We Almost Disappear
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"An exquisite storyteller."The Southern Review
"David Bottoms's poems just get better and better."The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
"One finds here what one expects in a book of good Southern poems: clear narratives . . . evocative images, searching irony, and meditative poise." Library Journal
Rooted in the customs of Southern families and peopled with undertakers, bluegrass musicians, daughters practicing karate, and elderly parents, David Bottoms' poems are generous, insightful, and lean headlong into familial wisdom. Past and present interweave with grandmothers spitting tobacco juice, ponds "filled with construction runoff," and the boyhood home-site paved over for a KFC. This is Bottoms' most personal and heartbreaking book.
From "My Daughter Works the Heavy Bag":
A bow to the instructor,
then fighting stance, and the only girl in karate class faces the heavy bag.
Small for fifth gradewillow-like, says her mother
sweaty hair tangled like blown willow branches.
The boys try to ignore her. They fidget against the wall, smirk,
practice their routine of huff and feint.
Circle, barks the instructor,
jab, circle, kick, and the black bag wobbles on its chain.
Again and again, the bony jewels of her fist
jab out in glistening precision,
her flawless legs remember arabesque and glissade.
Kick, jab, kick, and the bag coughs rhythmically from its gut.
The boys fidget and wait . . .
David Bottom, Georgia's Poet Laureate, was inducted into the Georgia Writers Hall of Fame in 2009. He teaches at Georgia State University and co-edits Five Points magazine. He lives in Marietta, Georgia.
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We Almost Disappear - David Bottoms
1
And whoever remembers his childhood best
is the winner,
if there are any winners.
Yehuda Amichai
Maybe if I were a child again...
or could go crazy.
Miklós Radnóti
First Woods
Bump and jostle, the road falling fast into rut, ditch, washout,
pines cuffing the windows, and me in the cab
a constant bounce between my old man and my uncle
as we bring up the tail
of a caravan of trucks tumbling like a rockslide
leveling into splash and creek-bog,
then back-end swerve and up, and rear tires throwing mud
as my old man crunches gears in a field of orange light
where the sun falls in layers
through the splayed tops of pines...
and here we are on my uncle’s place,
tailgates dropping, cages
swinging open, the meadow of brown grass crazy with scent,
until one bark rises, circles and leads,
and the whole pack swarms the woods.
Buzzards over the field, and crows, then a circus of bats,
but mostly I’ve kept the jar and pitch, a clearing of cut hay,
the moonlight rusting a tractor, and off
in the black woods, that thing I never saw, dragging
those frantic voices.
Violets
Little wallow of snuff pouching her lower lip, my grandmother spits
into a marble flower box
and tilts a wide sprinkle from a rusted watering can.
Already this morning, August like a sweaty blanket grates the skin,
and the little African violets speckling
the narrow porch boxes
gore up purple in the heavy light.
1955, and my grandmother isn’t old, though she stoops at the shoulders
and treads what she calls the shady side of the