Live from the Homesick Jamboree
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Live from the Homesick Jamboree is a brave, brash, funny, and tragic hue and cry on growing up female during the 1970s, "when everything was always so awash" that the speaker finds herself adrift among adults who act like children. The book moves from adolescence through a dry-eyed, poignant exploration of two marriages, motherhood, and the larger world, with the headlong perceptiveness and brio characteristic of Adrian Blevins's work. This poetry is plainspoken and streetwise, brutal and beautiful, provocative and self-incriminating, with much musicality and a corrosive bravura, brilliantly complicated by bursts of vernacular language and flashes of compassion. Whether listening to Emmylou Harris while thinking she should be memorizing Tolstoy, reflecting on her "full-to-bursting motherliness," aging body, the tensions and lurchings of a relationship, or "the cockamamie lovingness" of it all, the language flies fast and furious. As the poet Tony Hoagland wrote of Blevins's previous book, The Brass Girl Brouhaha, "this is the dirty, trash-talking, highly edified real thang."
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Live from the Homesick Jamboree - Adrian Blevins
HOW TO DROWN A WOLF
If your mother’s like mine wanting you honeyed and blithe
you’ll get drowned by getting evicted
since the mothers can teach with a dustpan the tons of modes of tossing.
And the fathers will lift your eyes too-early-too-open:
the fathers can creep up on anything when it’s still too wet
to cloister with their weeping and strand you like a seed
or drown at the carnivals with the can-do caroling
and storefronts and foodstuffs and annulments and Scotch
and off-handed fucking and walking out and moving on
until you’ve got the drift of wanting a whole river up in you
and got pretty much the gist
of you needing your crannies hot with a good man’s body-silt
until your head is stuffed with a pining for diapers
and the most minuscule spoons made mostly of silver
and Ajax too and Minwax Oh
in this the dumbstruck story of the American female
as a shard of terracotta and some driftwood in a dress
while howling at the marrow of the marrow of the bone.
THE HOSPITALITY
It all started when I got the inkling my parents were odd. I mean, after I could feel it. I mean, after I got the eyes to see I was missing an Easter dress because I was missing a God because I was watching All in the Family on the trifling TV, though don’t say we were lacking in turpentine. Oh, there were agents for anything we wanted! There was the agent for stripping
and the agent for bonding. There was the agent for cleansing when Mama washed our records in the sink while she mixed the marinade to douse the beef and somewhere upstairs Daddy mixed his paints and somewhere downtown Mama’s new boyfriend mixed the finish for some antique and some lawyer’s wife mixed the sugar to the salad for it was the South at the time and we were hot
were we not
and there was always something to saturate since this was the ’70s when everything was always awash such as the boys on the news in so much blood the blood somehow left Vietnam to grow over my eye a monocle so magic that wherever I was I could see everything such as the agent with which my parents killed the weeds that ravaged the yard and the agent they tossed into the tub
when they were done with the lawn and wanted only to bathe so they could dress and drink the agents they mixed with the other agents when the ten or so thousand thirsty men and women came to that house that was singing almost it was so cordial I mean lethal I mean mannerly okay and courteous all right and good and decent and sweet.
THE THEATRE PEOPLE
As I remember, they were enormous, like countless cymbals striking, each one in sickly separation the whole show coming through the door
with me as nothing-but-epidermis in the tub back when I’m nine or ten bathing during my parents’ parties while eyeing the pink robe on the iron hook
since the actors, playwrights, poets, painters, and windfall ass-biters would always have to pee or vomit or put the lid down and smoke a joint
and take a breather, I remember they’d say, while I’d