Black Observatory: Poems
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With speakers set adrift in mysterious settings—a motel in the middle of a white-sand desert, a house haunted by the ghost of a dead writer, an abandoned settlement high in the mountains, a city that might give way to riotous forest—Black Observatory upends the world we think we know. Here, an accident with a squirrel proves the least bizarre moment of a day that is ordinary in outline only. The future is revealed in a list of odd crimes-to-be. And in a field of grasses, a narrator loses himself in a past and present “human conflagration / of desire and doubt,” the “path to a field of unraveling.”
Unraveling lies at the heart of these poems. Murray picks at the frayed edges of everyday life, spinning new threads and weaving an uncanny and at times unnerving tapestry in its place. He arranges and rearranges images until the mundane becomes distorted: a cloud “stretches and coils and becomes an intestine / embracing the anxious protagonist,” thoughts “leap from sagebrush / like jackrabbits into your high beams,” a hot black coffee tastes “like runoff from a glacier.” In the process, our world emerges in surprising, disquieting relief.
Simultaneously comic and tragic, playful and deeply serious, Black Observatory is a singular debut collection, a portrait of reality in penumbra.
Christopher Brean Murray
Christopher Brean Murray is the author of Black Observatory, winner of the 2022 Jake Adam York Prize. He has received awards from the Academy of American Poets and Inprint Houston, and he served as online poetry editor of Gulf Coast. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Bennington Review, Colorado Review, Denver Quarterly, New Ohio Review, Washington Square Review, and other journals. He lives in Houston.
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Black Observatory - Christopher Brean Murray
A WELSH SCYTHE
is better than a Swiss lathe
or a Scotch spade. I wouldn’t think
of using a Norwegian adz
or an Austrian sledge unless
it was clear that a Welsh scythe
was not available. Once I employed
a Belgian T square, which was enlightening,
though the results were less than impressive.
The Greek panel saw loaned to me
by a neighbor was hardly worth my time,
but in his garage I spotted a Slovenian radius trowel,
and that helped me in ways I could not have predicted.
Avoid Polish jackhammers and Finnish gimlets.
These items are not only dangerous,
they’re addictive. And rude. The French chisel
is a charming device. If the Welsh scythe did not exist,
this tool would be worth considering.
But it does exist. Therefore, I advise you
to fling the French chisel into the Seine
next chance you get. Yesterday
a man was bludgeoned with a Serbian mallet.
But that is not so surprising.
A famous sonnet was once written
about the Portuguese linoleum knife.
Still, the poet was third-rate, and he hanged himself
with the garter of his former mistress.
Spanish forceps: I acknowledge their originality and verve.
They could easily seduce a naive journeyman.
I, however, remain unconvinced
by the Italian whipsaw, the Hungarian bench plane,
the Danish spike bit, and the Russian boilermaker’s hammer.
In the 17th century, a brief skirmish
was fought over the Swedish putty knife.
But that is, at best, a footnote in a forgotten history book
glazed with dust in a blind machinist’s basement.
Much more significant was the appearance
of the Bulgarian ploughshare. Few now recall
the scandal prompted by this apparatus,
but I assure you: in its day it was radical.
As for the English, what have they given us but the grease gun?
And so, I, an Irishman, straddle this lonely heath,
gripping my grub ax, dreaming of a scythe from Wales.
LETTER TO KNUT
Knut, what do you want me to do
with all of these boxes? Why did you keep
so many? Most of them are empty.
One’s filled with photos of someone else’s life.
Knut, whose life is it? I thought I saw you
in the shot of the mossy fountain.
There’s a blur of dog leaping for a Frisbee.
There’s a guy laughing who looks like
Robert Kennedy. You didn’t know Bobby,
did you? You would have told me.
This box is full of soccer uniforms. Knut,
that’s just weird. Or were you a coach?
Is that where you went when you disappeared
before dinner? Were you doing sprints
with the kids? You were thinner
with each passing day. Did you leave your pipe
on the bench? Had you finally put down
that volume of Spengler? It looks like
someone hacked this box with a machete.
Were you angry? Why didn’t you tell me
when we were roommates? All those days
you spent shut up in your room, you could’ve
talked to me. I know I threw fits sometimes.
I didn’t mean to shatter your viola. I offered
to buy you a new one. I know: It