Robbins - The second sex
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Abstract: A second collection from a poet of sheer joy and dizzy command (The New York Times) Upon its publication in 2012, Alien vs. Predator, the debut collection by Michael Robbins, became one of the hottest and most celebrated works of poetry in the country, winning acclaim for its startling freshness and originality, and leading critics to say that it was the most likely book in years to open up poetry to a new readership. Robbinss poems are strange, wonderful, wild, and irrationally exuberant, mashing up high and low culture with a sky-blue originality of utterance (The New York Times). The thirty-six new poems in The Second Sex carry over the music, attitude, hilarity, and vulgarity of Alien vs. Predator, while also working deeper autobiographical and political veins
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USA | Canada | UK | Ireland | Australia | New Zealand | India | South Africa | China penguin.com A Penguin Random House Company First published in Penguin Books 2014 Copyright 2014 by Michael Robbins Penguin supports copyright. Copyright fuels creativity, encourages diverse voices, promotes free speech, and creates a vibrant culture. Thank you for buying an authorized edition of this book and for complying with copyright laws by not reproducing, scanning, or distributing any part of it in any form without permission. You are supporting writers and allowing Penguin to continue to publish books for every reader. Page 51 constitutes an extension of this copyright page. LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA Robbins, Michael, 1972 [Poems. Selections] The second sex / Michael Robbins. pages cm.(Penguin Poets) eBook ISBN 978-0-698-16901-2 I. Title. PS3618.O315244A6 2014 811'.6dc23 2014014466 Version_1 to the memory of Bill Knott Look at your money. No one is smiling.
ALLAN PETERSON
I blight with plagues a baby carriage. Green means go and red means red. Now were cooking with Sudafed. Steer by, deerfly. I hereby declare the deer tick on my derriere a heretic. Derelict, hunker down.
Get the Led out, Goodman Brown. Get thee behind me, Nathan. Horseman, ramble on. Springtime snows white hairs on me. Green means go and go means gone.
A man walks into his forties. Says, You lost me at hello. Im tying balloon animals. Here you go. Thats a rooster. To burn out or to fade away? Im keeping my options open. Im looking for option C.
Im boning up on Coptic. Im scrolling past the Dead Sea, talking to Christ on the road from Kiss My Ass to Damascus. I kick my prick. I refute it THUS . Be tawdry for me, thou. Be like unto Sierra Mist when it opens in the first cold of spring.
Be a Chippewa. According to the oral history, outside the Tastee Freez you sucked on a chili dog with your head between your knees. The United States of Fuck You Too is what youre about to receive. You can shoot all the kids you like, but you can never leave. The mind is a terrible thing. That outboard motor.
The tedium is the message. The chimp signs hugs in his enclosure. Is this Mick Jagger which I see before me? Come, let me clutch thee. I consider the lilies beneath me. I tell the Magdalene not to touch me. I tell the miniature schnauzer not to swarm.
I tell my willy its getting warm. I tell the content to fuck the form.
These colors dont run red, white, and carbohydrate gel. Navy SEALs are good to go for AvP 2.0. All along the White House fence the Redskins mascot leads the chants. Full fathom five Osama lies. The blue-chip Dow industrials rise. Who is the United States? A snail paces by the Golden Gates anti-swan-dive hotline sign.
The snail is going to be fine. Disabling a suicide detector is prohibited. A snail searches a starless sky with the bionic arm he calls an eye. The stars have got the bee disease. The disappearing colonies are no longer buzzworthy. So ferry cross New Jersey.
Im a black kid in a hoodie. This lands the place I love. Et odi. Who is the United States? A grief agoIm bad with dates our fathers brought forth a queer shoulder in a convex mirror. I find it hard. It was hard to found.
Unscrew the lids from the jars! Prometheus outbound on Aeroflot follows the Moskva down to Gorky Park. Im proud to be a terrorist. Mistakes were made at Plymouth Rock. You might not be aware of this. The ants a centaur, more or less.
I stick my gender in a blender and click send. Voil! Your new ex-girlfriend. You cuckold me with your husband. I move a box with Ludacris. The captain turns on, we begin our descent. Be gentle with me, Im new to this.
I say the wrong thing. I have OCD. My obsessive compulsions are disorderly. I say the wrong thing, did I already say? I drive my dominatrix away. The coyote drives her in a false-bottomed van. He drops her in the desert.
The bluffs are tan. Shell get a job at Chilis picking up butts. I feel ya, Ophelia, I say to my nuts. And there is pansies. Thats for thoughts.
I write about cats. Cats, when you read this, write about me. Be the change you want to see. Ive legally changed my name to Whites Only. Changed it back, I should say. D O NOT TRY THIS AT HOME made me the man I am today.
That, and the University of Phoenix. Old man, take a look at my life. Charles Simic, in the gloaming, with a roach, take a look at my life. Im a lot like you. A man stands up and says I will catch a bullet in my teeth! Thats incredible! He eats a sword, hilt first, and spits up a million people persons. A dolphin pulls an airplane with its blowhole and keeps the black box for itself.
Bottleneck dolphins dont even have bones, yet here we are, giving them medals... This is my ass. And that is a hole in ground zero. I know which is which. Its the one with the smoke pouring out.
Wrested it from the Chinese, many of whom were shorter than me. Two billion outstretched Chinese hands, give or take a few thousand amputees. A cheap knockoff, the night proved to beNokla not Nokia on the touch screen. Well, even Old Peng gotta eat, Confucius say. Or maybe that was Cassius Clay. In me, folks, a movable object meets a resistible force.
I havent worked a day since the accident of birth. Born of woman, my father the same. Make love then war. Ill bring round the car. These children that I spit on are immune to my consultations. Ill have none myself.
It isnt (Write it!) a fiasco. I am small, I contain platitudes.
Bill Gates, the great humanitarian, stands upon a peak in Darien. I said Bill, I believe this is killing me. A sculptor sees the statue in the slab, the shiv in the toothbrush. The stab. I plump for Red October. Sink or swim or wade or creep or fly or soak it all in kerosene.
Miguel Hernndez, tell me, if you know, why theres a darkness on the edge of credit. My student loans? Forget it. Burn it up. Lets go for broke. Watch the shares go up in smoke.
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