Drift
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What are we thinking at any given moment? What happens to a thought as that moment, on its way to oblivion, collides with its successor?
Rambunctious, witty, joyous, and bittersweet, drift is an investigation conducted by a truly unfettered imagination. In fluid, sparkling cadences, Kevin Connolly's poems let the mind's downtime have the stage for a change -- the desert sky transformed; Spring Break as viewed by passing skipjacks; narratives of danger and dream narrative; a meditation on the business end of a sea cucumber; figures of history disfigured and left to wander the consumer grid -- such are the entirely odd, entirely current events in Connolly's world, a realm that stands at an acute angle from the place we normally live in but which we all seem to drift into. As one of Connolly's own high-voltage sonnets states, what stops the heart starts the world.
In drift's constant juxtaposition of abundance and loneliness, we hear what it is to confront a new century, having quite likely failed during the last. We're reminded, by a voice unlike any other on the Canadian landscape, that our solitude is painful yet precious.
Kevin Connolly
Kevin Connolly grew up in Bailieborough, Co Cavan. In 1982, he opened the Winding Stair Bookshop and Café in Dublin, and in 1995, a second branch in Sligo. After a decade in the US, he has now returned to live in Sligo.
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Drift - Kevin Connolly
ABOUT A POEM
It’s all so glamorous — the waiters, the bookkeepers,
the chandeliers, the rock stars reviewing the Best
Westerns of the Arctic Circle. Between tables,
the actors are working on their motivation.
"Think of the steak as conflict, the three-peppercorn
sauce as a life lesson," a pretty blonde tells the maitre d’.
"It’s all about process, process is everything."
I’ve been thinking about the librarian as sex symbol.
Is it the spectacles, I wonder, or their removal?
The trussed hair, or its liberation — unkempt,
straying over eyes struggling for focus?
A waiter passes and I order a gimlet,
not because I have a clue what a gimlet is,
but because it sounds so damned Shakespearean.
Such are my whims, such are my frivolities.
It all reminds me of John Ashbery’s poem
The Tennis Court Oath.
Not the poem,
really, because who can remember poems,
except for parts of The Hollow Men
(and I don’t think that should count).
It had something to do with Cromwell or
the French Revolution — The Tennis Court Oath,
that is — though I’m actually reading something
completely different at the moment, Anne Carson’s
Autobiography of Red, which is so, like, Greek to me,
I wish it was The Autobiography of Red Skelton,
whose last name sounds a lot like skeleton,
reminding me I’d better drop in something witchy,
touching on mortality, perhaps, in the last
stanza here if I really want to pull this out
of its siren-screaming nosedive.
But I am no John Ashbery, no Bugs Bunny;
there’ll be no cartoon gas tank conveniently
run down to empty two feet from fiery ruin.
Time for another gimlet, I’m thinking, though it’s true
they’re going down way too easy, what with all
that crème de menthe, or whatever it is puts the
gee whiz into that particular gin fizz. Sure,
I could look it up, just like I could have looked up
the Tennis Court Oath, but where’s the fun in that?
As a pretty blonde between my ears reminds me,
it’s all about process. So what say you grab yourself
a gimlet, push the peanuts over my way, thank you,
and we’ll just kick back and enjoy the artistry . . .
ADDITION
It’s all amusing, until you’re
asked to laugh —
dancehalls, dunce caps, fence posts,
iron lungs, detritus
Snore it out between dreams, after horrors,
sweat wandering the neck —
bend it to a whim, a corridor, any
absence of composure
bone grown hard over emptying chest.
The lump on the springboard —
scent of anger, panic, then the inevitable
cannonball. A heart expands
despite itself: new rooms thundering over
the same stricken tenant
AND . . . SCENE
Citizens of earth, return to your homes!
Your lease has not yet fully expired. The stones
in the driveway are the same as yesterday’s,
though not verifiably those of decades past.
Yes, change is inevitable, the sea lions riot but
their numbers wane, just the diehards now clutched
around the embassy shouting the old slogans — no
one serious pays them any mind. Go home, I tell you!
Shrimps seethe in the bay. Angry, sure, who wouldn’t
be? Still, far from murderous as some of the papers shout —
not one tiny soul has called for blood. So, no worries.
Disperse and go about your normal business.
Nothing to see here but embers .