Corinna A-Maying the Apocalypse: Poems

Corinna A-Maying the Apocalypse: Poems

Darcie Dennigan
Copyright Date: 2008
Published by: Fordham University Press
Pages: 84
https://www.jstor.org/stable/j.ctt13x08h6
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    Corinna A-Maying the Apocalypse: Poems
    Book Description:

    Corinna, A-Maying the Apocalypse simultaneously celebrates and laments that we are butdecaying.Betraying a love of old poems and symbols and new words and forms, these are poems where the moon's spritzing its perfumes and the phlegm is thick and fastover cities and Starbucks and suburbs. The poet is in love with the rhythm of the man-made world, and the rhythm is so strong sometimes / it blows up the room.

    eISBN: 978-0-8232-4761-5
    Subjects: Language & Literature

Table of Contents

  1. Front Matter
    (pp. i-vi)
  2. Table of Contents
    (pp. vii-viii)
  3. Foreword
    (pp. ix-x)
    Alice Fulton

    Scientists at the Walters Art Museum are using spectral imaging to reveal the composite structure of the Archimedes palimpsest. Now the tenth-century Greek original of “On Floating Bodies,” a text scraped and overwritten in the thirteenth century, glows red beneath a later black script. Darcie Dennigan’s debut volume,Corinna A-Maying the Apocalypse, orchestrates its own spectral imaging in poems underwritten by lyric, narrative, pastoral, satire, and epic modes, poems whose lines are backlit by a numinous linguistic past.

    InCity of God, Augustine quotes Matthew: “Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and...

  4. Acknowledgments
    (pp. xi-xiv)
  5. one
    • I Sense a Second Heart
      (pp. 3-3)
    • The Virgins
      (pp. 4-4)
    • Eleven Thousand and One
      (pp. 5-8)
    • The New Mothers
      (pp. 9-10)

      I got a job working in the orphan hospital. Mothers were all I thought about then. What mothers did, what you did if you didn’t have one. Babies there never cried, not even the sickest of them, and that was not good, I thought. They did not cry because they got, somehow they got, that if they did, no one would comfort them. And I thought—I don’t know why—someone should teach them about comfort. So the other nurses and I wrapped some clocks in blanket scraps. Each crib got a bundled clock. To mimic a heart. Like you...

    • Baby Girl Names
      (pp. 11-11)
    • City of Gods
      (pp. 12-13)
    • Florid Gestures at Flo’s Grille
      (pp. 14-15)
    • Starry-Eyed
      (pp. 16-16)
    • Sentimental Atom Smasher
      (pp. 17-20)
  6. two
    • The Feeling of the World As a Bounded Whale Is the Mystical
      (pp. 23-30)
  7. three
  8. four
    • Orienteering in the Land of the New Pirates
      (pp. 53-55)
    • The New Constellation
      (pp. 56-56)
    • Song of the Tuxedo Rental Office
      (pp. 57-57)
    • The Last Entry in the Book of Blogs
      (pp. 58-59)

      The shepherdess held her head low as she asked me for paper. I have come down the mountain, she said, and her voice was not caught on the store’s security tape. Her movements, her heavy garments were not caught by the electric eye. It was late, the store was closing, but she did not know how to read these signs. No moon that night. That week, per the almanac, nothing but cloudy and raining. It was the sort of hot night when the city had blackouts, the kind of electric weather the almanacs would eventually predict. No paper, but reams...

    • We Will Meet Again on Other Pages
      (pp. 60-60)

      Subject: “do you know chelsa????”

      This is for all you hobos who live in abandoned castles—if you ever go online at the public library, please read this—my sister is missing. Social Security says she doesn’t exist, but she did. Missing Persons says she may have burned in a fire on a harbor estate, but no body was ever found. Someone has to stay home to comb through the family ruin and that’s me and my ruin is Chelsa, missing twenty-two years, last seen in jeans and jelly shoes holding a stuffed dog, liked playing ring around the rosy...

    • The New Song of Songs
      (pp. 61-61)
    • Sit on a Potato Pan, Otis
      (pp. 62-62)
    • Department of Tenderness
      (pp. 63-63)
    • Interior Ghazal of a Lousy Girl
      (pp. 64-65)
    • Bullet
      (pp. 66-66)