Cuttings from the Tangle
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For nearly three decades, Richard Buckner has been traveling the byways of America, often alone and with little more than his guitars and notebooks. Now he’s sharing what he saw, felt, and found.
Long admired for his impressionistic and elliptical lyrics, Buckner has more recently found himself pulling off the road to furiously write longer, fuller pieces. Here is a collection of his story-like poems gathered by haunting the public and private fringes of America: fifty studies wrung from thin motel walls and passing hallway echoes; from exchanges overheard between happy hour and closing time; from casually caustic conversations in junker parking lots and hash house booths; and from lost opportunities and vague chance meetings—but also from distant narrators caught staring off to recall what refuses to be forgotten.
he’d swallowed her youth
in sips so small she wouldn’t notice
until it was eventually
but-remembered on dark afternoons
With titles such as “One More Last One,” “Everyone is driven unknowingly to their urges,” and simply “Work,” these are Buckner’s singular reports from a revelatory road.
reappraising
past decisions in renewable review,
demanded by the weight
of explanations that can still determine
what drove you elsewhere then,
now with no-where left
to wait.
Black Sparrow Press is proud to bring this remarkable debut work of prose-poetry to readers.
“During a career spent crisscrossing the country, Buckner has seen plenty. In all those hotels between here and there, at those bars and truck stops and lounges, he would sit and listen . . . Buckner puts that power of observation to good use.”—NPR’s Morning Edition
“Cuttings from the Tangle is not the work of a road-weary musician dabbling in another form. This book confirms a truth hinted at all these years in the language of his lyrics: Buckner is a writer.”—Literary Hub
Richard Buckner
Since the release of Richard Buckner's album Devotion + Doubt in 1997, Buckner has attracted and grown a loyal cult following for his unique avant-garde Americana. His work has long revealed a literary side: his 2000 album The Hill features poems from Edgar Lee Masters' iconic American classic Spoon River Anthology set to music. Cuttings from the Tangle is his first book.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A lovely little chapbook, inside and out. MacLaughlin's seasonal essays are one of my favorite things in the Paris Review, and it's nice to reread this on a sultry night a week after the solstice when summer is really settling in here on the East coast. A dear friend sent me this for my birthday last year and I read it but didn't record it; I think I was too unsettled to think about the seasons turning in 2020. This year I get it, and even though not all MacLaughlin's summer nostalgia hits the same notes for me—in the last essay she admits to not loving the summer, at least not in New York, and it made me smile—this is a real ripe peach of a book.
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Cuttings from the Tangle - Richard Buckner
Chemtrails Across a Privileged Smog
Unrestrained by the squalor of sentimental entrapment
& sworn to stay sentenced,
the congregation continues to hymn itself silly
confabulating a lineage miscarried to more of the same
children of children,
disguised in disguise
at unlit pageants of imagined-meaning
chaperoned by pedigrees with hackles raised,
crouched and growling where the steps lead
neither down nor up
only high away,
wired as low tides crashing,
burned-out on the porches of charter roadhouses
singed by zealot mantras,
militant by original sin,
willingly led to industrial seaways of flared refineries
engulfed in possession,
watering down the scraps in soft-lite
neighborhoods, rushing calmly
through jagged straits the lost stroll,
the swept-up maneuver
and the destitute quietly read-in
to the temperate elements all organisms search past
for provisional shelter,
where everywhere is the fray,
cruising empty towns sponsored by hateful believers,
green-lamped and gazing from behind
before turning on streets named after turgid all-inclusives
attempting to reframe the reflection of a malignant mole
itching near the taint of popped-collar-revivalists
welcoming crucifix-chokered worried brows,
tank-t’d puffy lids
and broken-nose piercers
lilting with badass drama and dismissed interest
in the body-sprayed journey of sandaled testes
leaving drunk in courtesy vans,
ditching rhinestoned wrists
tossing back flavored shots that die whining
under sacrificial hair-lifts,
boring the apocalypse into bringing on the rapture
early in the uncomfortably perfect evening,
as beach skippers park under night-fire curtains
buttressing narrow lanes of experiments in simplicity
with home-delivered marrow on ice
cherry-picked by donors and dogs-alike,
tonguing from eateries with costumed biker-toughies
who stay in territorial character
while heritage anthem veg-medleys score
sports précis jockeys and truncated auto ad celebs
flat-paneling beside neon brandings
above buzzing wide-loads swerving with to-go containers
past milestone vessels topped-off without tipping,
generational imposters
and expense account floaters
looking out from the bar over unplanned families,
unable to tell the shoats from the rutters
gulping midnight sweet teas
washing down their deep-fried blessings
in habitual conspiracy,
amassing at the fighting cage for replays of shame
eating violence.
Lodgings are loose and scabbing as the houseflies only crawl
up the stairs, pacing
all night, wondering too-late
how it got to this, drowning in the glowing
transmitted highlights of local galleria talent
shows with open-carry infants fearing their futures,
interrupted by farmer dating/hair loss sales forces
plugging between tele-faith skits of devotional-athletics
vested and sold on proxy-war pride pledges
barked, while leaning with drinks
from smoking-floor balconies,
to the ganglia screaming to piss themselves below,
splashing in the closed pool of their choices,
given and already taken away,
near sorority saucers landing in a dust of dissolution,
threatening in smacked intonations
that later on there will be either fighting or fucking
before scattering like Daddy’s-girl cockroaches
tapping out to spread the debris,
returning in a late blank to shared rooms
adjoined with bovine yell-slurred responses
no one will recall
heaving in the morning,
when a breakfast voucher-fascist bullies geriatrics
only cackling along just so they can get to the bacon
before dying of mediocrity, rewarded
as a motel desk clerk crosses the monitored lot
to remind a vagrant that only registered guests are allowed
to pick through the garbage of the musty
hallways blocked by limping luggage carts delivering baby
food and beer while a slow-passing call reports
I can’t run from the pain
relapsing in moments drifting on no matter,
conserved within the spoiling prescribed burn preserve
with open palms of salvation reaching out from the fearscape,
smearing chemtrails across a privileged smog.
Industry
Who brought you here blanketed in bending light
indirectly blazing from the treasure’s weighty brilliance
of innocent eclipses remaining,
patrolling the undermining empyrean terrain
deserted in colors left playing in the flume
conceived by drowsy gimlets only boring for a lift,
coughing on rocks gifted from lawless shafts?
I’ll bet you dragged your woozy senses out
climbing up for tricked compliments found caving-in,