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Mackey - Blue Fasa

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Nathaniel Mackeys sixth collection of poems, Blue Fasa, carries forward what the New Yorker has described as the mythological conception and descriptive daring of his two intertwined serial poems. A long song thats one and more than one, this collection takes its title from two related black musical traditions, a West African griot epic as told by the Fasa, a clan in ancient Ghana, and trumpeter Kenny Dorhams hard bop classic Blue Bossa, influenced by the emergence of Brazilian bossa nova. The book opens with the catch of the heart and the call of romance, as it follows a band of travelers, refugees from history, on their incessant migrations through time, place, and polity toward a truer sense of being and belonging. Read more...
Abstract: Nathaniel Mackeys sixth collection of poems, Blue Fasa, carries forward what the New Yorker has described as the mythological conception and descriptive daring of his two intertwined serial poems. A long song thats one and more than one, this collection takes its title from two related black musical traditions, a West African griot epic as told by the Fasa, a clan in ancient Ghana, and trumpeter Kenny Dorhams hard bop classic Blue Bossa, influenced by the emergence of Brazilian bossa nova. The book opens with the catch of the heart and the call of romance, as it follows a band of travelers, refugees from history, on their incessant migrations through time, place, and polity toward a truer sense of being and belonging

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I RG A NIGHT IN JAIPUR mu sixty-fifth part Lakshmi wept as we made our way outward, blue devotions annuity looped and led back, reluctances allure yet to accrue. reluctances allure yet to accrue. Larger than life, theyd lain belly to belly, patch of hair pressing patch of hair, leg pressing leg, all theyd have otherwise been held in abeyance, Krishnas remnant abeyance, Krishnas remnant kiss Whatever after-the-fact embrace had hold of her we listened, bamboo hollow the heart of it, bamboo hollow the heart of it, bam boo flutes burnt opening blown boo flutes burnt opening blown on, hole his breath finessed Flush lozenge lipped, let go of. Tongue tove tarried on tongue less than a memory, sound what mightve a memory, sound what mightve been Lakshmi wept as we made our way birth after birth, two-headed hollow beaten on at both ends, log hollow beaten on at both ends, log we slept in, Miras amanuenses, slept in, Mirasamanuenses, mud bouquet Sat gameless at the gaming table. Sitar glint knuckling the nights one luster spoke sputter, made sputter speak A diffuse kiss sputter speak A diffuse kiss low to the ground, blue reconnoiter. Voice also known as Wrack Tavern.

Bar, be my altar, it sang Bar, be my altar, it sang Semi sang, semiwept, Lakshmis bond an abatement. Held but not had, an abatement. Held but not had, had held, churchical girth. Caught strings cut our thumbs Insofar as there was an I it wasnt hers we heard her insinuate, of late begun to be her insinuate, of late begun to be else where, the late one shed one day be where, the late one shed one day be Semi sang, semiwept as we sat lost at the gaming table, thumbs all thumbs gaming table, thumbs all thumbs no thumbs to hold on with Held-not had was her new way, what had its had was her new way, what hadits way with us, held-not-had her numb regret Lakshmi sang as we sat stuck at the gaming table, hands tied down by sympathetic strings. To be by sympathetic strings. To be was to be at her behest Sought to be at her behest Sought bodily solace, bodilessness, reluctant allure it seemed.

A certain way she had with Krishnas going, beautiful rebuff she made it seem Wed rebuff she made it seem Wed been borne by a wind we hardly knew borne by a wind we hardly knew was blowing, wrung notes lingering mo ment to moment, phonic perfume it seemed Seemed it said cover, it seemed Seemed it said cover, seemed it said collect, seemed it bid reaching it said collect, seemed it bidreaching good bye, went on reaching, seemed it told all it said no We sat aloft looking in on ourselves Five layers wed have ourselves Five layers wed have to get thru to get to what lay underneath. get thru to get to what layunderneath. A low hum came from under the gaming table, chances debt reneged on, romances chances debt reneged on, romances bet called off STICK CITY BHAJAN mu sixty-sixth part If I saw myself I saw myself stagger. To see was to be in my own way Albeit to be went without looking, see caught without looking, see caught looks delay, see saw possible miscue, look-see made it so If I saw myself I saw myself stumble, myself I saw myself stumble, saw myself steady myself. Quick step, leg stuck, saw myself undone. Slipped on the stairs undone.

