Calling, The

Bruce Bond

Description

Midway through The Calling this appears: “I am learning to be two people, as voices are both voices /and the music in them.” There is no contemporary poet more aware of this fact as opportunity than Bruce Bond, whose music, whose severe and certain music, powerfully compels all the voices at his disposal throughout this book—all those journalists, children, and parents whose voicings became the poet’s. The politics of this book is an esthetic as glorious as the politics of the era in which it arises is debased: “I was looking back from a time / where I too would be speechless. / The earth green. No. Greener.” The Calling succeeds in making beauty where there had been pain, which is the great gift of poetry. —Bin Ramke

Bruce Bond’s remarkable book-length sequence manages to be many things at once—a searing indictment of the Trump imperium, a bittersweet elegy for the author’s father, a tractate, a lamentation, a prayer. It is a vexed book for our vexing times. The collection’s stance—in the tradition of contemporary masters such as Milosz and Geoffrey Hill—is an admixture of sorrow, rage, and wonder. This is a book of hard-won consolation, a talisman against our bewilderment. —David Wojahn

Informations

• Publié par: Parlor Press, LLC
• Date de parution: 21 janvier 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 2
• EAN13: 9781643171531
• Langue: English

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The Caling

Bruce Bond

Free Verse Editions Edîted by Jon Tompson

THE CALLING

Bruce Bond

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Cover îmage: Vîem Hammersøî, “Woman Seen rom te Back.” Oî on canvas. 1888. Natîona Gaery o Denmark. Used by permîssîon.

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Eac word orMusimorboyorboodinenow.Itîes across anoter. 5 he one wo names îs nameess and one 6 Wen I saywind, I see eaves and ca temwind. 7 hîs îs a story tat ends în a desert andscape 9 he sun tat dîssoves te names o te rîvers, ît îts tem up. 11 Cruety understands so îtte o îts object, 12 Everytîng we see arrîves a îtte ate. 13

II. 15 You can ear te tremor o te ouds o ancîent Morocco 17 Musîc îs quîck, îte, încîsîve as a buet, 18 he gun tat takes te eepant down, 19 ong ago te sîgnature o te ydîan ascensîon 20 he trumpet îes down wît te dayîgt în îts casket 21 Beneat te bes and tremors o te tower, a te anges are kîds, 22 To eac te sîence 23 he oter sîde o amentatîon îs te sape ît makes. 24

III. 27 Every voîce an epîtap, and ten a îtte tune 29 he gîr wo cîngs to er moter’s skîrt at te poîng statîon 30 In îs ina year, my ater grew tomatoes. He knet 31 Every nîgt 32 One day 33 I am searcîng my baot or te nameess. 34 he îgt tat eaves te body în te mornîng, 35 Wen I gater wat te nameess et, 36 I read ît în an od book: 37

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Contents

IV. 39 I carry a ace 41 And î one I knew and oved soud eed 42 And I wî wonder 43 Is te cry a cry 44 Wen te answer cannot be put în words, neîter can te questîon be put în words. 45

V. 47 he passports o te tombstones 49 As a cîd I earned and orgot and earned agaîn 50 Bidden or unbidden, God abidet.So says te tomb 51 Bîdden or unbîdden, dream vîsîts te seepess man, 52 I ave a rîend wo ost te memory o a year rom îs cîdood, 53 he sme o smoke and roses în a bar, 54 To every înant, te daze o arrîva. 55 here îs te sîence o abundance and tat o abandon, 56 Out o notîng, te ire o aLuence and tat o ruîn. 57

Acknowedgments 59 About te Autor 61 Free Verse Edîtîons 63