LORINE'S TOOLBOX - EXHIBITS
"EXHIBITS" FROM LORINE NIEDECKER'S POETRY
TO ACCOMPANY THE ESSAY "LORINE'S TOOLBOX"
from Collected Works ed. by Jenny Penberthy, University of California Press.
EXHIBIT 1 (p. 194):
Grandfather
advised me:
Learn a trade
I learned
to sit at desk
and condense
No layoff
from this
condensery
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EXHIBIT 2 (p. 247):
Where the arrows
of the road signs
lead us:
Life is natural
in the evolution
of matter
Nothing supra-rock
about it
simply
butterflies
are quicker
than rock
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EXHIBIT 3 (p. 233):
Through all this granite land
the sign of the cross
Beauty: impurities in the rock
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EXHIBIT 4 (pp. 261-262):
Fish
fowl
flood
Water lily mud
My life
in the leaves and on water
My mother and I
born
in swale and swamp and sworn
to water
My father
through marsh fog
sculled down
from high ground
saw her face
at the organ
bore the weight of lake water
and the cold –
he seined for carp to be sold
that their daughter
might go high
on land
to learn
Saw his wife turn
deaf
and away
She
who knew boats
and ropes
no longer played
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EXHIBIT 5 (p. 114):
My daughters left home
I was job-certified
to rake leaves
in New Madrid.
Now they tell me my girls
should support me again
and they're not out of debt
from the last time they did.
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EXHIBIT 6 (p. 228):
I married
in the world's black night
for warmth
if not repose.
At the close –
someone.
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EXHIBIT 7 (p. 236):
The smooth black stone
I picked up in true source park
the leaf beside it
once was stone
Why should we hurry
Home
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EXHIBIT 8 (p. 196):
Our talk, our books
riled the shore like bullheads
at the roots of the luscious
large water lily
Then we entered the lily
built white on a red carpet
the circular quiet
cool bar
glass stems to caress
We stayed till the stamens trembled
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EXHIBIT 9 (p. 194):
Get a load
of April's
fabulous
frog rattle –
lowland freight cars
in the night
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EXHIBIT 10 (p. 205):
Return
the night women's
gravy
to the cleaned
stove
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EXHIBIT 11 (p. 283):
You are the man
You are my other country
and I find it hard going
You are the prickly pear
You are the sudden violent storm
the torrent to raise the river
to float the wounded doe.
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EXHIBIT 12 (p. 246):
Mergansers
fans
on their heads
Thoughts on things
fold unfold
above the river beds
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EXHIBIT 13 (p. 264):
I grew in green
slide and slant
of shore and shade
Child-time – wade
thru weeds
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