The Poem She Didn't Write and Other Poems. Olena Kalytiak Davis

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СКАЧАТЬ pulls on her tight jeans, her big boots, her puffy parka.

      “i” remote-starts her car.

      “i’s” car is a 1995 red toyota 4-runner with racing stripe that doesn’t have enough power for “i”.

      “i’s” car stereo also doesn’t have enough power for “i”.

      “i” drives cross town listening to dylan, who has plenty of power for “i”.

      “i” wonders how why dylan isn’t “i’s” man.

      “i” gets some looks from some lesser men, some in better, more powerful trucks, even though “i’s” dirty dirty-blonde hair is covered by a woolen cap.

      “i” feels the power of being a single mom in a red truck.

      “i” knows it is not enough power.

      “i” thinks “i am the man, i suffered, i was there”.

      “i” is almost broke, but

      “i” thinks “i live more in a continuous present that i enjoy”.

      “i” thinks “amor fati”.

      “i” notices the chugach mountains.

      “i” notices the chugach mountains sometimes look good and sometimes bad.

      “i” remembers that yesterday the chugach mountains looked desolate and dirty and roadblocky.

      “i” notices the chugach mountains look particularly beautiful today covered in sun and snow.

      “i” almost thinks “bathed in sun and snow” but stops herself.

      “i” feels that “i” can maybe find, really start, really finish her sex poem tomorrow.

      “i” likes the dubus thing about adultery having a morality of its own.

      “i” also likes “human drama”.

      “i” really enjoyed “i

huckabees”.

      “i” thought sex was overrated for a long time, then not for a year and a half, and now, again.

      “i” gives, well, has given, good head.

      “i” takes it like a man.

      “i” thinks there should be a new “new sexualized and radicalized poetry of the self”,

      “i” knows the “single-minded frenzy of a raving madman” but,

      “i” mostly keeps her head.

      “i” remembers that “as long ago as 1925, boris tomashevsky, a leading russian formalist critic, observed that the ‘autobiographical poem’ is one that mythologizes the poet’s life in accordance with the conventions of his time. it relates not what has occurred but what should have occurred, presenting an idealized image of the poet as representative of his literary school”.

      “i” wants to be a man like marjorie perloff, helen hennessy vendler, boris tomashevsky.

      “i” thinks, on the other hand, “i mean i like in art when the artist doesn’t know what he knows in general; he only knows what he knows specifically”.

      “i” thinks: “that mantel piece is clean enough or my name isn’t bob rauschenberg”.

      “i” just wishes “i” could talk more smarter theory, no

      “i” just wishes “i” could write more smarter poems, no

      “i” thinks “WHY I AM A POET AND NOT A...”

      “i” thinks “KALYTIAK DAVIS PAINTS A PICTURE”.

      “i” wants to include the word coruscate in it, and, possibly, a quote from rudolf steiner.

      “i” wishes she could remember abrams’s definition of the structure of the greater romantic lyric, but that it presents “a determinate speaker in a particularized, and usually localized, outdoor setting, whom we overhear as he carries on, in a fluent vernacular which rises easily to a more formal speech, a sustained colloquy, sometimes with himself or with the outer scene, but more frequently with a silent human auditor, present or absent” and that “the speaker begins with a description of the landscape” and that “an aspect or change of aspect in the landscape evokes a varied but integral process of memory, thought, anticipation, and feeling which remains closely intervolved with the outer scene” and that “in the course of this meditation the lyric speaker achieves an insight, faces up to a tragic loss, comes to a moral decision, or resolves an emotional problem” and that “often the poem rounds upon itself to end where it began, at the outer scene, but with an altered mood and deepened understanding which is the result of the intervening meditation” evades her.

      “i” wants to say “silent human auditor, are you absent or present?” but “i” knows “i” makes, has made, that move too often.

      “i” knows “i” is alone in her red truck.

      “i” reconsiders, perhaps it is like giving good head?

      “i” thinks his his he himself, but not too bitterly, then

      “i” thinks “i”, then,

      “i” thinks “you”.

      “i” has not told her lover that “i” is not in love with him any longer, but “i” knows he knows, must know.

      “i” has not told her lover that “i” had a long conversation with “i’s” x-husband on the phone last night.

      “i” thinks “my sidestepping and obliquities”.

      “i” thinks love is what went wrong.

      “i” feels elizabeth bishop reprimanding “i”.

      “i” thinks like a gentle loving firm almost slap but really just a squeeze of, not on, the hand from a, the, mother neither one of them had for very long, long enough.

      “i” has not thought of “i’s” dead mother in a long time.

      “i” thinks of jonathan letham and his dead mother and his wall of books.

      “i” thinks of mark reagan and his walls and walls of books, and how his landlord, fearing collapse, made him move to the bottom floor.

      “i” thinks of doug teter and his smaller, but still, wall of books.

      “i” thinks of jude law.

      “i” thinks jude law probably doesn’t know how to read.

      “i” knows СКАЧАТЬ