Kim Addonizio

Lucifer at the Starlite

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A lyrically intense fifth collection from “one of the nation's most provocative and edgy poets” (San Diego Union-Tribune).With both passion and precision, Lucifer at the Starlite explores life's dual nature: good and evil, light and dark, suffering and moments of unexpected joy. Whether looking outward to events on the world stage—the war in Iraq, the 2004 Asian tsunami—or inward at struggles with the self, these poems aim at the heart and against the feeling that Lucifer may have already won the day.
from “Lucifer at the Starlite”
Here's my bright idea for life on earth:
better management. The CEO
has lost touch with the details. I'm worth
as much, but I care; I come down here, I show
my face, I'm a real regular. A toast:
To our boys and girls in the war, grinding
through sand, to everybody here, our host
who's mostly mist, like methane rising

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28 trykte sider
Oprindeligt udgivet
2009
Udgivelsesår
2009
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Vurderinger

  • Дмитрий Веснинhar delt en vurderingfor 3 år siden
    👍Værd at læse
    🔮Overraskende

  • irene. 🌤️har delt en vurderingfor 3 år siden
    👍Værd at læse
    🌴God til stranden

Citater

  • Дмитрий Веснинhar citeretfor 3 år siden
    If you can, give us a song.
  • Дмитрий Веснинhar citeretfor 3 år siden
    You with the Crack Running Through You
    I can seep in, I can dry clear.

    And yes it would still be there.

    And no I couldn’t hold you forever.

    But isn’t it drafty at night,

    alone in that canyon

    with the wind of the mind

    dragging its debris—

    I wanted to put

    my mouth on you

    and draw out whatever toxin…

    —but I understand. There are limits

    to love. Here is a flower

    that needs no water.

    It can grow anywhere,

    nourished on nothing.

    And yes.
  • Дмитрий Веснинhar citeretfor 3 år siden
    So I got my harmonica

    and played a bit of Sonny Terry I’d been working on

    and I don’t know if he listened, if it lit

    a match to the damp cigarette of his joy

    I can’t say, but maybe it did

    in some small and unrecorded way.

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