Atopia
By Char Miller
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Atopia grapples with the political climate of the United States manifested through our everyday lives. Sandra Simonds charts the formations and deformations of the social and political through the observations of the poem's speakers, interspersed with the language of social media, news reports, political speech, and the dialogue of friends, children, strangers, and politicians. The Los Angeles Review of Books characterized Simonds's work as "robust, energetic, fanciful, even baroque" and "a necessary counterforce to the structures of gender, power, and labor that impinge upon contemporary life." These poems reflect on what it means to be human, what it means to build communities within a political structure it also opposes.
Tallahassee. Tallahassee. Tallahassee.
Your mist today is incredible
as it settles on this rose garden!
When the largest rose shook off its dew
and looked at me like a cartoon, I smiled back
and promised not to break his neck.
And here we are together again, walking in a park
that honors dead children. A tree planted for each child
on such a mild day in December. And how the dead
children stream through me, scrolls of them:
Lily! Rose! Bobby!
Kierkegaard says anyone who follows through
on an idea becomes unpopular. And also
that a person needs a system, otherwise you
become mere personality. He must not have
known very many poets, so prone to tyrannical
shifts in mood. Change in the weather is equal to
don't let me go crazy. In the car on the way
to school Charlotte says, "I like to be gentle
with nature because I like nature."
But my mind wouldn't rest, system-less,
as I drive through dread:
Lily! Rose! Bobby!
You're dead, you're dead
Char Miller
Sandra Simonds is the author of seven books of poetry: Atopia, Orlando, Further Problems with Pleasure, Steal it Back, The Sonnets, Mother Was a Tragic Girl and Warsaw Bikini. Her poems have been included in the "Best American Poetry" 2015 and 2014 and have appeared in the New York Times, Poetry, American Poetry Review, Chicago Review, Granta, Boston Review, Ploughshares, Fence, Court Green and Lana Turner. She lives in Tallahassee, Florida and is an associate professor of English and humanities at Thomas University in Thomasville, Georgia.
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- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5This book was a colossal disappointment; it was just a long, drawn-out tone-deaf and self-centered monologue. Not worth the money or the time I wasted reading it.
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Atopia - Char Miller
Atopia
When you think about it, mostly, a cage is air—
So what is there
to be afraid of?
A cage of air. Baudelaire said
Poe thought America was one giant cage.
To the poet, a nation is one big cage.
And isn’t the nation mostly filled with air?
Try to put a cage around your dream.
The cage escapes the dream.
I see it streak and stream.
Night is the insane asylum of plants—Raúl Zurita
Everyone dreams of the apocalypse, they are barfing
into their grief but I, love, dream of you, and I am old enough
to know this is not the apocalypse, and I am well-read
enough to know all of this was set in motion long
ago, plummet of seashells, the visions loud,
obnoxious even, yes, I try to ignore them, but to no avail,
the dead workers stream through my body, out my finger
tips towards the moon’s underlying reality, trumps, keys,
some move into hysteria then collapse or perhaps
this is a vision of souls surrounded by black clouds, layers
of breath, to close one’s mind to extraneous events,
life streaming from chambers, music as event and so,
love, I enter the scene before me, as many poets
have before, walk through the gates of the imaginative
space I have to create Dante, Milton, Plath, Lorde,
leave the body, leave the comfort and pain of the body,
enter the inferno, enter on the day of the Oakland
fire when thirty-six lives are lost, one life for each year of mine,
put my head to my knees, whisper, chant, sing, suggest,
rip up the text of my hair, the alephs of my hair,
my long black hair is a text and I will not cut it, my hair
is a parable, a fantasy, a stage, it is burning, turning
to snakes, witches, elves, it is an enormous
Frankenstein on fire and the warehouse went up in its mass,
and the body politic bled down, the dead queers, dead artists,
crisis of landlords and evictions, midwinter, I leave
this body behind, I had to see, I had to see what
was behind the mirror’s arrangement of energy
and madness, had to see through this furious parabola.
I am a terrible American
So suicidal
I am a terrible, suicidal American
who throws herself into your desiccated bank vaults
Yet I do not want America to kill me before I kill myself
I can’t stand my positive acquisitions
I throw them to the dogs like marrowless bones
I can’t stand my drinking
I hate the fires of money
I feel no nationalism
I feel no nationalism in my heart, my hands, my brain, or my pussy
I myself am worse than a rogue state
I feel peeled away from society
I will never leave my bed
I want to die in my bed with the covers over my head
The books I have written for other people sicken me like plague
The books I have written for so little money like a ghost tripping on the pavement to get to you
I will be forced out of my enemy’s hands like sweaty nickels in the wavy grasses
America, I am the moors you lack
My voice crosses you like some bleak financial awareness
I crash like a bombed-out calamity
I am no good for anyone
The vines of my thoughts are the cries of all the people and animals you kill
I am the home of the birds and that’s all I will ever be
Inside my heart is a boat of Noahs
The animals are cacophonous
I am the town washed away
I starve myself every day
I am the downed power lines of your literature
I spark up from the pavement like the jolting of a corpse
I am that corpse who jolts up and goes on a long walk
America, I am a long walk in your dying wilderness
I cross