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By Nathaniel Mackey

A stellar new choice of poems via "the Balanchine of the structure dance" (The manhattan Times), and winner of the nationwide e-book Award in poetry.Nathaniel Mackey's 6th selection of poems, Blue Fasa, keeps what the recent Yorker has defined because the "mythological conception" and "descriptive daring" of his intertwined serial poems—where, despite the fact that, "no past wisdom is required" for readers new to this poet's visionary paintings. This assortment takes its name from comparable black musical traditions, a West African griot epic as informed by way of the Fasa, a extended family in historical Ghana, and trumpeter Kenny Dorham's tough bop vintage "Blue Bossa," inspired through the emergence of Brazilian bossa nova. In sections Blue Fasa opens with the seize of the guts and the decision of romance, because it follows a band of tourists, refugees from historical past, on their incessant migrations via time, position, and polity, towards renewal.

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Shops closed, and the last train to Pittsburgh took off with that name. Icicles clung to the cut-rock along the highway. No letting up: the snow then snowmelt, rain. Upstream was bloated, a buckle close to bursting. Faulty dam and spillway. A buck or two off the cost for no drain basin. ” Yet, those thoughts comforted, it was the one thing we could have. 41 dzien dobry It wasn’t the tomatoes in the garden but a cardinal, dart-red, that grazed our attention. An old Polish wives’ tale says the bird signals someone is about to die.

Electronic conversion. Call it what you want—she was off-center in the head. Large numbers and an iron-penny taste in her mouth. We slept too easily in the wooden-lacquered house to notice. Humidity made the siding bloat and shrink—hot days, cool evenings. Cracks filled in with putty so the hornets wouldn’t nest. All the flowers drew them. I took the stinger out myself, cleaned up after the dog did its duty in the neighbor’s yard. She was pissing herself in bed, would soak the sheets, change, stay wired listening to the buzz of things.

Stomach stay flat, breasts don’t droop any time soon. Oh, body, you were once small 36 and resilient—you could shimmy through tight places. Mind, you were sparked; heart, uninjured. I am such a thing. Lazy day. Oh, wizened hickory, I too grow out of myself. 37 iii : : : hanging out the wash Because it covers you. Because you can’t disrobe the mind’s grudges. That wind-tousled sheet, the hemline breezing the dirt. Ankles, tendermarked thigh. Mica specks down the sun for closer inspection. Because no away comes without from, and the from is not without its own tangles.

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