National Poetry Month Day 2: Anaïs Duplan

 

 

 

Kingdom, “Shox” (2016)

          When it was 2016 it was 5 years ago when Donald Trump was elected I wish I
knew
          the word for it      is it treble, the balance of treble and bass here is really
wild it doesn’t have a middle       the texture of language I have to exert
                                                    but not in a masculine way I mean to revise
what I feel generously I know for a fact              there are Black beasts out here I
need grief the imprecision or, on the other hand, I’ve read B Jenkins so as to have so
much willfulness in me, so as to sit by the window when I talk to Shakeya
who introduces herself almost every time we speak
I like this idea in theory             in practice, severe.

 

Palm, Composite (2018)

Two hands are, for sure, attached to a body; two disembodied.
I’m not sure about one of them because it’s coming up
from a pock in the ground. The holder & holder, I mean haver
of two of the hands palms a knife in one & another hand
but isn’t attached to the holder, who holds a knife, a dog I want,
before we get too far, to make sure to mention I think
on the purposiveness of words: to bring this music to life,
as in a talk with my student                 about hip-hop. I do love
the thickness of the instrument, I offer
as it thins out. This man’s voice is lank, like it’s sandwiched
between tones & empties out slow. The idea
is pleasurable of a composite.

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Photograph of Anaïs Duplan by Ben Krusling.

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