Taking on the Local Color: Poems
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Cynthia Genser's landscapes, like those of D.H. Lawrence, are analogues of human emotions; her men and women exist in their effects-prototypes one minute, passionate and distinctly visible individuals the next. Person and place invite the reader into an adventure that begins and ends everywhere.
The language employed throughout is voluptuous, sensuous, yet precise. The appeal is to all the senses as well as to reason and intelligence: the poems, seamed with a difficult, sweaty beauty, stimulate every pleasure center. But pure language play also leads to hard, intelligent sense.
Of her own work, Cynthia Genser has said, "Although I belong to no special school or group, I align my poetry with the work of others aiming their metaphors at the banality and reductionism of our world-at the terror or planned obsolescence, Vogue Magazine, the threat of nuclear warfare. I cannot agree more with the Marxist Henri Lefebvre that poetry is the enemy and eventual victor in the war against 'terrorism' and the terrorist society we now live in."
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Taking on the Local Color - Cynthia Genser
Doubles
Fixed Foot
Sodden.
What sodden day we didn’t
walk in the rain.
You parading
your glorious head,
the last book’s last
sentence, read
on the first train
to town.
Il pleure sans raison,
my heart! here—
you never, after the first year, cared.
*
Lust, my fixed
star.
Both, how blue,
azure-headed,
my revolution.
To arms! To arms!
Two arms
to be held in,
mother, brother,
I cannot call you,
what—fellow sufferer
or spouse or
fellow dream-snuffer
or parasite, partner,
traitor
fixed foot.
*
The last sentence
of that book read:
"évohé, évohé, leaping
like young horses
on the banks of the Eurotas."
Meaning, you said,
they had freed their feet.
And you jumped up,
fell forward, head down,
skirt up, head over heels:
marvelous cartwheeler,
I remember
your legs flashed
scissorlike,
against the sky.
This is the fashion, you said,
to be free (adjusting your hat),
and you wet your mouth
and stared;
but you never really cared.
*
Music dreams:
Cars, battles,
axes.
If praxis be the gruel of love,
play on! Open
your starry door.
I throw myself
on all your shards
or lie
beneath your small, glass-slippered feet:
ecstatic.
*
What I want, you wrote,
is to get rid
of all this inwardly revolving.
One foot’s fixed:
you spin.
Or tacked up
to some lousy Cross, fall forward,
the hanged man
with a broken ankle—
it makes me spit.
Chère petite,
I wrote back,
"it makes me spit, too.
Let us make love with whips.
The Diva Club, at two."
*
Cars dream:
violins, thighs,
loss.
If gnosis be the fool of love,
drive on. Through desert
to the micturating sun
of wetlands,
the dreamy jungle.
How richly I deserve you,
little demon,
little love-thing, little
bloody foot.
Filing
I look for you.
The alphabet melts behind a palm,