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    Conjure
    Conjure
    Conjure
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    Conjure

    By Rae Armantrout

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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
    PublisherOpen Road Integrated Media
    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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      Book preview

      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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