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Passionate and compassionate, these poems are both deeply imagined and accessible to the general reader, focusing on personal and political life in American society.--Publishers website.

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Pitt Poetry Series Ed Ochester Editor The publication of this book is - photo 1
Pitt Poetry Series
Ed Ochester, Editor The publication of this book is supported by a grant from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts Picture 2 Published by the University of Pittsburgh Press, Pittsburgh, Pa., 15260 Copyright 2006, Peter Meinke All rights reserved Manufactured in the United States of America Printed on acid-free paper 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 ISBN 0-8229-5918-6 ISBN 978-0-8229-9123-6 (electronic) for Herb, Aya, Wei, and of course Sophie Kathleen, for expanding our contracting world.
Fish Tale
Poetry like anchovies adds a certain tang to life more than most will bargain for though we'll eat it in a pinch Poetry won't yield an inch from its dark pallet in the store naked as a scaling-knife sharper than a bullshark's teeth Fishshit pigshit bullshit sell sprightly in the magazines crusting every page we touch Lies like mullet spawned in hell graze the poisoned marketplace sucking up each honest wish soiling us from crest to crotch With its cold iconic face camouflaged among the reeds only poetry comes clean: unpolluted angelfish
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Left-Winged Sonnets
Brief Meditations on a Woodcut by Leonard Baskin The one who never looks up - photo 3
Brief Meditations on a Woodcut by Leonard Baskin
The one who never looks up, whose eyes are lidded
And balled, like Blake's... from Sylvia Plath's Death & Co. I We must be careful whom we choose for inspiration or the muse may turn upon us like an alien that eats its victims from within II ... eyes rolling inward see round curve of skull the egg the blank dome screen with the nerves in pattern like razorcuts over the bones of those who yearned to be good but never understood their mothers husbands wives whose lives boiling in loneliness burned and sputtered against the wall where the innocent and cruel line up before the state's wrath the dogs of love the invisible worm the mad blind muse of Sylvia Plath... III Happy poems are hardest because you come off like a dog wagging its tail instead of a worried soul who reads the papers and inhales the flaws: the brutalization of the frail starvation and pustulant disease nature still red in tooth and claw whipping us daily How weary, stale,flat and unprofitable are these hours days and years we stare across And yet should we therefore fail to see the young so very pleased to be themselves? I say Praise without pause a damaged world deserving our applause
The Graybeards
O see the graybeards lip-synch sacred songs to the true gods who rule unruly earth enforcing laws of messianic games divided up in sides where rites and wrongs are neatly balanced though No-one weighs their worth: So how can we wonder why the world's in flames when every faith implies an infidel and every heaven sends someone straight to hell?
Marine Forecast
We wallow through the world white whales in nature's gift shop thrashing tails with jaws agape and stare surprised when others curse our little eyes that roll on either side but won't see tentacles that lurk in front and only Neptune who rules us all cares that our hearts are large and full Once haunted Ahab hunted us for sins that ground his heart to dust and those who hate like him will soon be hoist upon their own harpoons Though we can't predict how justice fares we see our fate as linked to theirs: Bound together sinking down to where all whales and sailors drown
The Purity of Absolute Perfection
The purity of absolute perfection has brought us to the Crescent and the Cross by siphoning the blood of martyred saints selling their bones like pretzels in the streets And the certainty of faiths in their selection works like a god's placebo: it takes the loss of common sense for granted painting painless heavens on tainted winding-sheets Now they've woven rich embroidered tapestries of Magi stars minarets and virgins and thrown them over everybody's head which wouldn't be so terrible if only it would profit someone else besides the merchants and didn't leave so many children dead
The Death of Friends
for W. S. There are those who don't believe in death It's natural they say God's way recycling the universe: The breath of jasmine our breath the jagged cries of jays our cry This golden rain tree petal floats slanting to our table here because the ashes of our loved ones settle deep into the DNA of everywhere This seems both hopeful and scientific which is to say American: I'm sick of it Be logical until your brain turns blue But he will never come back Nor she Nor I nor you
Turkish Coffee
for Hamdija Each time I fill the jezve I can see and even smell the narrow lane and small bazaar in Sarajevo where the three of us sat cross-legged bargaining until the set was ours That was 1981: we all held hands and swore the world was good despite the rifles splintering the sun along the mosques and churches of your neighborhood More than coffee's turned bitter in this wreck but I won't forget the charity in your eye while you taught us patiently just how to make it boil your English accented and sly: Remember to not fill your cup too fulland for best result: Go to Istanbul
Elderly, She Paints Another Nude
The mirror has teeth: even my tongue feels wrinkled and skin that once was banned in Boston hangs dry and spotty as these rags I use to clean my brushes O muse of Park inson's whose shaky hells advance like Meals on Wheels upon all fronts steady my hand for one more work before the mirror cracks and all these clamoring images go dark There's room in ancient heads for dreams of youth of either sex bright eyes and satin skin: impossible to let these phantoms rest! They weave behind weak eyes that can't in truth read the directions on my aspirin but see with mnemonic clarity your breast
The Director
for JRC I can't write a cheerful poem for this melancholy Swede who introduced us to uncertainty and existential angst the absurd and the deconstructed I can see him still leaning through our doorway in 1961 with Jim Beam and foreign names held out as burnt offerings magic seeds for a parched garden so our heads uplifted like daffodils in April as he said Beckett Weill Brecht Frisch Pirandello: We didn't know we wanted them but Jim recognized our need He was suspicious of tradition unless it showed its bones so I confess up front that this is a sonnet built of fifteen-syllable lines all declaring Art's a botherwe've got to bother with: our lives depend on it This truth flowed like a northern river from his heart to ours with love and guilt Old actor old bachelor dear old friend: Jim: you're our father
91st Birthday
for Kathleen Lewis ...
Mystery
... so there's the fire escape And too many keys Beside the bed the empty glass accuses no one everyone The Matron's eyes protrude like gooseberries her glance startled when she sees the Inspector staring at her knees A page is missing from the book the Student loaned the crippled Nurse and beneath the huge black oak the Butler scrabbles in the leaves Now gathered in the library the crime gaping before us like a hungry hearse we clear our throat we smooth our suit and dress and now the Inspector turns for the last time toward the Matron the Student the Butler the Nurse: We stiffen like corpses crazy to confess...
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