Poetry Finalist for the 2019 Writers' League of Texas Book Award
Over the course of four collections of poems, Alex Lemon has become known for his kinetic voice and sense of the dark absurd. Now this electrifying poet moves in a new direction—with a book-length sequence at once intensely vulnerable and thoroughly of our moment.
Populated by visions and ghosts, Another Last Day follows its speaker on a search through a natural landscape turned on its edge, the landscape of today’s America. In these poems, the moments of an ordinary day are rendered in raw, nearly hallucinatory detail: Ants drunk on cherry-red hummingbird nectar. An ambulance rushing into the distance. Endless rain. And, stranger: A dog carrying a hand in its mouth. An emergency room filled with moans. A place where reality and dreams merge, where “the dead refuse to be left / underground.”
When Lemon’s speaker invites us “behind my closed eyes,” it is into the vision of a speaker so plugged into the livingness of this world that he is tossed to the edge of living itself. And yet, in his poems, this openness is never just painful. “the world is a terrible place,” he writes, “but I want to last forever // clinging to its teeth.”
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Alex Lemon is the author of Happy: A Memoir and Feverland: A Memoir in Shards, and the poetry collections Mosquito, Hallelujah Blackout, Fancy Beasts, and The Wish Book. His writing has appeared in Esquire, The Best American Poetry 2008, AGNI, Gulf Coast, the Kenyon Review, and Tin House, among others. He has been awarded a Literature Fellowship in poetry from the National Endowment for the Arts, and he contributes and reviews frequently for a wide range of media outlets. He lives with his wife and two children in Fort Worth, and teaches at Texas Christian University.
all this time
death has refused
to take me & now
when the willows
darken from my chest rips
a flame-winged black-
bird my bones knot
with goodbyes breaking
to not be a carousel
whirring darkly
***
ambulance lights
in the distance throb
my blood & in my guts
I feel my home
on fire
my family
singing ablaze
from fire-curtained
windows―We are good
We are good―they croon
but it is too late always
now too bright
***
forever along the river
it is a hot hot gust
today I welcome
fat raindrops welcome
whirlwind & hello coming
darkness where am I
***
sun-bleached mannequins
rise into the sky
from the bruised water
empty birdcages bend
low the lilacs
a torn orange dress
I long ago yearned to
wear laces the brambles
without knowing
what I am
I go
***
when I look down
there is nothing
of me but a ragged duffel
bag sinking into the shallows
two babies are zipped up in it
or just one baby
besides me
it is suffocating
in here it is dark
I would be anything else
sunflower black ice
prickly pear
this life of heat
waving apparitions
I am tumbling king
protea pothole
I am asleep I
am drowning
***
in the parking lot
a thousand hisses punch
above me in the hot wind
the lights burr on
night puckers with blinks
inside my chest
there is a flowering fist
an empty can herky-jerks
across the humid-slick asphalt
I too am a glassbreak hum
from the coal black beyond
the blinding lights
suddenly falls wet
sizzling needles
***
the drizzle makes
the pearled darkness
all around me
terrible & lovely
soon it is pouring
I have never wanted
anything
growing
puddles perfectly swallow
the gloaming the murk
fluttering with thousands
of tiny mouths roaring
silver-lipped water wells
opening away
***
with my heart
absent in the morning
I walk long staring
overturned sofa on the playground
gutted stuffing clotheslined
from chain link to hydrant
a radiance of cigarette butts
on the cracked sidewalk
squirrel skull on a swing
a mop of yarn clump-floating
the mucky creek
it is a bonfire sinking
a sewage-tattered wig
wisping
shrouded below it
in the brackish water
I know
the rest
of me slumps
a pock-faced zombie
trudging the pitch black
rocky bottom the silt
with grub white legs
flesh tearing away in flags
skin nibbled at
by rainbow trout by catfish
by hatchets of pike
all day I follow it follow myself
down stream
telling the gusting wind
about the way things are
in this life―
a body dropped
from the hand
into a pot of boiling water
will balloon
with moisture become so soft
the flesh will hold
the shape of anything
that presses into it―
a hand the ghost of a jellyfish
goodbye lines skin
etched by a swim suit
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Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - Poetry Finalist for the 2019 Writers' League of Texas Book AwardOver the course of four collections of poems, Alex Lemon has become known for his kinetic voice and sense of the dark absurd. Now this electrifying poet moves in a new directionwith a book-length sequence at once intensely vulnerable and thoroughly of our moment.Populated by visions and ghosts, Another Last Day follows its speaker on a search through a natural landscape turned on its edge, the landscape of today's America. In these poems, the moments of an ordinary day are rendered in raw, nearly hallucinatory detail: Ants drunk on cherry-red hummingbird nectar. An ambulance rushing into the distance. Endless rain. And, stranger: A dog carrying a hand in its mouth. An emergency room filled with moans. A place where reality and dreams merge, where 'the dead refuse to be left / underground.'When Lemon's speaker invites us 'behind my closed eyes,' it is into the vision of a speaker so plugged into the livingness of this world that he is tossed to the edge of living itself. And yet, in his poems, this openness is never just painful. 'the world is a terrible place,' he writes, 'but I want to last forever // clinging to its teeth.'. Artikel-Nr. 9781571314512
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