Ross Sings Cheree & the Animated Dark
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A native of the Bay Area, Ross J. Farrar is an internationally renowned singer, songwriter, and lyricist for the post-punk band, Ceremony. In his debut book of poetry, Farrar conjures a narrative voice that evokes Alan Vega of the band Suicide and other New York school artists as he contemplates life outside of music. Farrar’s poems glide between hazy evocations of being young on the West Coast, working at an adult bookstore, and drinking with friends, alongside layers of darker experiences: visiting the graves of friends and loved ones, leaving Cheree, the 2016 election. He mulls over the lost landmarks of his youth in San Francisco and a relationship both heart-wrenching and ultimately failing.
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Ross Sings Cheree & the Animated Dark - Ross John Farrar
PART I:
All my friends in the bad part of town—they’re undone.
—Anna Domino
1989
The song went, Everything the world is doing to me.
Part of you wanted to turn away. How could a world do anything?
Sometimes it feels like the world is sharpening its knife, but
only humans can cut.
The wind turns snow into ice in flight & stings when hits. God,
it hurts. I’d walk home early in March, red welts from weather
that sang Cheree, Cheree.
There was hurricane Jerry & Don & Sara & Kyle, etc.
The earth quakes. After Loma Prieta, my father took me out
to the beach.
As we drove, I swear I could hear the crowns of homes cracking—
—people out in the street like 4th of July.
There was smoke, but no fire & the road to Bodega Bay, empty,
nothing broken out on the beach, no fallen, shattered glass.
The human world wrecked behind me & just ahead
waves like an usher pulling us in.
The Rotten Sun
Standing near my grandfather Jack
when he took his last breath, everyone cried
on Dutton Avenue. It was the Rotten Sun
that took him. I asked
my grandmother if I could have his pearl face,
Seiko watch. She freed if from his dead wrist &
dropped it in my palm like new car keys, then I
never wore the thing.
So many years later, Dennis got skin cancer too.
My father called him Layback & he was
our best family friend who always smiled.
Poor Denny shriveled up like a salted slug.
The Planet Moon, unlike the sun, never hurt anyone.
But if deprived of the sun, we become saturnine
& I never went on any of those whaling trips
Dennis planned—
he was overlord of the whales then. Dennis,
you were best when in the sun & I wish you back.
Jack, you were so very handsome.
Youth in Decline
Welcome to the accursed place. The accursed woman
sleeps with the accursed man & they make
the accursed child
& I knew a few of them, may’ve been one myself.
Willy Pennington where are you? Those dawning years
felt so unclean, hiding under the bleachers or near the train
tracks—no need in sight.
The unredeemable past, it stays there suspended
in time like a tree or a cabin or a bridge
trapped in a plastic snow globe.
The drift is love, yet so hard to catch. I find Cheree
late asleep, high after midnight, well after &
this response: We don’t want much else
once we’ve learned what we’re, that we’re
ugly & always in a row. But the ugly way
can sometimes be the only way—everlasting.
This is the power of youth. In the streets you scream
& your spirit—you don’t know—how it scares
whoever’s watching & some go running.
But when I was young, I’d had enough.
Growing
At age twelve, I carried around a copy of the Desiderata
in my little velcro wallet & would read aloud when sad.
"Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember
what peace there may be in