What Is Amazing (Wesleyan Poetry Series)
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Inspired by a voracious curiosity about humans and other subjects, the poems in Heather Christle’s What Is Amazing describe and invent worlds in an attempt to understand through participation. The book draws upon the wisdom of foolishness and the logic of glee, while simultaneously exploring the suffering inherent to embodied consciousness. Speakers play out moments of bravado and fear, love and mortality, disappointment and desire. They socialize incorrigibly with lakes, lovers, fire, and readers, reasoning their way to unreasonable conclusions. These poems try to understand how it is that we come to recognize and differentiate objects and beings, how wholly each is attached to its name, and which space reveals them. What Is Amazing delights in fully inhabiting its varied forms and voices, singing worlds that often coincide with our own.
and it starts to cry PEOPLE ARE A LIVING STRUCTURE LIKE A CORAL REEF People love to clean their ears and I love people very much They are everywhere! Every single thing I love I love for windows only and if one window reflects another then friends for me it’s all over And in the windows are trees and in the windows are people What are they even doing with their hunger and in their new shirts They are taking care of themselves and they are taking each other out for lunch Oh even the rain
I knocked on Then’s teeth and they were not hollow like the sun was and I wrote it on my list We enjoyed the taste of saltwater and baseball we enjoyed on the radio in daylight in a blue room that grew off the hallway We were happy and wretched and cloudy and setting fire to everything for warmth WAY OUT IN THE COUNTRY for & after Emily Toder But how does it work I said Are there women No women said the star I think it was talking But if there are no women I said then who were you
silk bag full of lightweight batteries arranged on the floor so it touches the floor in the maximum number of places and math has real-world value it turns out which is not all that surprising and there are weekends and desires gestating in your throat pink and hairless like mammals and you close your eyes and say things to your husband but he is small no make him even smaller BASH The woman is telling me what is the most ordinary part of a room and I agree with her yes it is
I come to you with my love in my chest and my voice in my spine When I am dead I will come to you having cast off these poems which like me are an excess Nothing makes sense to me least of all movement How is it you are in the next room when I am so hungry and I come to you Is this the land and air we spoke of with our two mouths with our little spasms I don’t know anything only your front side when you are with me and your back side marching away With my fists I object to
via dirty shadows on the floor Thank you for the evidence which I prefer and vastly to the thing the thing itself And I know not what I am the evidence of though I am here and leaning desperate to prove it 2 For years I have been on duty in this my body and this its mind and no one has told me when relief might arrive but I think it will come all at once by the hundreds It will be a real parade It will surround me with great noise and with slowness and coral and yellow and