Resurrection Refrains / Emily Carr

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dancing girl press, 2013
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 Emily Carr is passionate about artist books, Mary Ruefle’s essay “On Fear,” the rediscovery of Mississippi poet besmilr brigham, the sexual politics of meat, the limits of Achilles’ honesty & the problem of Chaucer’s spring, unposted love letters, cannibal chickens & a ship too late to save the drowning witch. Last summer, while Writer-In-Residence at Camac Centre d’Art, Emily composed Straight No Chaser, an artist book that experiments with “the poetry of fear.” Materials include a seafoam green Hermes 3000 typewriter, spray paint, scotch tape, a fold-out Athens city guide, & the insatiable appetite of Frieda, Camac Cat. Emily is the author of two books of poetry, directions for flying (Furniture Press 2010) & 13 Ways of Happily: Books 1 & 2 (Parlor Press 2011), three poetry chapbooks, a fiction chapbook, a Tarot novella, & a six-volume series of artist books. She lives online at http://www.ifshedrawsadoor.com/






“Squaring The Circle”
the star

Hydrogen & oxygen fall through trees.
Fat clouds & strange lightbulbs.
Fish shaped like tattered stars. Iridescent bacteria in the sediment of letters.

Cumulus boil. Church bells come again in wet speech.
On a wooden deck over water.
Rilke’s angels dangle from her ears. In lip gloss, no bra Liberty looks at you through glamorous tangerine grief, the frame of a faithful world all that vellum & grassgreen eyes which poets love & blonde hair matted.

Whether she says there can be mountains without invasion.
Angel, she says within the eye of the marigold. She is reading the lives of the saints: dying men pierced by arrows & women staring at the white leopards of heaven as flames lick their breasts. She likes the ornately lettered names, the early paragraphs yawning with martyrs, waiting to be tempted.

Listen: everything is holy, & works.
Choice matters exactly as much as it doesn’t.

For that brief moment sight sinks to depths touch cannot fathom you will not question—

(Why? I dont know but you feel it happening.
There is no death like this except (if you remember it) your baptism