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Conjure
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A Pulitzer prize-winning poet “offers a glimpse into her visionary world in her stunning 16th collection. . . . [D]eeply insightful.” (Publishers Weekly, starred review)
 
Like magic, these succinct poems reveal multiple realities

Rae Armantrout has always taken pleasure in uncertainties and conundrums, the tricky nuances of language and feeling. In Conjure that pleasure is matched by dread; fascination meets fear as the poet considers the emergence of new life (twin granddaughters) into an increasingly toxic world: the Amazon smolders, children are caged or die crossing rivers and oceans, and weddings make convenient targets for drone strikes. These poems explore the restless border between self and non-self and ask us to look with new eyes at what we're doing.

“In this volume, Armantrout addresses topics familiar from her earlier work: the nature of consciousness, aging, the looming ecological crisis, the vacuousness of much of what passes for public discourse.” ―Simon Collings, StrideMagazine
 
Conjure offers a magic of its own, with sometimes sly and always unforgettable juxtapositions of the minute and the exceptional, elevated by the intellect, flair, and confidence of a poet at the top of her game.” ―Mandana Chaffa, Ploughshares
 
“Unsettling, slippery intimations move just below the surface of Rae Armantrout’s enigmatic and unforgettable new collection of poems. For the record, Rae Armantrout is my favourite living poet.” ―Nick Cave
 

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJul 26, 2020
ISBN9780819579379
Conjure
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Rae Armantrout

RAE ARMANTROUT has published eighteen books of poetry including Versed, which received a Pulitzer Prize, a National Book Critics Circle Award, and was a finalist for a National Book Award; Finalists; Conjure; Wobble (finalist for a National Book Award); Partly: New and Selected Poems; Itself; Just Saying; and Money Shot. Armantrout is Professor Emerita of Writing at the University of California at San Diego. She has been published in many anthologies, including, The Oxford Book of American Poetry, and Scribner's Best American Poetry, and in such magazines as, Harpers, The New Yorker, American Poetry Review, Boston Review, Scientific American, Chicago Review, and the Los Angeles Times Book Review.

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    Conjure - Rae Armantrout

    CONJURE

    How did the synthesis

    cross the abyss?

    In a sentimental story

    there is only one

    of something:

    one newborn,

    one moment, one

    once, embalmed

    in myrrh.

    All I want

    is not to be

    first on one side,

    then the other,

    but to conjure

    a stream

    of sounds and images

    for which I am not

    responsible.

    and maneuver within it—

    mouth and tail

    one thought.

    The sea, now full

    of cannibal

    jellies, blue

    if the sky says so

    UNQUOTE

    Take this cup away from me

    with its hints

    of ammonia and dill,

    oak or corrosion.

    Who knows, really?

    What might ammonia taste like

    to a different person?

    Roll that question

    around on your tongue.

    You’ve heard it before

    or something like it.

    The familiar is enormous!

    Red-shifted.

    I’m happy to think

    of this deep sleep—

    the sleep of the dead

    as a guilty pleasure

    I am

    getting away

    with

    PINOCCHIO

    Strand. String.

    In this dream,

    the paths cross

    and cross again.

    They are spelling

    a real boy

    out of repetition.

    Each one

    is the one

    real boy.

    Each knows

    he must be

    wrong

    about this, but

    he can’t feel

    how

    The fish

    and the fisherman,

    the pilot,

    the princess,

    the fireman and

    the ones on fire

    TOUCHED

    More than a fistful

    of stubby green fingers

    pushing up through gravel.

    And blades, hearts, clubs

    cut fine figures too.

    Each shape particular

    and pushy.

    Each a would-be

    template,

    I say.

    Pick me.

    I’m with the deranged.

    Something’s very wrong.

    There are masks

    in offices.

    Machines run the banks

    and the power company.

    If you aren’t my mother

    or my

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