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\"mackeyphoto\"<\/a><\/p>\n

To celebrate our event tomorrow with Nathaniel Mackey at 92Y\u2019s Unterberg Poetry Center<\/a>, we\u2019re publishing two poems from his latest collection,<\/em>\u00a0Blue Fasa<\/a>.\u00a0<\/p>\n

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STICK CITY BHAJAN<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2014\u201cmu\u201d sixty-sixth part\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0If I saw myself I saw myself
stagger. To see was to be in my
\u00a0 own way\u2026 Albeit to be went
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0without looking, see caught
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0look\u2019s
\u00a0 \u00a0delay, see saw possible miscue,
look-see made it so \u2026 If I saw
\u00a0 myself I saw myself stumble,
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0saw
\u00a0 \u00a0myself steady myself. Quick
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0step, leg stuck, saw myself
undone. Slipped on the stairs
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0I\u2019d
\u00a0begun to go up, lay flat on the
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0floor
\u00a0 \u00a0I\u2019d walked across \u2026 Insofar, this
was to say, as there was an I it was
\u00a0 no other, of late letting go no getting
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0out. I saw myself I saw, no parallel
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 track
\u00a0 \u00a0intruded. The voice I thought his was
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 mine, no if it was me, myself my
own Mira, my own sweet Krishna,
\u00a0 tongue\u2019s tip touching my ear no one\u2019s
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 if not
\u00a0 \u00a0mine \u2026 Sufic, sulfitic, resinous, a thin
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0wine tipped my tongue, took my
feet away. Black leggings moist with
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 leg-
sweat the taste of it, lost, I was no one
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 else\u2019s,
\u00a0 \u00a0Wrack Tavern wine\u2019s bouquet unremit-
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0ting, Wrack Tavern wine\u2019s bouquet
\u00a0 \u00a0 unmerciful, lost, I was only my own, I
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0lay
flat \u2026 Less than a second I lay there. I lay
\u00a0 looking up thru the ceiling. I lay looking
up at the sky. Stars were tiny pinpricks in
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0the blackness the nightsky was, black
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0leg-
\u00a0 \u00a0gings wafting the light they let in, Wrack
\u00a0 Tavern\u2019s acrid bouquet … The voice I thought
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Mira\u2019s inhered in lifted cloth, aromatic
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0leg-
\u00a0 sweat, cloth under cloth, underness above
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0me,
sky-high<\/p>\n

\u2028 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u2022<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0Home\u2019s near side far behind me, took
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0now a new name, I-Insofar. Voice
broke, I-Insofar resounded, ground fell
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0away
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 and lay at at the foot of a cliff, made,
\u00a0 as it slid, what I wanted moot \u2026 Voice
\u00a0 \u00a0 broke as all escort faded, legs I took hea-
ven to be, black leggings, drummed-up
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u2028equation of
\u00a0 leg stride and starlight, legs\u2019 lit recompense \u2026
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0It was I-Insofar\u2019s Insofar-I, late slope
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I stood stuck on, stood if not
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0stumbled, spliff-lit, metathetic
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0remit …
Beset by drums that were code
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0for
dreams, hair let down in the dream
\u00a0 they said I dreamt, spinning wheels
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0a music of sorts \u2026 Black leg-
\u00a0 gings beneath her sari, said the
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 exe-
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 gete, love\u2019s understudy, he quipped,
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 called
\u00a0 \u00a0 himself, love\u2019s upstart, I said, instead \u2026
\u00a0So the floor fell away to my right,
north I thought, umpteenth amendment
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0begun to go renegade, lacktone\u2019s
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 chatter
\u00a0 \u00a0 the country I came to, coming-to
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0the
\u00a0 glimpse I
caught<\/p>\n

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\"bluefasa\"<\/a><\/p>\n

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SONG OF THE ANDOUMBOULOU: 106<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 Next up we parked our bus in
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0a cul-de-sac, called it a day.
Naysay\u2019s conjure lay behind us,
\u00a0 nothing stirred. Being dead
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 will
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0be like this we thought \u2026
\u00a0 \u00a0 Sound and supplement fell
away and we as well. It was
\u00a0 our time to be upset \u2026 Tales
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 of
\u00a0 \u00a0 outrage regaled us now,
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0trumped-up fire we camped
around. There was a life not
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 the
\u00a0 \u00a0one we were living, dreams
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0lined up, we knew, no end \u2026
\u00a0 \u00a0 Lapsed moment not gotten
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 back
we thought utopic, thought\u2019s\u2028
\u00a0 \u00a0 fare now something we ran
\u00a0 from, thought\u2019s fare not
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0something at all \u2026 We
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0aban-
\u00a0 \u00a0 doned our book of the
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0immaculate moment, book
of Our Lady\u2019s pantied rump …
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0All was anger and we were
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0an-
\u00a0gry, gruff throats packed with
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0saw-
\u00a0 dust, no such thing as we\u2019d
\u00a0have said we
saw<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u2022<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 We walked like pilgrims not-
withstanding we sat, circling
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 the fire we sat around raging \u2026
\u00a0 The kingdom of the loquat
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 seed<\/p>\n

\u00a0 lay around the bend, bullet
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0and bomb\u2019s day soon
done. It was all bend, we
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0went
\u00a0 around and around, not
\u00a0 \u00a0 getting around it. The logs
were loquat branches, leaves,
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0lo-
\u00a0quats and all \u2026 Trumped-up,
\u00a0 \u00a0 the logs were unreal. We
\u00a0 \u00a0teased it out as we walked
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 a-
round in circles, erstwhile
\u00a0 \u00a0epiphany, made-up lament,
\u00a0 glimpse we got it might be only
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0that …
\u00a0Made-up religion was all it was,
\u00a0 \u00a0 made-up amends, gun-glad
Church of Saint Angry, made-up
\u00a0 arrest athwart the moment\u2019s
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 de-
\u00a0 \u00a0mise \u2026 We wept, so entropic
\u00a0it was, hands, even so, balled
\u00a0 \u00a0into fists. We were Nub\u2019s
polyphonic nonsemble, clumps
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0of
\u00a0 \u00a0noquats in our hands as we
\u00a0 sat circling, Nub\u2019s new council
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0of
no<\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0____________________<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 Say-it-again said it again.
\u00a0Someone said we were in
\u00a0 China. The reed orange
hovered above \u2026 We were
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