Happy Poetry Thursday. I am in Atlanta for the AWP Conference--will post photos and updates later tonight.
Today’s poem is a found poem, found on (read: shamefully lifted from) the back cover reviews of a few poetry books. I was daydreaming that if I got my manuscript published, what would it say on the back cover. And then I thought of all the melodramatic text that goes in some of those reviews and testimonials, full of contrasts. This is one I really want to refine so I’ll post a revision next week. Could use suggestions for a title.
What I Want Someone to Say on the Back Cover of My First Poetry Collection
Say I am a hammer. Say I am a velvet wrecking ball, a rip tooth saw, a nine-millimeter with one bullet left in the chamber. Say my poetry is that bullet. This collection frightens and comforts you. It is my best work ever, in which I have brought all of my faculties to bear. Say my words leave you stripped to the core, to the underlife you never knew existed. Say I’ve created a new poetic that beckons the best traditions of the Masters. I have created a shower of metaphors plucked from annihilation for this reckoning, shining a spotlight on an America hardly ever seen in contemporary literature. Say these poems evoke sympathy for the damned, yet celebrate our resilience. Say this is a must-read for anyone who has ever truly lived. Say that this is the present you’re already homesick for.