To float, to drown, to close up, to open

By E. Alex Pierce
Categories: Literature & Language Studies, Poetry
Series: Robert Kroetsch Series
Publisher: University of Alberta Press
Paperback : 9781772124538, 96 pages, February 2020
Ebook (PDF) : 9781772124613, 80 pages, March 2020
Ebook (EPUB) : 9781772126426, 80 pages, August 2022

Table of contents

To float, to drown, to close up, to open – a throat

3 To float, to drown…
19 Full Moon
22 The boy. The boy is her beloved.
23 Medway River, Carousel
25 Nothing more lonely
26 The Creek

MĪthan, to conceal
31 A Dug Well
32 Tempest
33 The sky full of empty rooms
35 Bach Prelude: Reprise
36 Mīthan
37 Not wanting it to end
39 The fetch of the wind
40 It is in me forever
41 Vindauga

The Stanzas. Rooms.
44 You want to say the word chemise
47 It could have been that morning
48 The opening, the newness, as if it were now
49 In an afternoon, at your house
50 Not of you. Of the capturing
51 Now, on YouTube, the camera
52 Heat from the photo lamps
53 Enraptured. Christmas morning at your house
54 The two Polish chairs
55 I can still see you, us. Side by side at Logan Airport
56 Every Sunday morning we would set off
57 Something about the dark
58 What were they doing
59 Honey and locusts. A man in pain
60 In this last hour
61 The vulnerability that doesn’t show
62 Should I tell you now
63 Or have we lived it
64 It’s not the heart. It’s the cry
65 Lento assai, cantante e tranquillo
66 We’ve come so far
67 The boards are bare

Coda, Aubade.
71 The way white lilacs

73 Notes
83 Acknowledgements

Description

In this collection, E. Alex Pierce enters the territory of memory embedded in landscape where “language tied to the land” evokes the cadence of tidal rivers and creates a fluid world. She traces the fragmented childhood beginnings that lead to the formation of a young artist who moves from music, through theatre, to poetry. The passionate relationships and complex juxtapositions of art and performance that form an artist’s life find voice here in the symphonic structure of the long poem, the provocative individual prose poems, and the final stretched sonnet sequence that interrogates a lost love, “Still. Shimmering in the morning wind. And gone.” These fiercely poised works are layered and rich, with sensuous attention to line and breath: a major work from an accomplished poet.

And in that space of summer afternoon, the image born of sound
and light inhabits all her blood and bone, the mind ignites. She sees
the fire – space for her is stage now, theatre is the flame. She sees it
burning all the way back to the Sable River, the lamp, the voices,
the two old people, in the dark,
without wall or roof or post
or beam –
and even as her father buries refuse
in the cellar hole, turns all this under, she
seizes it, picks up her torch,
and runs.

—from the title poem