The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Wed 5/13/2009)

Another Plot Cliché

My dear, you are the high-speed car chase, and I,
I am the sheet of glass being carefully carried
across the street by two employees of Acme Moving
who have not parked on the right side
because the plot demands that they make
the perilous journey across traffic,
and so they are cursing as rehearsed
as they angle me into the street, acting as if
they intend to get me to the department store, as if
I will ever take my place as the display window, ever clear
the way for a special exhibit at Christmas, or be windexed
once a day, or even late at night, be pressed against
by a couple who can’t make it back to his place,
and so they angle me into the street, a bright lure,
a provocative claim, their teaser, and indeed
you can’t resist my arguments, fatally flawed
though they are, so you come careening to but and butt
and rebut, you come careening, you being
both cars, both chaser and chased, both good and bad, both
done up with bullets that haven’t yet done you in.
I know I’m done for: there’s only one street
on this set and you’ve got a stubborn streak a mile long.
I can smell the smoke already.
No matter, I’d rather shatter
than be looked through all day. So come careening; I know
you’ve other clichés to hammer home: women with groceries
to send spilling, canals to leap as the bridge is rising.
And me? I’m so through. I’ve got a thousand places to be.

Rebecca Hoogs

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Rebecca Hoogs is poetry’s dream date. She digs around in language, exploding words, and carefully crafts a poem-raft from the shards. “Cliché literally meant ‘stamped in metal’… I want to take language back to its original, concrete form and reanimate it,” I heard her say on the radio. Her poems dink around with multiple meanings, with the sound of language and what the words mean, but are solid, like rocks, in my mouth. Not only does she reanimate words, she brings all kinds of poetry to Seattle, sends poets into Seattle’s schools and inspires teachers and students of poetry at Seattle Arts & Lectures. She is wicked smart and funny and wears nice, sexy shoes and I am so happy that she wrote a whole poem about the word “suck” that ends with the line “I suck.”

Rebecca Hoogs' poems have appeared in Poetry Northwest, The Journal, and Seneca Review. She received her MFA from the University of Washington and currently lives in Seattle.

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About perfection?

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