Wild Nights: New & Selected Poems
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Kim Addonizio
Kim Addonizio is the author of several acclaimed poetry collections, including What Is This Thing Called Love and Tell Me, which was a finalist for the 2000 National Book Award. Her poetry and fiction have appeared widely in literary journals and anthologies, including The Paris Review, Microfiction, Narrative, The Mississippi Review, and others. The recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship and two NEA grants, Addonizio lives in Oakland, California.
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Wild Nights - Kim Addonizio
KIM ADDONIZIO
WILD NIGHTS
New & Selected Poems
America’s Kim Addonizio has been called ‘one of the nation’s most provocative and edgy poets’. Her poetry is renowned both for its gritty, street-wise narrators and for a wicked sense of wit. With passion, precision and irreverent honesty, her poems explore life’s dual nature: good and evil, light and dark, joy and suffering, exposing raw emotions often only visible when truly confronting ourselves – jealousy, self-pity, fear, lust.
‘Kim Addonizio’s imagination is like a runaway train under perfect control. Nuanced, shaded and unshaded, her poems are bold, brave, respectful of the darkness, perfectly pitched, and virtually every one reverberates with a kind of wild tenderness.’ – Thomas Lux
‘Addonizio’s honesty and self-knowledge will pierce you to the core.’ – Carolyn Kizer
‘With a noir gusto, Addonizio’s passionate monologues draw you into the boudoir of narrative and keep you there until she’s finished. Her sleekly told story-meditations are both terribly familiar and wonderfully intense.’ – Tony Hoagland
‘Reading a poem by Kim Addonizio is like driving down a deserted road, late at night, and hearing a song on the radio so good you have to pull over. Indeed, this poet is tuned into all the joy and suffering for miles around…She is a poet of brave sensuality and intimacy, for whom the heart is an initial-scarred tabletop
.’ – Martín Espada
‘Like any good nighthawk, Addonizio finds Eros and loss inseparable, where they lurk in lovers’ exchanges and at the bottom of empty gin bottles. But these poems serve as affirmations too, in long lyrical questions-and-answers that push on into the early morning, braving last call.’ – The New Yorker
KIM ADDONIZIO
WILD NIGHTS
NEW & SELECTED POEMS
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
This edition includes poems selected from these books by Kim Addonizio: The Philosopher’s Club (BOA Editions, 1994), Tell Me (BOA Editions, 2000), What Is This Thing Called Love (W.W. Norton & Company, 2004), Lucifer at the Starlite (W.W. Norton & Company, 2009), and My Black Angel: Blues Poems and Portraits (Stephen F. Austin University Press, 2014), with the permission of BOA Editions in the case of Tell Me and of Stephen F. Austin University Press for My Black Angel.
The New Poems are previously uncollected. Acknowledgements are due to the editors of the following publications in which some of these first appeared: American Poetry Review (‘Sleep Stage’), Catamaran Literary Review (‘Here Be Dragons’), Fifth Wednesday (‘Divine’), Five Points (‘Plastic’), Great River Review (‘Last Lights’), Los Angeles Review (‘Dream the Night My Brother Dies’, ‘Pareidolia’), Poetry (‘Lives of the Poets’), Poetry London (‘The Givens’), Poetry Review (‘Party’, ‘Prosody Pathetique’, ‘White Flower, Red Flower’), PoetsArtists (‘Candy Heart Valentine’), Psychology Tomorrow (‘Florida’), River Styx (‘Idioms for Rain’), and Willow Springs (‘Postmodern Romance: Internet Dating’).
‘Divine’ also appeared in Best American Poetry 2013. ‘Darkening, Then Brightening’ was a Poem-A-Day selection from The Academy of American Poets.
CONTENTS
Title Page
Acknowledgements
NEW POEMS(2015)
Lives of the Poets
Scrapbook
Idioms for Rain
Plastic
Here Be Dragons
Divine
Seasonal Affective Disorder
Reel
Postmodern Romance: Internet Dating
Florida
Prosody Pathétique
Darkening, Then Brightening
Pareidolia
Party
Elegy for Jon
White Flower, Red Flower
Sleep Stage
Dream the Night My Brother Dies
Candy Heart Valentine
Last Lights
Name That Means Holy in Greek
The Givens
Invisible Signals
fromTHE PHILOSOPHERS’ CLUB(1994)
What the Dead Fear
China Camp, CA
The Concept of God
Full Moon
The Call
The Philosopher’s Club
The Last Poem About the Dead
The Sound
First Poem For You
Them
Gravity
Beds
fromTELL ME(2000)
The Numbers
Glass
Quantum
Theodicy
Garbage
Things That Don’t Happen
Night of the Living, Night of the Dead
Virgin Spring
New Year’s Day
Generations
Near Heron Lake
Collapsing Poem
The Divorcee and Gin
Intimacy
Last Call
The Promise
The Body in Extremis
Rain
Tell Me
Mermaid Song
Onset
‘What Do Women Want?’
