The Chair (American Poets Continuum Series)
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One of America's foremost prose poets, Richard Garcia's The Chair simultaneously takes place in the natural world and a speculative world rich in the fabulist tradition: historical figures roam like ghosts, time is pulled and twisted, and narrative spins effortlessly out of language. A core of autobiography grounds these poems that are rife with surprises uniting the mythic and the everyday.
Richard Garcia's awards include an NEA, a Pushcart Prize, and the American Poetry Journal Book Prize. He teaches creative writing in the Antioch University Los Angeles Low-Residency MFA program and lives on James Island, South Carolina.
the chair you’re talking about? A great chair is called a throne. The greatest of all chairs is called The Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nations Millennium General Assembly. It was found in a stable. But it is only a facsimile of the throne upon which God is seated, which itself is a larger version of the throne upon which Jesus is seated. Is this the chair you’re talking about? Sometimes when I am at work, sitting, not on a chair, but on an overturned five-gallon bucket, I bite into the
from his lip, the visor of his cap over his eyes. If I wake up dead, he whispered, I’ll kill you. I remember reading in the guidebook that the original name of Confusion was Quandary. As we spun in circles through the intersection I noticed how quiet it was, how slowly we turned, or were we absolutely still, and Confusion was revolving all around us? This seemed like a good time for a little known fact. I said, Did you know that the first toilet seen on television was on Leave It to Beaver?
was all the same to me. That night I was startled out of sleep by a startling sound. It was unsettling and indescribable, like restless leg syndrome. What was it? Felsenfeld was no help —he just slept on. But something had changed in the world. Something, perhaps in the atmosphere, had been rent, and would never be the same. Many years later, after I learned that Felsenfeld had died, I read about the Great Vowel Shift. Swineherds who said potato now said potahto. Churlish marauders would tilt
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