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Backwards Days
Backwards Days
Backwards Days
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Backwards Days

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Sly, comic, inventive, and exuberant, the brokenhearted lyrics and dark parables of Backwards Days are cast in the spirit and craft Stuart Dischell’s poetry is known for. In this, his fourth full-length collection, he revs up both music and experience and writes poems of emotional intensity that chronicle the restlessness of desire. Sometimes grim, ever buoyant and hopeful, even in the most sorrowful or macabre situations, the poems of Backwards Days are most particularly about the movement of time, physical movement, and the movement of the heart. Through landscapes both real and of the psyche, they live on the edge of an elusive understanding never quite gotten right.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherPenguin Books
Release dateOct 2, 2007
ISBN9781440619052
Backwards Days
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Stuart Dischell

Stuart Dischell's work has appeared in many publications, including The New Republic, Partisan Review, and Ploughshares. He has been awarded the Pushcart Prize and a National Endowment of the Arts Fellowship in Literature. He teaches at the University of North Carolina at Greensboro.

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    Backwards Days - Stuart Dischell

    Where Wires Tangle

    Behind the bookcase is a balled-up tissue

    A safety pin and the fur of a now dead cat

    (I don’t think I will clone him)

    There is a price tag for parts

    And a key to my old apartment (hello!)

    This is the birthplace of sneezes

    The depository of receipts

    Condom wrappers (yippee)

    And coins coins coins coins

    Here is a ticket stub from the ball game

    (Row HH) a quote from a roofer

    The business card of a dwarf

    (My father had me shake his hand

    At the side show) three bobby pins

    A toothpick a suit button

    Here lies a pen with a lady

    (She’s naked upside down)

    Mold resembling a fruit peel

    A postcard of the Rockies

    (How’s the weather down there?)

    An aspirin and a root beer barrel

    And a matchbook with a number

    (I did not write the name)

    To start a fire

    You

    Out on the leaf-blown yard where the wind has made a skirmish

    In the leaves, where the red and yellow and yellow and red

    Have arranged themselves in momentary heaps like drifts

    Of snow on the right and left of the yard still mostly green,

    Where each caught leaf behind the drainpipe running down

    From the eaves, each on the lawn appears slick as fresh

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