THEY WERE BEARS, by Sarah Marcus (Sundress Publications, 2017)
review by Barton Smock
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Absence is not a magic trick. In this book, there are enterings and leavings and a loneliness that says I am home because I am here. In one wilderness, Cleveland is one big hospital (from No Children), in another, The boar closes the distance (from Damage Ready)
This book will do nothing to curb your addiction to trajectory. As for continuance, I wasn’t sure I could go on after reading the last line of the first poem. Marcus maps her land early.
You will question your body throughout. Body are you wanderer or are you deserter. Are you mouth or are you feast. Body have you devoured my eyesight. Every last bit?
Vastness is local. Ruin, a tourist. Pain a forward thinking journalist still covering the moon as made for man.
Bears are…
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can we stop this talk of the baby cut in half and ask why this town has two graveyards. show me a dog showing an angel where to dig. the brothers have all gone underwater to raise money for hand signals and the sisters have taken from a tale of snowfall an orgasm to amnesia’s headstone. the parts of the movie you look at
vanish. it’s my fault there’s a god.
while I kept
scarecrow’s honor
my elbows
off the table
and ate
to practice
swallowing
mom she put a litterbox
on a piano bench
telling dad
dreams
are the paws
of god
things I said when I stepped on a nail
things like
a spelling bee
is underway
in hell
and how deep
it goes
the thumb’s
suicide
I am to my blood
what ant farm
to ant
–
the mother worries about them sleeping at the same time
the twins
–
the dark has an ugly brother
revenge
a rare
photo
–
this babysitter I know
driven
to suicide
took things
from a movie
set
–
god says
bring her in
the fast
reader
for observation
{The Crown Ain’t Worth Much}
Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib
Button Poetry/Exploding Pinecone Press 2016
~reflections on, by Barton Smock~
Willis-Abdurraqib is a writer writing letters to a timeline of his unchanged address. In this, excavation happens on the clock and burial, off.
You need a body to keep you naked, get this book. It, will ghost.
book is here:
what brought me to it, is here:
ain’t a thing can be crucified that has clothes
when people think
you lonely
you can slip
twice
from your mother
you can chew with your hands in your pockets
