The Blue Split Compartments
By Andrea Brady
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The Blue Split Compartments is a complex and powerful sequence of lyric poems exploring the relationships between military drone operators and their victims. Drawing on chatroom logs, military policy manuals, pattern of life archives, and accounts by witnesses around the world, these poems document the consequences of the perpetual and 'everywhere war.' With its sophisticated interplay of diction, rhetoric, syntax, positioning, allusion, and sonic quality, this book offers a linguistically virtuosic and deeply humane x-ray of the discursive and militaristic systems that join us in mutual dissolution.
Excerpt from "Opened"
This is the box, frozen against hierarchy
at a value of some $10m, simply a form of being;
surgeon's box, patient's wound,
an idea of enclosure that can fit any medium.
The gaze is on the side of things.
The angel of evil could not have done that.
A child is in heaven. The box is empty,
saying nothing but "construction." It really is
like swatting flies; we can do it forever
easily and you feel nothing.
Andrea Brady
Andrea Brady is an American poet and lecturer at Queen Mary University of London. She is the author of eight books of poetry including, Blue Split Compartments, The Strong Room, and Cut from the Rushes. She has been invited to speak about poetry by the British Academy, British Council, the BBC, the Arts Council, and the Poetry Society. Her work has been translated into numerous languages, including French, German, and Croatian.
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The Blue Split Compartments - Andrea Brady
OPENED
I think they should live our experience,
the tarmac an equality
mile after boring mile, the same white
strip, the same cats’ eyes, the persona
fades like early sleep and the hard
world goes on hiatus — it’s an eclipse
in thought, parentheses, a subject
dropped through a hatch,
and still the hurtling machine
the glass shelter the poisonous fire
darts around obstacles, each
a little cabin of self-preservation
only millimeters from catching death.
You go on like this, on autopilot, for months
simultaneously totally present
and a grating mass of absence, but able
to do that job which is not to die;
and then that dumb moment when you catch
yourself doing it. Had I been asleep, for hours,
my daughter floating in my palm?
I was so engaged in the number
plates and colors I forgot to recognize
myself as a soldier. Hardly breathing
I crossed two lanes, put on the hazards.
Snapping back exceeded the heart’s strength
to tolerate electrochemicals, my head
swam with the bright proximity of violence.
Some part of me must have wanted to.
Saying some part
locates that part as an alien object
tapped into my viscera that can’t really be found.
I sip water, take a cleansing breath, ease
off the pressure. Celebratory gold ribbons
of rain cut the mid-summer sun and anoint us,
but they are wrong to do so, the mountains
grilling like the roots of a tooth.
CLOSED
Confess to yourself whether you would have to die
if you were forbidden to write. If not, continue
movement to the bazaar, moving under
advice, in heavy cloud. Owning this
projection of our power as volume
enables us to manipulate
the soil and raise it up
in defiance of the tyranny of distance,
the highway hissing like a cat.
He said he heard my text
in the hall above the consulting rooms
my searching of the holes made by American
surgical and gross violences
in a different light,
as the weaponization of my own past
beating on the things I had been called to love,
the structures and the people inside them.
We were cocked & loaded to retaliate
when I asked, how many will die.
150 people, sir, was the answer.
Bending the azimuth away from justice
scorching vile bodies
this invulnerable mechanical soul pulses
on a slow single trochee to engagement.
Put Eid henna on your hands. Lately
come offers of compensation.
ACTIVATED
Sodenly both the good & the evyl
brake forth & flewe theyr wayes,
the good hovered up to heaven,
the evyll made speede to the hel,
and in ye barel of evyl remayned only hope:
& in the vessell of good was founde suspicion
And so it came to passe,
not unlyke as when men in darke nyghts
walkyng in Arabia do happelye treade
uppon some piece of yron or other cold thing,
are sodenly affrighted with feare
leaste they have hapned upon a venemous serpent,
& yet have not: even so the only suspicion
of good and evyll is that,
that perplexeth al mortal creatures,
because al that is good is ascended to heaven,
and al that is evyl, gone down to the infernall sprytes.
OPENED
Actual space is intrinsically more powerful and specific
than a flat surface. Anything in three dimensions
can be any shape, and can have any relation
or none at all. Just
as the substance of our universal rights
is transcended by the idea:
when you cut off the legs of a table, the table falls
but the form of the table floats forever in the sky.
In space we can pursue any possible
form of relation. The people of the Juba region
gather around the sacrificial girl,
her apron on fire, her fired face of clay
a color trace that was written by the curator and is being read
in another room. The jar she holds
the length of a thighbone is more rare.
She is a box and she opens one.
Somewhere an artist starts building new tables,
hammering out fan blades and motors.
FROZEN
The box levitates.
Its