Ring of Fire

by Jarnot, Lisa

• ISBN13: 9781844710072
• ISBN10: 1844710076
• Edition: 2nd
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2003-09-23
• Publisher: Lightning Source Inc

Summary

Ring of Fire is a book of experimental lyric poetry in the tradition of American Poetry beginning with Walt Whitman and continuing through the Beat Generation, the New York School, and contemporary Language Poetry. Jarnot's work represents a synthesis of traditional modes of verse alongside more fragmented avant-garde writing practices. The poems in this collection resonate with homages to the metaphysical masters of the 17th Century while commenting on popular culture in the Western world.

Table of Contents

I. The Book of Providence	3	(20)
The Bridge	5	(2)
Dictionary	7	(1)
Tell Me Poem	8	(1)
Ode	9	(1)
Brooklyn Anchorage	10	(1)
What In Fire Did I, Firelover, Starter of Fires, Love?	11	(2)
Found Text	13	(1)
Autobiography	14	(1)
Still Life	15	(1)
Valley of the Shadow of the Dogs	16	(1)
The New Life	17	(3)
The Age of the Velocipede	20	(3)
II. Sea Lyrics	23	(32)
III. Dumb Duke Death	55	(12)
IV. Heliopolis	67
Suddenly, Last Summer	69	(1)
O Life Force of Supernalness of World	70	(1)
Ye White Antarctic Birds	71	(1)
Poem Beginning with a Line by Frank Lima	72	(1)
O Razorback Clams	73	(1)
Moo Is Om Backwards	74	(1)
Song of the Chinchilla	75	(1)
You, Armadillo	76	(1)
On the Lemur	77	(1)
Aardvark	78	(3)
Song from the Greek	81	(2)
Lake of Fire	83	(1)
The Song Between	84	(1)
Old	85	(1)
The Eightfold Path	86	(9)
Right View	86	(2)
Right Aspiration	88	(1)
Right Speech	89	(1)
Right Action	90	(1)
Right Energy	91	(1)
Right Mind	92	(1)
Right Labor	93	(1)
Right Meditation	94	(1)
The Specific Incendiaries of Springtime	95

Excerpts

Brooklyn Anchorage and at noon I will fall in love and nothing will have meaning except for the brownness of the sky, and tradition, and water and in the water off the railway in New Haven all the lights go on across the sun, and for millennia those who kiss fall into hospitals, riding trains, wearing black shoes, pursued by those they love, the Chinese in the armies with the shiny sound of Johnny Cash, and in my plan to be myself I became someone else with soft lips and a secret life, and I left, from an airport, in tradition of the water on the plains, until the train started moving and yesterday it seemed true that suddenly inside of the newspaper there was a powerline and my heart stopped, and everything leaned down from the sky to kill me and now the cattails sing.