nice and concrete, the pair of kings phrase is spot on,
Revelation
Rooded bark laid perpendicular,
Wood by wood, planked flooring,
Mouthing,
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I prayed to God
Psychiatrist referral. Black. Cold Leather.
Sticking to thigh. Reading specs. Failure.
I prayed to God
Cat calls whistle through locker rooms.
Showers. Dodgeballs judgment day.
I prayed to God
Door clicked locked. Face smash face. Hand
Wild and electric. Finding you in the dark.
I prayed to God