By Marge Piercy
A treasure trove of recent poems by means of considered one of our such a lot sought-after poets: poems that diversity from descriptions of the Detroit of her early life to her present lifestyles on Cape Cod, from deep appreciations of the flora and fauna to elegies for misplaced acquaintances and relationships, from a imaginative and prescient of her Jewish history to a hard-hitting tackle today’s political ironies.
In her trademark type, combining the elegant with the gritty, Marge Piercy describes the evening she used to be born: “the sky burned crimson / over Detroit and sirens sharpened their knives. / The elms made tents of solace over dirty / streets and alley cats purred me to sleep.” She writes in image, unflinching language concerning the negative, banished now through politicians simply because they're now not “real humans like corporations.” There are elegies for her peer team of poets, long gone now, whose paintings she cherishes yet from whom she can't aid yet wish extra. There are laments for the suicide of dolphins and for her liked cats, as she recollects “exactly how I enjoyed each.” She keeps to rejoice Jewish vacation trips in compellingly unique methods and sings praises of her marriage and the small pleasures of day-by-day life.
This is a beautiful assortment that would please those that already comprehend Marge Piercy’s paintings and supply a superb creation to it in the event you don’t.
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It was best like this. blue cheese and chili peppers these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar along her belly. ” there’s the one who dances with a boa constrictor and writes every four weeks, she’ll come, she says. and the 4th who claims she sleeps always with my latest book under her pillow. I whack-off in the heat and listen to Brahms and eat blue cheese with chili peppers. these are women of good mind and body, excellent in or out of bed, dangerous and deadly, of course— but why do they all have to live up north?
And then she slammed the car door. it was still 103 degrees. when I opened my mail I found my auto insurance company wanted $76 more. suddenly she ran into the room and screamed, “LOOK, I’M TURNING RED! ALL BLOTCHY! ” “take a bath,” I told her. I dialed the insurance company long distance and demanded to know why. ” I covered the phone and screamed at her in the bathtub: “LOOK! I’M ON LONG DISTANCE! ” the insurance people still maintained that I owed them $76 and would send me a letter explaining why.
Somebody else will have them and I will walk about in my floppy shorts smoking too many cigarettes and trying to make drama out of no damned progress at all. ” I told her she was crazy the cops would get us but she said, “no, it’s nice and foggy,” so we went to the park spread out the equipment and began working and here came headlights— a squad car— she said, “hurry, get your pants on! ” I said, “I can’t. ” one of the cops looked at me and said, “I don’t blame you,” and after some small talk they left us alone.