Farewell, My Lovelies: Poems
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Paying homage to the hardboiled crime-noir writing of Raymond Chandler, Diann Blakely’s second collection of poetry plays on the dark desires and lusty appetites that motivate and move us. Originally published in 2000, Farewell, My Lovelies delivers unflinching truths harnessed in musical eloquence. Within these poems, Blakely visits funeral parlors and lovers’ trysts; backyard barbeques and class reunions; the markets of the Yucatan and the death of Kurt Cobain.
With expert precision she is able to expose the soft underbelly of the American experience, laying it bare, displaying our vulnerability, old wounds, and still jagged scars. Her phrases burn brightly, touching on the outer boundaries of our shared sensory experiences—referencing the sacred and the profane, the banal and the extraordinary.
Diann Blakely
DIANN BLAKELY (1957–2014) was a former poetry editor at the Antioch Review and New World Writing. Blakely was also the author of Cities of Flesh and the Dead, which won Elixir Press’s seventh annual publication prize after being distinguished by the Poetry Society of America’s Alice Fay di Castagnola Award, given for a year’s best manuscript-in-progress.
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Farewell, My Lovelies - Diann Blakely
I
LAST DANCE
Not swans or flowers, these tulle-shrouded furies gliding
en pointe, their eyes blank in chignonned heads that tilt
as each glances at the hand curved on her breast,
black-lipsticked mouths hardened as the eyes shift toward
Myrthe, their merciless queen, who tells them yes,
Albrecht too, though his clasped hands beg forgiveness,
love’s betrayers must be danced to death, leapt
and spun till blood cools in his veins. That when tenderness
ghost-flickers those hollows where their hearts once beat,
they must look at that cradled air and remember
the babies denied them. Merciless, their black lips curl
as Myrthe flings Albrecht to his first unearthly partner,
then pirouettes offstage as Giselle’s starring bad-ass.
Acting ugly, said my family’s women when I squirmed
at concert halls like this, itchy in lace skirts,
or tantrummed during yearly perms. Acting ugly,
they’d say about these red-lipped girls in the bathroom
at intermission, blowing smoke and admiring
each other’s baby doll dresses, worn with fishnets
by the taller, whose peroxide-stricken curls droop
to her shoulders. A fucking bore, she pronounces
the ballet, slumps regally against the tiled wall,
a fucking A-i bore. Their mothers bought the tickets,
bargaining seats for Hole’s next concert, I hear too,
and through smoke glance at the black armband—Kurt Forever—
tied to the blond queen’s sleeve. We both saw his widow
on TV, screaming to mourners in phrases mostly bleeped,
her darkly-painted mouth condemning the ugliest act
she’d known—her husband’s hand caressing his own temple
with a gun’s cold and blue-sheened barrel after years
of their ghost-dance with heroin; and how they wanted
to fly higher than bodies lifted in roiling pits,
than those guitars’ amped keening snarl: Kurt Forever
and never again—an asshole, a fucker—formed
by the lipsticked mouth before footage cut to stills
of their child, eyes blank as the lamb’s propped beside her,
lips parted wide while her blond mother tried to hush
that merciless birth-wail, that transcendent fury
thumping loud and echoed in tiny blood-leaping veins.
THE STORM
Why shouldn’t I stay, whispered part of myself—
He’d stocked plenty of groceries for three,
Maybe four days. Red wine too, a whole case.
The ice, like a bright skin, had covered the trees
And main road to the nearest town. A wreck,
The car crashed, was what I imagined—there
Were things I feared more than adulterous sex.
And he’d touched me already, kissed my hair
And chapped lips: how much further could I fall?
Winds howled an old answer and I thought of
Francesca, swirling in that second circle.
Life wasn’t bad, for hell. Whispering love—
But not just for one night—through those great gusts
Of wind, God, shouldn’t she have been pleased?
THE CEMETERY BOOK OF CAROLINE MCGAVOCK
—Carlton House, Franklin, Tennessee
Gathered like rumors, clouds hung close
to the ground, whitened each dawn with frost.
When the battle started, she thought she heard thunder
then remembered the season and three past years
of war, remembered