Slipped on the stairs Id begun to go up, lay flat on the begun to go up, lay flat on the floor Id walked across Insofar, this was to say, as there was an I it was no other, of late letting go no getting out. I saw myself I saw, no parallel out. I saw myself I saw, no parallel track intruded. The voice I thought his was mine, no if it was me, myself my own Mira, my own sweet Krishna, tongues tip touching my ear no ones tongues tip touching my ear no ones if not mine Sufic, sulfitic, resinous, a thin wine tipped my tongue, took my feet away. Black leggings moist with feet away. Black leggings moist with leg sweat the taste of it, lost, I was no one sweat the taste of it, lost, I was no one elses, Wrack Tavern wines bouquet unremit ting, Wrack Tavern wines bouquet unmerciful, lost, I was only my own, I unmerciful, lost, I was only my own, I lay flat Less than a second I lay there.

I lay looking up thru the ceiling. I lay looking up at the sky. Stars were tiny pinpricks in the blackness the nightsky was, black the blackness the nightsky was, black leg gings wafting the light they let in, Wrack Taverns acrid bouquet The voice I thought Miras inhered in lifted cloth, aromatic Miras inhered in lifted cloth, aromatic leg sweat, cloth under cloth, underness above sweat, cloth under cloth, underness above me, sky-high Homes near side far behind me, took now a new name, I-Insofar. Voice broke, I-Insofar resounded, ground fell broke, I-Insofar resounded, ground fell away and lay flat at the foot of a cliff, made, as it slid, what I wanted moot Voice broke as all escort faded, legs I took hea ven to be, black leggings, drummed-up ven to be, black leggings, drummed-up equation of leg stride and starlight, legs lit recompense It was I-Insofars Insofar-I, late slope I stood stuck on, stood if not stumbled, spliff-lit, metathetic stumbled, spliff-lit, metathetic remit Beset by drums that were code Beset by drums that were code for dreams, hair let down in the dream they said I dreamt, spinning wheels a music of sorts Black leg gings beneath her sari, said the gings beneath her sari, said the exe gete, loves understudy, he quipped, gete, loves understudy, he quipped, called himself, loves upstart, I said, instead So the floor fell away to my right, north I thought, umpteenth amendment begun to go renegade, lacktones begun to go renegade, lacktones chatter the country I came to, coming-to the country I came to, coming-to the glimpse I caught SONG OF THE ANDOUMBOULOU: 88 Another train pulled in as ours pulled out. It wasnt only one was ours, we were in both. So was ours, we were in both.

So we thought or would like tove thought It wasnt so much they were trains as we were in motion, molecules, knowing or motion, molecules, knowing or not Nods aboriginal we we some times were, train window looked out from looked into, lights worn promise run parallel, lights knack promise run parallel, lights knack not to be caught An empty seat sat beside each of us, a seat some ascendant one had gone up from, illumined it said in what we illumined it said in what we read later, lit the word on the street later, lit the word on the street we were told It wasnt music the motion we were in, albeit Street Music from OuterPradesh it wouldve been had it been a disc whose notes we read. An alter nate disposition it was if nothing nate disposition it was if nothing else, the bone Djbai picked with Bittabai no longer marked us, lit the word bandied about if not lit up, illu mined what we took to more Members, we were not to get weary, Members, we were not to get weary, mind and medicines aid at our disposal, theirs and any other we saw fit. It wasnt we were there for no reason. The we were there for no reason. The seats of the illuminati we presumed upon with adjacency, dared assume seats beside This wasnt one of the trains wed heard sung about. Music trains wed heard sung about.

Music was nt the motion we were in. The train, were it a train, was an empty one, engineless, driverless, conductorless, a small array driverless, conductorless, a small array of chairs beneath the blades of a slow moving fan. We sat around talking, non illuminati, two trains running arrested illuminati, two trains running arrested Abar bershop it mightve been A barbershop it was and it was mov ing, the fan, slow-moving, a propeller even so, molecules bruited about. Hair cuts were offered all of us. None cuts were offered all of us. None of us wanted one but Sophia said shed give it a try Itamar followed suit and Anuncia followed, non-allegorical hair piling up on the floor Anuncio, hair piling up on the floor Anuncio, Nunca, me, Huff, ad infinitum, each of us fol lowed suit Bald as a cue ball we each ended up.

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