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In Ways Impossible to Fold

Michael Rerick

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Winner of the Marsh Hawk Press Poetry Prize for 2008
Michael Rerick: In Ways Impossible to Fold

Ways that may have been impossible to fold, in successfully folding here, grow from impossibility to possibility. Every idea in this book is a fold understanding how to increase area and flexibility within apparent confines (as in pop-up books). As scale shifts, large and small scale blossoming, the heart, the pulse—moments fold and unfold in a dance of patterns in which we and everything that exists participate, as impossible as that can seem. Consider how some folded material retains obvious memory of having been folded: creases, pleats—perhaps even when evidence is far more subtle, some evidence of having been folded imprints what has come together, every word marking mechanisms of encounter.—Thylias Moss.

The ceaseless deformations [of these poems] hover between organic and mannerist topologies. These terrific and brave poems entrust themselves to that wager. And you can too.—Tenney Nathanson

ISBN-13: 978-0-9792416-8-0 $15.00

 

(metal work)
This, publicly, takes a love story and unfolds geometrically
in ways impossible to fold. All around: a park. Inside:
hollow. The welts show, the granite pedestal moans a bird,
it jumps. At night it sings. The story of “what draws me to it,
personally” grows in the socket of a mossy eye, a field
of I-beams that float, pivot, tap, meow, or triangulate
the gravity of healthy problems. Rust meets another wind.
Light: a shiver and smile of wire mesh.


11
“It’s the way you make me underwater
suspicious. Not just breathablity
but the muffled sound rings traveling out.”

& they said the trees were acting squirrelly
&& it was always dusk at the park
&&& the lake never made a noise

I’m writing to remind you, little lark,
not of Dostoyevsky’s little stories,
or his little fits, but euphemisms.

“I got every part of everything said
but the last part. How post-post-modernist
blink theory led to post-criticism
of the outer part of the eye. I see.”

Then it happened: they sat over bread crumbs.