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    Lances All Alike
    Lances All Alike
    Lances All Alike
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    Lances All Alike

    By Suzanne Zelazo

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    Modernist poet-painters Mina Loy and Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven had many friends in common (including Djuna Barnes and Marcel Duchamp), yet there is no record that the two ever met. Their non-relationship presents a curious “absent presence * in modernist history.
    Zelazo weaves lines of poetry by both women into an imaginary conversation, exploring the way their work has been suppressed, stitched, spliced, and edited by male editors and arbiters of taste.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCoach House Books
    Release dateApr 10, 2018
    ISBN9781770565340
    Lances All Alike
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    Suzanne Zelazo

    Suzanne Zelazo is a poet, editor, and educator. She has a PhD in English with a speciality in modernist poetry. Suzanne is the author of the poetry collection Parlance (Coach House) and is the co-editor of Body Sweats: The Uncensored Writings of Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven (MIT Press) as well as Crystal Flowers: Poems and a Libretto by Florine Stettheimer (Book*hug). She currently lives in Toronto. 

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      Book preview

      Lances All Alike - Suzanne Zelazo

      EXCISION I

      The Bisected Poems of Mina Loy and Baroness Elsa

      ‘Widows in Greenwich Village’

      Kissing—a—lap—yelping noise

      white flesh quakes

      morning—in—hallway

      Lethargic ecstasy of steps

      jazz—stutters maiden saplings

      penetrate

      —spiritual—tinkling

      high-strung ukulele

      groves of grace

      Electric crown crashes

      through shampooed sound

      Colossal absentee

      black-blue

      through starvation streets

      incurves

      Salacious survivor dragging

      kitchen stove bathtub

      Husband—

      how secretly you

      flutter

      conjure

      modulate

      This anemic devotion

      unfurled and leaning

      tropic and readymade

      Trailing the Moon Over Kentucky

      (To Djuna from the Two of Us)

      Stuffed maze—Moreover

      the moon— — —

      night pitched face to the skies

      intricate ménage

      Fluorescent pillar

      mould-steeped air—

      Corpse silver—circular

      spellcast

      looms dense and touching panic

      clogged beat

      of eardrum—

      thermal icicles

      coercive as coma

      maniacal river uplaughs—

      frail as this blooming

      Arabesque of Victory

      (an omen)

      Women or widows within uniform

      —honeysuckle fists

      Lapping tears sweep

      blue

      discover blossom fire

      under shady tree

      grotesque

      dove’s feather

      drumming

      sugar lake

      the cargo of our dissonance

      Ohio—Crab-Angel Carousel

      Atomic sprite

      perched to the west

      monster stallion

      on—river—reeds

      poplars

      revolving

      Circus sun’s caress

      something the contour

      of captured crab’s

      pearly claws

      Performance becomes her—

      juxtaposed hemispheres

      form a squat concubine

      azure and fervid

      Baroque calf en pointe

      —cosmic ballerina

      in effigy

      Chrysanthemum angler—

      brain sugar of sweet

      rose-flecked

      ebony cloud

      —gibes

      its manly legs

      masquerade of

      rainbow ice

      bite this tempest

      Startled

      orchestra

      crab-crashes

      to silence

      Sediment of summer

      Pity My Potency

      I enter the

      contraction—

      A circle

      in every direction

      Congested cosmos

      Prolonged Priestess of Intention

      nerve-scraped

      electric pain—

      delirium’s

      distorted mountain

      Sell her ink

      exotic actors

      in vacuum interlude

      giving life its feathered apology

      precipitating into glory

      pure

      this was—is—ever—shall—be

      Blurring

      stretched muscle

      —hushed halo

      ludicrous climax

      City Stir on Third

      I

      Dancewind disappear

      bronze careening

      Shadow bodies

      flower-stained

      with swish—

      Tree arms of neon signs

      lips ablaze

      hueless

      contorted tailor

      Moon riding

      eerie’s undress

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