a brand new assortment from a Kingsley Tufts Award–winning poet
Imaginary Logic is a brilliantly expansive, deeply meditative, and every now and then wildly innovative choice of poems that mixes Rodney Jones’s distinct storytelling skill, sharp social intelligence, and willing powers of commentary in a ebook that's wistful, satiric, audacious, and remorseless.
“The artwork of Heaven” opens with a parody of Dante and a down-home, twisted humor that Jones’s readers have come to depend upon: “In the center of my lifestyles I got here to a depressing wooden, / the odor of barbeque, childrens working within the yards. / no longer deep melancholy. This great hell of suburbs. / velocity bumps. the best way issues aren’t relatively paradise.”
Rodney Jones, winner of the nationwide publication Critics Circle Award, is considered one of America’s “best, such a lot beneficiant, and such a lot brilliantly readable poets” (Poetry). Imaginary Logic is the main eloquent expression but of his rigorous brain, scrupulous eye, and capacious heart.
Are denied; purely ask and rain may possibly fall, yet pancreatic melanoma will not relent, battle prayers cancel one another out. males cry praying the place i used to be born, cry as the demise fetus is gloomy, cry that Jesus suffered, loss of life for them, cry specifically not easy at altar calls. I see us in our early youth: guilt-ridden by way of masturbation, stirred by means of scripture, appropriately professional by means of hymns, sitting as stoic as Buddhas via parables of burning vehicle crashes and morning skid-row.
Coffin and sat beside it at the entrance porch his final years, complaining to somebody who handed approximately Social safety and hypocrites and church girls and negative preachers— other than that those are the manly tales my father may inform and being deaf he doesn't say a lot now although his brain is sharp as ever so we get mom to holler to him after we have no idea which highway to take or we can't settle an issue in regards to the identify of a 3rd cousin's moment wife's followed nephew,.
Heroin from addicts like toxin from a sting. Its church is consecrated within the spirit, and now there's even a bus to take you there: Christian university, Christian midway apartment. The little sanctuary has sprouted wings: staffed nursery, kitchen and cafeteria, ball courts, web-mastered Christian net, bandstand for Christian heavy steel, and widescreen Christian karaoke. yet not anyone shouts, it isn't that sort of church. The pews are walnut, the kneeling.
Had gnawed deep tracks. The Heaven of Self-Pity Clouds within the sky, rain at the streets— They have been conversing approximately formative years. Glum individuals, orphans, blind from beginning, who after unconscionable abuses in colleges and various foster houses have been followed by way of forensic psychologists. Of my very own formative years I recalled little. A sickly boy, I concealed and was once now not sought. whilst I performed lifeless, i used to be happiest. I fell asleep and was once gobbled through mice. frequently I struggled with a jammed lock in a vehicle.
seemed to males other than my extraterrestrial beings have been by no means gods. One used to be a shadow. One used to be a cottonmouth underwater. My alien in Sorrento was once a true lady, virtually a lady from early Yeats, yet in walking shorts, she moved down the stairs to the ocean— she was once from the earth, but in addition of the air, and, as she all started operating frivolously, a gentle rain from down the coast Amalfi begun taking the elements of her and stirring them into mist. i feel she was once a determine for hope or worry who got here into the area for a.