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Impeccable Regret
Impeccable Regret travels terrain demonstrating that, as a result of the so-called postmodern impulses driving poetic discourse, culture has replaced nature as humanity’s defining context; that, within the paradigm of the twenty-worst century, the recollection of natural environments seems anachronistic or oxymoronic. The poems in this collection respond to the What happens when natural phenomena no longer provide solace and comfort? And how do we define both “self” and “other” in postmodern terms when the basis for such assessments fails on a grand scale?
To these ends, the poems concern themselves with the power of politics and the politics of power, both as they surround and confound the individual; both “I” and “you” in these poems transcend the local in order to undertake the divagation of truths with regard to the way in which, when two (or more) individuals are brought (or thrust) together, the dynamics of power and the political demand that one or more people dominate the others. Taking a stance far from the confessional mode, the work examines elements of our interior/exterior values while concurrently demonstrating how evaluation and devaluation control the work’s central how does one remain true to a common valuing of humanistic principles when the world, such as it is and isn’t, presses so insistently against each or all of us? Where do we turn when we wish to “disconnect”? Why does impeccable regret become so difficult to achieve, maintain, and sustain (or thrive beyond mere survival)?
In the words of Arthur Miller, “all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.”
To these ends, the poems concern themselves with the power of politics and the politics of power, both as they surround and confound the individual; both “I” and “you” in these poems transcend the local in order to undertake the divagation of truths with regard to the way in which, when two (or more) individuals are brought (or thrust) together, the dynamics of power and the political demand that one or more people dominate the others. Taking a stance far from the confessional mode, the work examines elements of our interior/exterior values while concurrently demonstrating how evaluation and devaluation control the work’s central how does one remain true to a common valuing of humanistic principles when the world, such as it is and isn’t, presses so insistently against each or all of us? Where do we turn when we wish to “disconnect”? Why does impeccable regret become so difficult to achieve, maintain, and sustain (or thrive beyond mere survival)?
In the words of Arthur Miller, “all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.”
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First published October 13, 2015
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January 25, 2022
Józef Teodor Konrad Korzeniowski;
Or, James Augustine Aloysius Joyce?
"The horror! The horror!"
The U.K. The Congo.
Now, when you enter
Heart of Darkness
You exit knowing
The former coming;
Testament torn; rivets
Twins towering down scorn.
The latter going.
Rad-Trad flowing.
You see ash, only ash
Gripping islands miraged.
* * *
He taught me
To say
I need you.
* * *
Who lives in the wing not visible,
Squarely opposite you, sad Voyeur
Of the Visceral? Think Velázquez.
Think signal-to-noose ratio. I, too,
Grateful, fateful. My Friend, it flows
Freely: His blood, ruined body, love.
* * *
Your infallibility and obvious gentility
Place you in that race through poetic space:
Forward, one more bloodied robin, skinsloughed.
* * *
Mind over mutter, bloodied entagnlements.
Matter? Mater . . . She blew into our lives,
Flew, actually, an adumbral vulture, soot-
Blackheart, break-battered, end-splittered.
Once a witch, always a bitchuman, mean
And calculating, shockeen, fly-sky screen
Where you cannae please the queen o' Bs;
And, her mindnight wingspite crushplanned.
Or, James Augustine Aloysius Joyce?
"The horror! The horror!"
The U.K. The Congo.
Now, when you enter
Heart of Darkness
You exit knowing
The former coming;
Testament torn; rivets
Twins towering down scorn.
The latter going.
Rad-Trad flowing.
You see ash, only ash
Gripping islands miraged.
- She Hands the Key to You, pg. 14
* * *
He taught me
To say
I need you.
- To the Boss, pg. 21
* * *
Who lives in the wing not visible,
Squarely opposite you, sad Voyeur
Of the Visceral? Think Velázquez.
Think signal-to-noose ratio. I, too,
Grateful, fateful. My Friend, it flows
Freely: His blood, ruined body, love.
- Cogito Ergo Doleo, pg. 29
* * *
Your infallibility and obvious gentility
Place you in that race through poetic space:
Forward, one more bloodied robin, skinsloughed.
- Scio Me Nihil Scire, pg. 43
* * *
Mind over mutter, bloodied entagnlements.
Matter? Mater . . . She blew into our lives,
Flew, actually, an adumbral vulture, soot-
Blackheart, break-battered, end-splittered.
Once a witch, always a bitchuman, mean
And calculating, shockeen, fly-sky screen
Where you cannae please the queen o' Bs;
And, her mindnight wingspite crushplanned.
- Dramatis Peronae: Enders Way, pg. 64
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