Love Song with Motor Vehicles
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In Love Song with Motor Vehicles, Alan Michael Parker marshals a penetrating wit and sharp irony that mirrors that of Charles Simic and John Berryman. Parker’s robust imagination explores the music in places poetry doesn’t usually travel. His poems find their epiphanies early on, and, most strikingly, do not close at their endings but, rather, open.
Alan Michael Parker is the author of two books of poetry, and co-editor of two scholarly works, The Routledge Anthology of Cross-Gendered Verse and Who’s Who in 20th Century World Poetry (Routledge Books). In 2000, his poems were included in all three major volumes of "younger American poets" (Carnegie Mellon University Press, University of Southern Illinois Press, and University of New England Press).
Alan Michael Parker
Alan Michael Parker is the author of four novels, eight books of poetry, and editor of five scholarly works. Douglas C. Houchens Professor of English at Davidson College and faculty in the University of Tampa M.F.A. Program, he has received numerous awards and fellowships, including two selections for Best American Poetry, three Pushcart Prizes, the Fineline Prize, the 2013 and the 2014 Randall Jarrell Award, the Lucille Medwick Award, and the North Carolina Book Award. He has recently been called “a general beacon of brilliance” by Time Out, New York.
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Love Song with Motor Vehicles - Alan Michael Parker
Whoosh
My friend, my love, my onliest affliction,
Why so sad? It’s just one day.
And now, at last, come dusk—the light
Shredded in the valley o’er the battlefield—
We can climb the stairs to our amnesia,
Detonate the barbecue, and swirl inside
Our conversation built for two.
My dear, my favorite angina, now—
The moment, now—is but a splinter
Of our discontent, a jot, a mite.
Come. Hold my hand, and let us stop the shaking;
We are far from all our wanting.
My love, my ache, my doting critic,
Soon it will be night, and down below
The tents will each ignite in silhouette,
The mares will nod beneath their manes,
And the engines of war will drowse in their grease.
Come. From the balcony we can see
As the last of the day bursts into smoke,
Meat upon a spit, and rises:
Of the body, nothing more is made.
Come, my heart’s-ease, my fracas and my thrill,
Let us fill the air with all we were, strike a match,
And whoosh, delight in our daily dying.
I. The Work
Paradise
On his sixteenth birthday he almost
bowled a perfect game, everybody watching,
Mom turning from her fries,
one hand mid-air.
Three pins standing.
When he missed he walked away
without stopping, out into the lot
where the rain had ended, raindrops
pearled on the hood of the Honda.
He was finally old enough.
In paradise, one of the greatest joys
will be sadness. A feeling
lining another, like a fleece lining.
Some blue inside a little pewter.
From the parking lot he watched
the clouds turn over
above a field of soy beans.
The beans were ready, this weekend
he would make some money,
and then he would drink a case of beer
with his friends, driving around.
He was sixteen, he was happy and sad,
which were somehow the same.
Walking out like that
was even better than bowling 297,
everyone yelling and clapping
and he didn’t listen.
There was ketchup on Mom’s fingers,
she was wiping her hand with a napkin,
her mouth slightly open.
The look on her face.
How people got out of his way.
In paradise, sadness will be free of nostalgia;
no one will need a past.
He put his foot on the bumper, lit a smoke.
Maybe he wouldn’t go back.
Text
It has taken me forty years to admit
emotions have no words.
I express and repress, scrawl
vowels on a placemat,
test my artistry
against a poor drawing of the Acropolis.
Find me wanting.
Which is not to say that as a man
I am inarticulate by nature, or that the sunshine
moves through the sugar shaker
and then through me without stopping.
Or that even as someone who learns
in metaphor, I am much different from
the sparrow outside the Greek diner,
atop the crusted snow,
brainless with hunger.
On my walk back from town this morning,
I met a woman in her driveway,
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