Sam Truitt
Demand = Becoming
Boogie Woogie
The Bridge of Awe Over the River of Wide Awakening
This Is Actually Happening
Sam Truitt is the author of Vertical Elegies 6: Street Mete (Station Hill, 2011); Vertical Elegies: Three Works (UDP, 2008); Vertical Elegies 5: The Section (Georgia, 2003); and Anamorphosis Eisenhower (Lost Roads, 1998). He is the recipient of a 2011 Howard Fellowship, two Fund for Poetry grants and the 2002 Contemporary Poetry Series Award from the University of Georgia. He holds a BA from Kenyon College, an MFA from Brown University, and a PhD from SUNY-Albany. He teaches in Bard College’s Language and Thinking Workshop. For more, visit www.samtruitt.org.
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Demand = Becoming
If it sleeps it has a lair : if it breathes it leaves a corpse to lie in dreaming of a place closed by walls with windows to look out & guard & open on a spring morning with a wife & child & cat in a bed you share —a fate—a place you make good— call it good to be to live to grasp these tantalized tangible facts dynamic diadem hedge “dom” in any style head space bodies prowl free to form unicorn white light against steel moth against the edge of the frame that is a fact there is no coming back from the picture at the edge of that loss that is un- utterable after all we have seen & gleamed to surround end be before everything flows through nothing is separate is so near it all
Boogie Woogie
The shape of the word hits the so & so & so & out the hard cold direct experience fact of the matter is frame shifts we can only describe what it is not become us waiting be not process as monster that pulls phrase apart heavy mutter drip- from point of everything ping matted to gain closer touch to go inside risen forward we can never know the sphere dividing we carry/care of space horizons fire awhile & as beauty combustion then hand it blindness twisting & brilliant & traveling on a part of us wrent in it
The Bridge of Awe Over the River of Wide Awakening
an interval a distant melody of discourse in period of human time what hangs off & binds hinges only what hang stars bind how to say thing is the thing wove to come always back to horsed man in the tree only the sky brief clearing of night full of moon at apex of snow flung through the houses no branches only what hangs what we are held in is beheld in but to be in words bits of broken glass with- out grasp every line a line through it up the steps of symmetry with- out singing “as though it is disappearing”
This Is Actually Happening
mold man mummy man rapture man muffin man writing through Caliban in the time I can break off—crumble in my hand of this island meaning sound I cannot make you see or be or x or inexorably leaps fate a flabby hole ground by bit of data it’s a small change (ground clockwise) to say everything & leave you nothing but intervals to open to close on “you must govern yourself” meaning difference between good art & bad art & you see I see we all see shit imagination hurts to hold inside image hurts collision hurts meeting that interrupts the text bursts under tyranny deprived of this island meaning sound
Sam Truitt is the author of Vertical Elegies 6: Street Mete (Station Hill, 2011); Vertical Elegies: Three Works (UDP, 2008); Vertical Elegies 5: The Section (Georgia, 2003); and Anamorphosis Eisenhower (Lost Roads, 1998). He is the recipient of a 2011 Howard Fellowship, two Fund for Poetry grants and the 2002 Contemporary Poetry Series Award from the University of Georgia. He holds a BA from Kenyon College, an MFA from Brown University, and a PhD from SUNY-Albany. He teaches in Bard College’s Language and Thinking Workshop. For more, visit www.samtruitt.org.
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