Rise and Float: Poems
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With the “corpse of Frost” under his heel, Tierney reckons with a life that resists poetic rendition. The transgenerational impact of mental illness, a struggle with disordered eating, a father’s death from cancer, the loss of loved ones to addiction and suicide—all of these compound to “month after / month” and “dream / after dream” of struck-through lines. Still, Tierney commands poetry’s cathartic potential through searing images: wallpaper peeling like “wrist skin when a grater slips,” a “laugh as good as a scream,” pears as hard as a tumor. These poems commune with their ghosts not to overcome, but to release.
The course of Rise and Float is not straightforward. Where one poem gently confesses to “trying, these days, to believe again / in people,” another concedes that “defeat / sometimes is defeat / without purpose.” Look: the chair is just a chair.” But therein lies the beauty of this collection: in the proximity (and occasional overlap) of these voices, we see something alluringly, openly human. Between a boy “torn open” by dogs and a suicide, “two beautiful teenagers are kissing.” Between screams, something intimate—hope, however difficult it may be.
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Rise and Float - Brian Tierney
Wormhole
All winter, the house groaned as in a very great depth,
so that I often couldn’t sleep. Then, one day, as if the inverse
of lightning, silence occurred, entrusted to the hour:
I became each minute, I became every direction at once
and fled from source and definite position, and returned
to my mother in plaid widow slippers, the blue flaking hallway
at the end of which she’d wrap gifts with the funny papers,
and I felt again the weight of her life shaping my fate—
When she paused, I paused. When she looked down I looked
as well, down, into the garden, at the material consequence
of a metaphysical truth: memorial flowers we’d planted,
then left. These rooms’ll outlive you I had told her once
in spite, when I was younger, not young, while she hung
our shirts above and around a busted upright to dry in the sun
of a perfect angle, in which to watch was to surrender
metamorphic mystery, but, equally, fear. Having set aside
changes I could think of as tracks to be followed, future
possibilities, arguments of a speculative nature, the roads
with nobody on them, and with no one to remember anyone
who was, I walked into that garden. When I bent to them,
the impatiens soured and gave a small yelp; some of them
had names I could not take with me. Night fell. The treasure
I thought at the outset was wholeness, was not wholeness.
A passing car went white as the head of a match, and was gone.
Howard Johnson’s
Four real pumpkins near the lobby door—
Their carved expressions sag
rural-sad, dissimilar, adjective adjective.
One eye droops. Melted angles. Smiles decaying.
Your cousin Rita’s, after her stroke. Her oblique stroke
smiles, you remember:
She was embarrassed.
My face is not my own, looking down.