Speculative Music: Poems
By Jeff Dolven
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Speculative Music - Jeff Dolven
How Do You Do?
All hands are out on the street today,
straining against the leashes of forearms.
Little concerned with us, they leap
to greet each other, tangle and clasp,
a subtle suction, like a kiss,
then off again in a friendly game
of overlord and underdog
we only understand in part.
Sometime later, folded in prayer,
or contemplation, right says to left,
if anything should happen to me
you’ll know, won’t you, what to do?
and left says to right, you’ve always kept me
friendless and illiterate.
We really ought to get them to shake,
but it’s not clear that they fit that way.
Folding Star
(a star rising at folding-time;
an evening star)
My book as it lapses into the bath
unminded, relaxes,
and now the stitches give, and the pages
petal and fan
as though it were being eased of some pain:
of someone’s pain
it had not known of. Soon the ink,
diluted, trickles
out with the slurry of cooling bathwater
prattling down
through a succession of widening pipes
to pool somewhere,
too cold now to bathe in, somewhere outside
where the sheep are gathering
past their bedtime—pausing to drink,
and drinking too much.
Above them an apoplectic star
turns on itself:
once and again, quarto, octavo,
impressively dense.
The sheep talk freely in the dark.
The foundering shallows.
O I have taken too little care of
care of this.
Frigidaire
I’m writing this from inside my refrigerator.
Increasingly, it’s where I go when I need to think.
It turns out that the light in here is always on,
and in this shadowless space, it’s easy to be good.
The obvious practical challenges are readily solved
with two or three air holes and a down jacket,
so I can focus on my main concern: that good,
being a single light reflected everywhere,
so bright and uniform you never see a shadow,
forbids you to know the many things that lie in darkness:
the insides, the behinds, of which the lying shadows
have an intimate and almost carnal knowledge.
Here, at least, I can take a proper view of the problem,
distracted only by that buzzing light, like a fly,
like a shadow you could pinch between your fingers,
pop into your mouth. It tastes like your mouth must taste.
The Whale-Road
For DGB
I set out early on the whale-road,
and it was a fine day for it.
The way was clear, and my hands were sweet
with ambergris.
I could tell he’d passed not long before:
a river of strong salt air
buoyant like an epsom bath
trails in his wake.
It lifts my spirits! I have high hopes
I’ll catch him yet on the whale-road,
for though he’s strong, he labors somewhat
up the hills
on account, I’m sure, of his carnival girth
and his hurdy-gurdy breathing,
those Sunday lungs,