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Feb. 25th, 2011 04:45 pmRichard Siken has broken my heart open. His gift, his voice, is outrageous, his sadness deeper than any dark waters, his desire for joy overwhelming. Here is one stanza....
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Hold onto your voice. Hold onto your breath. Don't make a noise,
don't leave the room until I come back from the dead for you. I will
come back from the dead for you. This could be a city. This could be a
graveyard. This could be the basket of a big balloon. Leave the lights
on. Leave a trail of letters like those little knots of bread we used to
dream about. We used to dream about them. We used to do a lot of
things. Put your hand to the knob, your mouth to the hand, pick up the
bread and devour it. I'm in the hallway again, I'm in the hallway. The
radio's playing my favorite song. Leave the lights on. Keep talking. I'll
keep walking toward the sound of your voice.
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Hold onto your voice. Hold onto your breath. Don't make a noise,
don't leave the room until I come back from the dead for you. I will
come back from the dead for you. This could be a city. This could be a
graveyard. This could be the basket of a big balloon. Leave the lights
on. Leave a trail of letters like those little knots of bread we used to
dream about. We used to dream about them. We used to do a lot of
things. Put your hand to the knob, your mouth to the hand, pick up the
bread and devour it. I'm in the hallway again, I'm in the hallway. The
radio's playing my favorite song. Leave the lights on. Keep talking. I'll
keep walking toward the sound of your voice.
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Date: 2011-02-26 12:55 am (UTC)Thank you for sharing this piece!
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Date: 2011-03-01 02:11 am (UTC)And yes, I like "that" Siken...but "this" Siken...I love.
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Date: 2011-03-01 02:16 am (UTC)Oh my, at the risk of asking a dumb question - what's the difference between the two?
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Date: 2011-03-01 02:20 am (UTC)That piece just isn't visceral enough? *shrug* It's nice, it feels a bit dry.
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Date: 2011-03-01 02:26 am (UTC)Hm, okay, I think I understand. Only I often take to the "dry" poetry :) I prefer abstract to the very personal.
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Date: 2011-03-01 02:37 am (UTC)It is interesting how poetry speaks to different parts of different readers. I tend to resonate with lines that hum in the brain - I will
come back from the dead for you.
I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead
That kind of thing...That's why your blog/collection is knocking me out. And Cave, of course....Words that act as weapons, words that cut through the gristle.
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Date: 2011-03-01 02:46 am (UTC)It is, very much. But what hums in my brain is what makes me think rather than feel. Puzzle.
he is looking at his heart, which is impossible, unless his heart is a metaphor for his heart, as everything is a metaphor for itself - I love these lines that aren't as much personal as they are generally applicable knowledge. If you want to call it "knowledge" ;)
But the appeal is just so different. Siken seems such an honest poet, it's hard to love one side of his work and not the other. (I recently got my hands on "Crush", and it's actually much more like the one you posted.)
So it's knocking you out because it's different to what you usually react to?
YES. I can't grasp how Cave, despite achieving such fame, remains so authentic.
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Date: 2011-03-01 04:48 pm (UTC)So...do you feel that Grinderman is still Cave remaining authentic?
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Date: 2011-03-02 11:44 pm (UTC)I actually think yes. But that might be because it took me fairly long to enjoy Grinderman ;) (and I still don't enjoy all of it.) If something's edgy, I'm much more inclined to say it's true. But it -sounds- authentic to me - the intellectual sarcasm of a man who has rebelled against so much in his past; performed without any romantic wrapping.
What are your thoughts?
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Date: 2011-02-27 09:07 pm (UTC)"Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. / These, our bodies, possessed by light. / Tell me we'll never get used to it." — Richard Siken (Crush)
http://richardsiken.blogspot.com/
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Date: 2011-02-28 11:46 pm (UTC)I subsequently introduced a friend to "Crush", and that line - again - won another one over.
A very good friend's boyfriend borrowed my copy of "Crush" and read that poem over and over again. Another one won over.
There is much power in Siken's poetry. There is much power in that opening poem "Scheherazade". There is much power in that line.
I've read it a million time (give or take...), and it stille gets to me.