- "A voluptuous vibration constantly stirs . . . in the most chaste of cities"*
. . .Buried beneath is the thing itself, risen to surface, strangers in "copulations and orgies."Maybe it's always a little bit about force.This is how one begins to shed traces of catastrophe.All our systems were turned off even though we believed incredibly divinely in the species."If one is sleepy let him go to sleep."In this way, the body is compelled by certain pressures as in crossing the legs and then uncrossing them. Punctum regarding imagined frame by frame.IMAGE: Can't quite catch it.Consensus in strange/strained motion.My mother's house was draped in washing and anointing, the ceremony of purity.Perpetual cloth.Exuberant whiteness.We can linger here a long time but we choose not to.Resistance in the form of simple mathematics.What am I going to do with all this stuff? There's no place to put it. [End Page 24]
Dawn Lundy Martin, Assistant Professor of English at the University of Pittsburgh, is author of DISCIPLINE (2011), A Gathering of Matter/A Matter of Gathering (2007), a chapbook The Morning Hour (2003), and a chaplet The Undress. Nightboat Books Poetry Prize, the Cave Canem Poetry Prize, and May Sarton Prize for Poetry are a few of her awards and recognitions. She is a founding member of the Black Took Collective, a performance group of experimental black poets, and a founder of the Third Wave Foundation in New York.
* From Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities.