Acid Virga
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“As wildly visionary as it is linguistically alive, Gabriel Kruis’s Acid Virga drills down into the bedrock of American life to produce a book unparalleled in its exploration of how visionary experience and social upheaval collide in ways that are both transformative and annihilating.” —TOM SLEIGH
“If you’ve ever been conscious, and felt a little disturbed about it, of life as ancient and ephemeral or that falling apart is an integral force, this is a book to read over and over.” —STACY SZYMASZEK
“. . .a great affliction and affection inform Acid Virga, fast-moving with strophes like brisk moving cloud banks over the mind in your heart.” —MAJOR JACKSON
“Meanwhile,
in el mal pais,
leaned out on mucinex,
mixing dexy cocktails
in the haloed pharmacy
of the car...”
An unusually assured debut, Acid Virga is a memoir in verse cutting between a vivid Southwest upbringing and modern O’Hara hustle in New York City, deeply and seriously reckoning with the psychedelic heritage of religion and the psychological clarity of chemical consciousness. It is both thrillingly propulsive and dense enough to read again and again, always offering up something new. Language is boundlessly specific, evocative of states internal and external, reading at times like a melancholy memoir stuck between stations, an epic poem or even a philosophical tract, always a true and important record of our American lives as lived now—an endless and reliable ticker tape of the soul.
Gabriel Kruis
Gabriel Kruis is a New Mexican poet and educator living and writing in Brooklyn. He is a cofounder of Wendy’s Subway Reading Room and his work has been published in A Perfect Vacuum, PEN America Poetry Series, OmniVerse, The Brooklyn Rail, Atlas Review, Frontier Poetry, among others.
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Acid Virga - Gabriel Kruis
SAY
"Poetry’s air,
Money’s ore," Or,
"Poetry’s a kind-of
money,"
Say,
"Dirt & not copper makes a color darker,
It makes the shape
so heavy
& makes no melody
harder,"
Or,
Say there’s money but it rusted,
Say, Poetry’s not a luxury,
And, "I know I am space,
my body’s
air, Or
This is a shape,
a shape of blood beating & cells dividing,
But outside of this shape
is space,"
Say,
"Thus the air’s a luminous shadow
which accompanies
the body,"
Or,
Poetry’s the body’s body,
WATERFALL EFFECT
"As you are falling, your sense of
orientation may start to play additional
tricks on you, The horizon quivers in a
maze of collapsing lines and you may
lose any sense of above and below, of
before and after, of yourself and your
boundaries,"
Hito Steyerl
"Even the verse begins to eat away in
the acid,"
George Oppen
I’m trying to understand this poem.
Something I wrote a decade ago.
Not just the content of it, but what
I meant by it. What it means
about me. How every word arrived
to the page as a sigh, as if sotto voce
had been inscribed between the lines.
How my breath, humectant, when I
read it, seemed freighted with pollen.
The air, clotted with light. For it was,
in its every fiber, an ode or reverdie:
a paean to spring. And, apropos
of that fertile season, my mother
in the poem was pregnant, seemingly
for the first time and, presumably,
with me. Or, as I put it in its first
couplet: "Something blooms
in my mother / under the covers
she is a field of wildflowers."
While I find these lines—sanguine
as they are—alarming enough
in themselves, what’s stranger still
is how the poem seems to be set
vaguely in the desert. How already
my father a few couplets later
is, "A minister new frocked, /
Tending to his first flock," though
in actuality he was ordained many
years earlier and I am neither
the oldest nor only child, yet in its 8
confected pages there’s nary
a whisper of my siblings, of whom
there are 6: no J or A who were born
before me, nor C who