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2 POEMS Carl Boon
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MAGPIES AND THE ISIS ERA In the era of ISIS I decide I imagine their bones, In flight—maybe hesitant on his unruly skateboard, blown away, ceiling tiles awry and seek dead angels,
__ LOVE-MAKING I owe much to the room where we I ironed your hair to the pillow, as you wondered what this going to Pittsburgh and this your past, though it came touched. Just perfectly, to do. If I scampered away a pause, an indirection, and becomes instead knew this perfectly, and leapt broke the sky into a thousand
__ MAGPIES AND THE ISIS ERA came into focus not long after the terrorist attack at the Brussels airport. I was sitting on my balcony one evening watching the magpies land on the hillside. A compositional method that works for me sometimes (and probably for most creative writers) is the side-by-side placement of disparate events or ideas; for example, how to make sense of terror by watching birds, these creatures who have no concept of anything except their needs and comfort. The guiding question for me was: what do the birds know? LOVE-MAKING recalls the details of a youthful sexual encounter and deconstructs the self-centered exuberance that accompanies such early experiences. It tries to break through the fantasy-screen to "what really happened," which is undoubtedly less exciting that what we remember. It also attempts to contextualize—as young lovers see themselves as somehow unique in that experience. I suppose Wordsworth’s "Tintern Abbey" lingers somewhere on the edges here—his idea that youth can’t fully enjoy joy without time and reflection. Now that decades have passed, what happened in that room is both more real and less real. |