Good Girl
Physics
Aliens
Like That
Prayer
One-Night Stands
For Desire
Flood
fromWHAT IS THIS THING CALLED LOVE(2004)
First Kiss
Stolen Moments
Blues for Dante Alighieri
So What
Muse
You Don’t Know What Love Is
Ex-Boyfriends
Death Poem
Scary Movies
Dead Girls
Eating Together
Cat Poem
February 14
It
The Way of the World
Chicken
Lush Life
Bad Girl
Blues for Robert Johnson
Fuck
Augury
Kisses
fromLUCIFER AT THE STARLITE(2009)
November 11
For You
Lucifer at the Starlite
Storm Catechism
Verities
Long-Distance
You Were
The First Line Is the Deepest
Another Day on Earth
The Smallest Town Alive
The Matter
Crossing
Weaponry
Suite pour les amours perdues
In the Lonely Universe
Merrily
Malice
Sui
My Heart
Semper
Shrine
News
Happiness After Grief
fromMY BLACK ANGEL: BLUES POEMS AND PORTRAITS(2014)
Cigar Box Banjo
Creased Map of the Underworld
Guitar Strings
Half-Hearted Sonnet
Radio Blues
Open Mic
Heraclitean
Queen of the Game
Harmonica
Please
Penis Blues
Spell Against Impermanence
Black Snake Blues
Northeast Corridor Blues
When Joe Filisko Plays the Blues
Salvation
The Women
Wine Tasting
About the Author
Copyright
New Poems
(2015)
Lives of the Poets
One stood among the violets
listening to a bird. One went to the toilet
and was struck by the moon. One felt hopeless
until a trumpet crash, and then lo,
he became a diamond. I have a shovel.
Can I turn it into a poem? On my stove
I’m boiling some milk thistle.
I hope it will turn into a winged thesis
before you stop reading. Look, I’m topless!
Listen: approaching hooves!
One drowned in a swimming pool.
One removed his shoes
and yearned off a bridge. One lives
with Alzheimer’s in a state facility, spittle
in his white beard. It
turns out words are no help.
But here I am with my shovel
digging like a fool
beside the spilth and splosh
of the ungirdled sea. I can’t stop.
The horses are coming, the thieves.
I still haven’t found lasting love.
I still want to hear viols
in the little beach hotel
that’s torn down and gone.
I want to see again the fish
schooling and glittering like a veil
where the waves shove
against the breakwater. Gone
is the girl in her white slip
testing the chill with one bare foot.
It’s too cold, but she goes in, so
carefully, oh.
Scrapbook
This is me, depressed out of my mind,
frailing the banjo, spilling red wine
on the white
king-sized
luckily hotel’s and not my
goose down comforter, this is me
walking and waxing nostalgic through the girlish shadows
of tall palm trees, the déjà vus
flying through the scene
suddenly, like those three
unnameable and therefore beautiful white birds.
This is me as a slowly-tearing-itself-apart cloud
and marveling
at a fire palely and flamily
emerging from a fire bowl, wavering
up through little stones of cobalt glass. The air
wavers back. This is me in love
with the beauty of blue glass in flames, this is me on drugs
prescribed by my doctor
as I try once more
to sneak into the night’s closely guarded city,
my hollow horse ready
to wreak my demons and Blue Morphos
on the citizens of my sleep. I am most
myself when flashing rapidly
my iridescent wings, drinking
the juice of fallen fruit. Then again
look for me under your bed
where the ugly premodern vampires
still hide. The undead and I are lying
in wait. We are very interested in you
though this is still me. We are unstable and true.
We believe in the one-ton rose
and the displaced toilet equally. Our blues
assume you understand
not much, and try to be alive, just as we do,
and that it may be helpful to hold the hand
of someone as lost as you.
Idioms for Rain
Wheelbarrows are falling in the Czech Republic
but in Wales, old ladies and sticks are landing
on the farms not yet carried off by owls,
knives and forks are clattering on the barns.
In the sky above New York City, one dark cloud
of dogs, one of feral cats, one of lawn gnomes
lined up with buckets,