Periplum and Other Poems : 1987--1992

by Gizzi, Peter

• ISBN13: 9781844710737
• ISBN10: 1844710734
• Edition: 2nd
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2004-09-01
• Publisher: Lightning Source Inc

Summary

Periplum and other poems brings together Peter Gizzi's celebrated and influential first book, out of print for nearly a decade, with 60 pages of early and uncollected work, including the long poem "Music for Films." This new edition functions as a collected poems of Gizzi's work from 1987 to 1992. John Ashbery hailed Gizzi as "the most exciting poet to come along in quite a while." The vibrancy and immediacy of Gizzi's poems constitute 21st-century lyricism at its best, a richly complex music engaged with the crucial questions of and around contemporary culture. Michael Boughn wrote in the Poetry Project Newsletter that " Periplum reveals and shatters an unspeakably fragile world ... emerging with a new knowing, a knowing that matters, as in matters of life and death." His poems achieve a delicate balance of emotional and intellectual richness and the sense of poetry itself as a primary ground of human experience.

Table of Contents

A taste of verdigrisa

Taste of verdigrismilton

Keynesmodern realist

Keep-fit poemtwilight

Fishingfancy an indianpoems for lunchmichelangelo

Manufactured by the murdoch empirepere lachaise

Cemeteryinterpreting flying

Dreamsa piglet

Imperialismcititrixtwo for the zooflossing for fishhookssky tree

Wank starpost-itsnetworkrunning poet's heart thinks in free verse when it rains

Case study

Garbage Sleep the other tonight

Ba ba laa sdylan's bust the garden party dance of the victorian remote control progress

Poems 1,502: letter to rupert

Murdoch regarding his smile

601: punk

1,991: kiss my arse or I'll kick your head in

11: wittgenstein 1,336: 1938

227: lunch-break powernap

902: graduating

1,927: annual conference

1,394: the allies

743: thatcher & the brighton bomb

1,492: The Stand-Down Comedian

185: search engines

838: the class divide

764: painting the sky

1,291: beyond iraq

800: ivor cutler

1,772: a drunk man compares teenage pregnancies to a horse chestnut

192: suburbs train

659: cleaning habits

255: darwin

666: surprise visitations

592: theatre of war

1,906: bonnie & clyde

374: revisonist theories

433: the jogger

171: mobile phone games in first class

1,333: defining genre

555: george w. bush

302: indexing blighty

87: bakhtin's smoking habits

21: the martyrs

1,803: the lads

457: a perfect imagist poem

409: on the night bus

702: the union

959: television networks

1,857: media coverage

1,687: backseat activism

328: management styles

1,531: internet death of chris mccabe

278: genetically modified

819: barflies

526: some propaganda

972: pre-reading reception

189: vincent van gogh

1,111: ezra pound

911: self-referential poetics

1,174: industrial reminder

850: red label classification in the letter library

1,061: sunday morning

133: the office

50: james joyce

471: a particularised history of cocaine

1,002: rome a play in ten lines

299: thank you tony

1,463: michael jackson

986: winter

1,600: in england

701: maslow

1,094: billy the kid retires, marries & turns to poetry

1,744: the hippocritopotamus

842: wittgenstein 2

1,231: shopping

170: the divorce rate

1,192: osama bin ladenthe

Smog: London poems the london weather news

Untitled three london poems

Zone jogging in the country parkany normal day in dagenham london migration sequence

The Hutton Inquiryso every book is a car, then a new iraqi flaga late arrival crikey high-risk

Sunday league strategysome trinkets: for Sarahsome trinketsa note for sarah short woodslices

The girl who cried foxa christmas

Poemfairy tale: the wolf & the book uttoxeter delicious

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Excerpts

Poem for John Wieners I am not a poet because I live in the actual world where fear divides light I have no protection against the real evils and money which is the world where most lives are spent I am not a poet because I cannot sing about lost kingdoms of righteousness instead I see a woman in a blue parka crying on the street today without hope from despair I am not a poet for there is nothing I can say in smart turns to deflect oncoming blows of every day's inexistence that creeps into the contemporary horizon I am not a poet but a witness to bear the empty space that becomes our hearts if left to loiter or linger without a life to share I've seen sorrow on joy street and heard the blur of the hurdy-gurdy and I too know what evening means but this is not real-poetry is and from this have I partaken as my eyes grow into the evolved dark