Music and Suicide: Poems - Softcover

"Anyway, whatever... It's effortless" begins "Jade Ache," one of 24 verse and prose pieces from Clark's second precocious full-length collection. Clark's The Little Door Slides Back (Sun & Moon), completed in his mid 20s and published in 1998, effortlessly reinvented sexualized Francophilia and Black Forest fable for the info-drenched Clinton Eraâ€"making subversive little meanings that landed like bodily fluids on top of the global village's big tent. While less charged and less charming the second time around, this Music pipes an insistence on the dark, possibly doom-laden inventiveness of "easy" play. Miasmic sex acts, knowingly baroque diction, violence and appropriation of whatever concepts or gods will serve mark almost every poem, forging a kind of declaration of transcendence: "the sun to swell as in the fable/ of Jah's throb in a cherry aperture/ and flood the folds." Most of the pieces are lyrics that range from one to a few pages, beginning with a lament or apostrophe ("What I was lacking you brought back/ I was building a clean, strong structure/ and it cracked"), and opening out into "lobal foam and beams." At the center of the book is the prose "Shiva Hive," where the poet responds to a (fake?) unnamed interlocutor's idealizations of the poet-beloved with a theory of Eros that links magnetism, prayer, obsession, recognition, incompleteness and "my mother, who is now emerging from my bedroom doorway in her nightgown, her face beginning to contort." One of the very few younger poets to make FSG's list, Clark transmutes moldering mythos and archaic plunderphonics into present-tense jouissance and "lilac javelin."
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