The Tower
By Paul Legault
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W. B. Yeats meets Gregg Araki at a gay bar.
The Tower is a "translation" of W. B. Yeats's The Tower—an homage and reinvention of the poet’s greatest work. Whereas Yeats’s book contended with his mortality as an aging spiritualist Irish Senator, this version contends with a new mortality: ours.
The poems in this collection crystallize the transition from Legault’s late twenties to his early thirties, situated in North America during a time of political upheaval. It takes each of Yeats’s poems as a starting point and queers them. It translates Yeats’s modernist urge, on the other side of a long century.
In her review of The Tower, Virginia Woolf says Yeats has “never written more exactly and more passionately.” One might imagine she’d conclude the same here. You can’t fault these poems for lacking passion.
Yeats used to talk to ghosts. His wife would let ghosts talk through her. They would talk to Yeats, and he would write down what they say. Another way you could put it is that Yeats talked to his wife. Ghosts are much closer than you think. They like to live in books. So Legault spent some time talking to Yeats’s ghost. Or, Yeats’s ghost talked to him. This is him talking back.
"Through Legault, the opening of Yeats’ words in the title poem shift and turn from absurdity to one of anxieties around ageing" —rob mclennan's Blog
"If you've never cared about poetry, you will after reading these modern-day renderings..." —Maria-Claire
Paul Legault
Paul Legault is the author of The Madeleine Poems (Omnidawn, 2010), The Other Poems (Fence, 2011), The Emily Dickinson Reader: An English-to-English Translation of the Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (McSweeney's, 2012), Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror 2 (Fence, 2016), and Lunch Poems 2 (Spork, 2018). He also co-edited The Sonnets: Translating and Rewriting Shakespeare (Nightboat, 2012).
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The Tower - Paul Legault
Muertos
SAILING TO BYZANTIUM AGAIN
1.
This country’s too young to think – beyond beauty
and public sex. Like birds or people,
dying’s gotten old. Yes, please,
like these thousands of mermen teeming upstream to marry,
like how blood oranges and pot generate summer,
flood my bed with an assortment of gold-plated iPhones
that they may represent the dead and this living
in a prosperous age fully loaded.
2.
Old people are like Pokémon.
They were free once before the civil wars
they waged inside Time, which is an imaginary country
of which they’re refugees. There are
training grounds for love in America
and virtually everywhere. They’re handheld,
so hold mine on a speedboat full of blow on our way
to the idea of 1990s Miami in your mind that I whisper to you called Byzantium.
3.
O minor celebs and major arcana
like vortices of yourselves blowing up endlessly,
burn through this glass wall, look Western,
and be what the soul follows like an addict of
the substance of the heart. You should always
you could just as easily
be transformed into a pigeon
as an owl as a dream as not.
4.
When I become posthuman, I’ll probably still read
poems about the human experience, if only
because their unnaturally formed connections
help get me off-track. Sleepy god,
dissolve like a song or a tablet
into champagne in your crowd of high priestesses.
Then sing that this is itself that sung thing
of what was holy, or is, or’s gonna be.
THE TOWER
1.
How will I do being old when I’m old –
having to use this same heart in its place.
Tell all my cells to be made of me younger,
Madonna. I won’t budge until time makes me
do it. God likes getting older
like an animal who escaped from the zoo
only to visit on Sundays with her children.
I never had a tail to chase.
I got bored in Plato’s cave,
which is to say I was young and stupid.
Once I’ve worn the imagined world out
like a cheap wig, conquered heaven
with you as my bride, Imagination,
give it up and finally teach me the hack
that lets you convert abstraction into life:
more of it. Or, fuck, just spill over,
heavy glass, as the fly caught under you flies off –
2.
– and onto my pale finger. I feel
like a Brita filter in the rain.
You make me want more stuff
like puppies and the heaven we make
of this feeling of getting things wildly in order
for once, because once we start
things stop – then don’t ever do that.
Kissing you is like asking the trees
to say something, and then they actually do,
they say TREES. Reflective surface,
I leave it to you to report any news
of what’s coming up from behind me reliably.
I’m generally disturbed
by the golden age of television, but I also feel
like I do about everything a little:
I like it. Let it come