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Rachel Moritz TUNING THE INSTRUMENT |
Earliest erotic memory would be a woman's voice comb like on back Spine is the wash Odd fixation on checkered floor paneling makes memory a delicious sound pattern Outside fabrics of other stories: hogs squeal across
the bay And so the sea opens a hundred leagues around a girl's
back, body
Would the piece after all function as an island? Like in furious adolescence when all raged against
those billboards Constellation of desired parts under which true The canoe wants to hug the island's shore No one departs or arrives In winter it's only dry tree branch and unsnapped underbrush This might be the other shore
For things, she troubles hungering Summer sheet And in the zap of midday some loose tree snapping The snap itself not loud enough, more like a lilt or
hook or a slight
To inhabit perception of nonperception or of Passivity Body giant chunk or trunk Inside the case, an elephant without tusks
Both equally difficult— It was her mother's best friend. Or the men gathered
Each early puddle and stepping over it and stopping Eroticism of wholeness ____ 'Tuning the Instrument' is part of a
larger manuscript concerned with the act of locating memory and identity
in time and space. Here, the 'instrument' is perception, as the poem considers
the place of gender, physical embodiment, and memory in the yearning for
a sense of the whole. |