The Pajamaist
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"Zapruder’s hip lyricism offers both the slippery comedy and a surprisingly grave, ultimately winning, commitment to real people, emotions, locales."—Publishers Weekly
Matthew Zapruder is a young poet reinvigorating American letters. In his second collection he engages love, mortality, and life in New York City after 9/11. The title piece, a prose-poem synopsis of an unwritten novel, turns all literary forms upon themselves with savvy and flair, while the elegy cycle "Twenty Poems for Noelle" is a compassionate song for a suffering friend.
Noelle, somewhere in an apartment
symphony number two
listens to you breathing.
Broken glass in the street.
What was once unglowing glows . . .
The Pajamaist is an intimate book filled with sly wit and an ever-present, infectious openness to amazement. Zapruder's poems are urbane and constantly, curiously searching.
Matthew Zapruder
Matthew Zapruder is the author of six collections of poetry, including Come on All You Ghosts, a New York Times Notable Book of the Year; Father’s Day; Why Poetry; and Story of a Poem, a National Book Critics Circle Award finalist. He has received a Guggenheim Fellowship, the William Carlos Williams Award, a May Sarton Award from the Academy of American Arts and Sciences, and a Lannan Foundation Residency Fellowship. His poetry has been adapted and performed by Gabriel Kahane and Brooklyn Rider and Attacca Quartet at Carnegie Hall and San Francisco Performances and was the libretto for Vespers for a New Dark Age, a piece by Missy Mazzoli commissioned for the Ecstatic Music Festival at Carnegie Hall. He was Guest Editor of Best American Poetry 2022, and from 2016 to 2017, he held the annually rotating position of Editor of the weekly Poetry Column for The New York Times Magazine. He lives with his wife and son in the San Francisco Bay Area, where he is editor at large at Wave Books, and teaches in the MFA in creative writing program at Saint Mary’s College of California.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Pajamaist is the second book of poetry by Matthew Zapruder. This book which has 21 poems blends a mixture of subjects on life, love and living. The title poem follows the path of an unwritten novel where a cure for suffering has been found. There are poems about birds, Canada and Haiku. A nice collection and very readable.
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The Pajamaist - Matthew Zapruder
I
Dream Job
Today abstracted
as a glass of milk
forgotten by a kid who went
into this interminable
rain to play, I was reading
up on the science of tracking
the movement of birds
through spring. It seems
just as for us says Professor
Martin Wikelski of Princeton
who each night for six weeks
with his team of researchers
captured and carefully
injected thrushes with double-
labeled water ampules,
for the birds a long
spring flight is painless
relative to the fighting
at rest areas that can really
drain the migrating out of you
I have so many questions.
First the doubly labeled
water technique. If on
a cool day a bird at rest
a nonflying bird
staying warm consumes
the same kilojoules
as two-and-a-half
wind tunnel hours,
how many isotopes
does it take to tremble
in the researcher’s hand?
What happens if overhead
in the clouds or laughing
at a joke about penguins
someone loses the birds?
Each morning the researchers
inject a small
portion of double water,
each evening
the blood reports,
to where they are going
the thrushes move closer,
the researchers follow,
soon they can go
back to Princeton
Twin Rivers or Hightstown,
say goodbye thrushes,
and it occurs
to me in my snow globe
surrounded with rain
on Water Street by the sea,
it’s possible all this
capturing daily
was for some other purpose.
Put down the paper.
I’m sure I can see
each week the team
growing increasingly
tender holding
the small thrushes they
probably had to name.
Go, Jerry, soon you will be
in Canada where
Neil Young was born.
Thank You for Being You
Poetry begins here. Brand-new summer
faces the academy of youth. Gold
division buys gold. Everybody grew up
in a subculture, overcoming presentation.
Explosive subjectivity, anxiety loops,
available light digging Manhattan.
When things sound alike, does it
make them sisters? Come dancing
bitter city, it’s only natural.
Carousel with its horses removed,
suddenly I don’t feel so abandoned.
I want to communicate with you,
I’m trying as hard as a human,
but the white space always stops
me. When they found him he was
holding a shovel. When I loved
you all afternoon, you were absent,
the neighbors woken, your cries
were the actual miracle. Defeated,
I tell endless bedtime stories, bounce
off others, understand power.
Even feedback can be helpful. Move
the radio to a slightly bigger
basement where it won’t be too proud.
Restless spirit, it’s you. You
are family, you are dark mysterious
helpful time for time to pull
in a little, curl up with some reasons,
and shut out the world.
First Time, Long Time
Those big oily birds cleaning
their feathers on the roof,
what are they called? The
radio crackles. All over
the city installations open
their white walls to greet us
with mystification. Blind
the grey arthritic cat leans
his clouded head on his paw
waiting for footsteps. Wind
plays the chime. How
can it be the first and last
time all at once? The old
woman hobbled out of
the school bus. So much
sun, dead middle of summer,
worse than it’s ever been. I love
baseball, it makes me angry
and hopeful for justice.
I once rode a boat all night
past the dark islands,
my fingers were playing
a tiny violin everyone heard,
no one knew