December 20th, 2013 / 1:49 pmSean Lovelace
27 Points: The Louisiana Purchase
- Here’s a gift idea: a two dollar bill. They’re fucking cool. It’s so usual and unusual. Here’s another one: a book of linked poems.
- An analogy is a comic roast. YOU ONLY ROAST THOSE YOU LOVE. Same with shooting a book. I only shoot books I love.
- Damn, that woke the neighbors.
- Tiny compressed mythologies.
- Fun fact: Thomas Jefferson was a bad, sloppy dresser.
- Numbering all whacked.
- There is a running, weeping elephant in this book.
- Assembled from fractured myths, Westerns, Disney, fictions, child-hood memories, life abroad, and primary sources, what follows is my uneven, transitioning, and forever incomplete America.
- Once lost a lot of money in a Baton Rouge casino.
- Radio, horses, a telegram—all characters.
- But in the book’s tender final poem, “Words burrowed…,” the now-married couple sails a miniature boat in a park fountain, which they imagine swells “sea-wide.”
- There’s some meta shit in here. Oh yeh, snappity.
- Exquisite, sharp images at time, like two leaves falling into the bicycle basket of a girl pedaling past…
- Germinated in blood!
- But friendship is precious.
- To play. Have we forgotten the joy of pushing words about?
- Iowa 1806 needed two million nine hundred twenty-three thousand one hundred seventy-nine Big Macs and a Diet Coke.
- Ever inhaled New Orleans streets after a rain? Jesus.
- It is a historical artifact. A thing to carry about, like a Mason jar. It reminds me of Richard Brautigan, it do, the wistfulness, the naming.
- It also reminded me of Maurice Manning and that’s one hell of a compliment, folks. Read this book, if you are a panther!
- I am not a friend to a very energetic government.
- The moon arrives in a pair of red shoes.
- Drank so much in New Orleans my _________ went all _____________
- A compressed vision of history, in which time doesn’t offer any density, or reality.
- The winter blues move in.