Cheerleader's Guide to the World: Council Book

by Stacy Doris

Poetry. "In the way that Little Nemo never quite reaches his dreamland desires, the team players in Stacy Doris' 'cultural' gudie will never finish their game. They (and we) are suspended in the animated crackle of a postnuclear mythology. Classic texts--Mayan, Tibetan, New Jerseyan--are re-released as videogame. What is the job of an ancient lineage when future acncestries are bound to be bioengineered? Read this book for the stats and scores"--Jena Osman. Stacy Doris' books written in English include Knot, CONFERENCE, PARAMOUR and KILDARE. Written in French are Parliament and, semi-anonymously, LA vie de Chester Steven Wiener ecrite par sa femme, and Une annee a New York avec Chester. He has co-edited three collections of French poetry translated by American poets, and she is an assistant professor of Creative Writing at San Francisco State University.

Genres: Poetry

88 pages, Paperback

First published December 28, 2005

Reviews

[Lily · Rating 5 out of 5]

I wanna be just like Stacy when I grow up.

[M.W.P.M. · Rating 4 out of 5]

Cheerleader's Guide To The World: Council Book


Concentrating on my life's work about Money-Love-Writing (how they're the same fault) which involves Ancient Greek and Arabic metrics, I got to thinking of Pindar as a cheerleader so I started writing this which I thought would be part of that but it isn't really. Plus living here now in the West which means going to Central America to swim as often as possible. I started considering Mesoamerican time and its ballgames which bring me to our own.

N0t Righ+ N0w is based on the name of one of the grandfathers and fathers of the four great houses of the Lord O̲uchés in the Popol Vuh. I cast them as football triplets.

The leader is Laugh1ng M1rrors Puk1ng, short for Love Money Poetry.

I rearranged the word "culture" to "cultrue"
and "field", "filled", "filed" as interchangeable
There are a few variations on "leadership" as well.

The team and its town are known roughly as Twisted or Deception High. So everyplace here.


The text in general is a sort of sandwich-translation read-through of four books: Popol Vuh , Paterson , Tibetan Book of the Dead , and the Secret Autobiography of Jigme Lingpa .

*

This is about Our Country and Our Cultrue
since even before they were Ours.

That's why it sandwiches Popol Vuh Paterson
Tibetan Dead Jigme Lingpa Pindar

Rah rah

*

When I was a child
and it thundered I called
out to the corn not to be
frightened which helps but not
if Laugh1ng M1rrors tries it.
When the tv came to tell him
he'd been elected he was.

*

We cheerleaders are a bra
for the team: support support
as if girls
could be citizens
we mouth the tunes
of bellicose stasis
because time only seems
to advance and we won't

*

Everything's a big lie
except maybe its qualities
that nobody can recognize
because we see in globs.
Cheer leaders visualize in quantity alone.
Understand this N0t Righ+
N0w. Once there's no winning
you can score.

*

N0t Righ+ N0w
a mash of detail relying
on the filed huddled to curl
like a newborn
if there's summer or a breeze
one corn ear
branch enough giraffish
so an axis.
Only the shortest life is fearless.

*

You lazy idiots
why give your all
instead of just exactly
what it takes too idle
to calculate only
one speed full ahead
wasting you think
because there are
daisies you will flourish
because snow melts
we'll infiltrate

*

Where is what's ours? Come on
and name it. That's my cheer

sorta. What's true is all
that can't be formulated and this
is how N0t Righ+ N0w learned.
So went to meet the Team down
non-existent hills and such
to Twisted and Deception. It wasn't
their idea just inertia just where
we all end up: some kind of camp.

*

The team charts the field
in chalk pictures of moves
conducting to amounts of eternities:
a waste. Any place is not separating
imputations each spot's the vase
of Forever Young our State
where display equals juice
spread into those dense
populations we call outer.
The good vessel Blowjob
innumerably pigeonholed
lapis in the sky not outshone
for that: N0t Righ+ N0w couldn't
help but reach briefly. How potato.

[Erik King · Rating 5 out of 5]

We’re all pretty much made of cornflakes. What more is there to say? This book booms and whispers in my head like a museum of muse. Language altering. AI ain’t never gonna be in it. Rah rah rah

[evie]

i love being a cheerleader

[Louis Cabri]

A Bardo Thodol for the post-Hippie - and post-Hipster - generations.