Disobedience By Alice Notley.

Format:

Book

Author/Creator:

Notley, Alice

Language:

English

Subjects (All):

American poetry--20th century.

American poetry.

Women poets, American.

Physical Description:

1 online resource

Place of Publication:

New York : Penguin Books, 2001.

Summary:

"Alice Notley has earned a reputation as one of the most challenging and engaging radical female poets at work today. Her last collection, Mysteries of Small Houses, was a finalist for both the Pulitzer Prize in poetry and the Los Angeles Times Book Prize. Structured as a long series of interconnected poems in which one of the main elements is an ongoing dialog with a seedy detective, Disobedience sets out to explore the visible as well as the unconscious. These poems, composed during a fifteen-month period, also deal with being a woman in France, with turning fifty, and with being a poet, and thus seemingly despised or at least ignored."--Publishers description.

Contents:

A Scarf of Bitter Water (July 30-October 6,1995)

Change the Forms in Dreams

What's Suppressed

Sun Is Very Near Hot and Buttockslike

I Suppose This Is All a Lefthand Path

Where Is the Babylonian Meter with Its Lovely Caesura?

CircorpseHelp Me Corpus Sagrada

The Islanders Remember That There Are No Women and No Men

Red FishEnuma ElishThe Forest/Swamp/Gorge/Alp HotelLana Turner at Versailles

"You" ... I Thought She Was Going to Be a Ghost Story"

Just Under Skin of Left Leg

"Have Made Earth as the Mirror of Heaven"

Left Side Liberation from EThe Strike (October 7-December 18, 1995)

Dante's Ass a Noble Prize

Particle Doll

There Isn't Much to Do If You Aren't Geology

And Still No Story, How Will You Know When It's Over?

More of the Assholes of Giants

Rita, a Red Rose, Hates Her Clothes

An Impeccable Sexism I Mean an Elegant Idea or Procedure Haunts the Stars

Breaking the Sound BarrierThe Morbid Managers Are Serving Trays of Charnel Flesh

The Big Slip on the Dead Woman Is Pink

Dancing into the Shadows of the Hideous Future City We Don't Think So During This Strike

White Rice Words Are the Means of Exchange

Seems to Be Heading for Mexico

Being with People a Cliche Eating Dinner

In the Motherless, Homogenized and E-Epistolary

Shit, Fire, and Crystal (December 19, 1995-March 9, 1996)

Breaking an Unsound Barrier ... The Veil Is, Like, Sexism or Is It Like It

Being WiggyExposing My Breasts So You'll

In That Room, In That Time, But Later

You Cover All the Windows with Your Manuscript Pages

Will Die and Die in So Many Ways, as Professional and Cultural Entity

Do I Have to Be Mad Now Later and Always

Lost the Plumbing Lost My Story Good

Oh Put Some Obscenely Concrete Nouns Back in Your Poems

Healthy and Foolish the Mainstream Stars of Kneejerk Joy and Despair May Win the Future

It's Dumb to Be a Member of a Dominant Species

People Could Live in This Town, They Don't But I'm Going To

My Hair Is Terribly Dirty and the Dress Looks Drab

Meet Me at La Chapelle for Some More Salami

But My Real Dreams Are Objective (Objects Made of Me by the Secret)

Don't Give Me Drovel, Give Me a Shovel (Popular Poem)

Open-Stomach WomanLeveling (March 10, 1996-June 17, 1996)

I Know You'll Make Fun of the Clothes the Magi Are Wearing

Crowded into a Breathless Bubble of Bad Thinking Our Poem the World Owned by a Few

Coming Down the Spiral Almanac Staircase

Could I Ever Share a Tableau with Miss January's Murderers?

Echoes the Past Fucks Me Over and Over

In Any Movie Whatsoever, in Order to Be Working Actors

Do You Want to Be Excellent an A Actress No Not That Either

We Should All Live Like Rocks in a Flat Field

Everyone's out After Some Emotional Action

Seen the Whale-Skate and Seen a Tomb

Keep Going Down to the Tomb

Not That Person Anymore, Mitch Being Ever Fainter

Four Scarves and a Lion (June 18, 1996-August 28, 1996)

Have I Been Here Before Is Something Unfamiliar

There Was Also Valium in the Drink, Placed There by Two Other People

I Don't Have Sympathy We're Equals

Pouring Rain No Love from the Weather Except in My Dream

Roaring Being a Given, My Roaring's a GivenThe Lines Fall Away Sometimes

The Subterranean Senses Are Already There in New Air

Remember the Station with No Name

Further Figuration of My Regressive Backash

Don't Think That Thought It Will Poison This Moment

The Longest Vampiric History Vs. the Soul

Please Don't Anyone Save My Life PassimLionA New Hairdo

The Chaplet on the Donkey's Head: Both Keep Dissolving

The One Thousand Arms of Poking and Pinching Love

The Usual and the Most Tenuous of Goodbyes.

Notes:

Preliminaries omitted.