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I Am Asking You To Look At Me, Touch Me, Talk To Me


I have this to say, Something was going to happen
and then it did
. Our gestures exceeded
the speed of light. They were practical
efforts. Practical efforts, such as raising chickens.
Such as, someone buying many hotels!
Such as, standing and standing. Processing
information in your sleep. When you build
a fire in the snow it’s a speculative treatment
of certain problems. I feel better when I feel
better. Let me explain the agreement. Or else
you explain impossible colors. Impossible
colors are a catastrophic visual failure
and not impossible. Not a ship sinking. A shore
out of shape. Some things will get lost. A neck.
The circle running. A true yellow blue.
There are always competing signals from one
system to another. There are options regarding
the ice. We can lick it or cross it. Further information
when you want it. Information always blinking.
A chime that rang. I fluctuate by night. I fluctuate
by night. In my head is a station where you
practice landing.


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Emily Pettit is the author of two chapbooks How (Octopus Books) and What Happened to Limbo (Pilot Books). She is an editor for notnostrums and Factory Hollow Press.












4 Comments »

  • Richard Lee Van Der Voort says:

    Nice poem! Striking! Very well done! Too bad there are so few readers and appreciators of real poetry in America. Or maybe in the world. Fortunately, the “impulse to poetry” as I call it is an innate dimension of consciousness, so poetry is not going to go away. It helps, though, to educate one’s tastes, one’s ability to appreciate poetry and other art-forms. I wrote poetry before I knew what a poem was and later became poet-in-residence at a college, then a university. Twice blessed. So I know something about poetry and the poetry scene. Poetry will survive, and the poet whose work I am responding to here is proof. I just wish America was not so illiterate as it now proves to be. But then “I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled…” Richard Lee Van Der Voort

  • T. Rogers says:

    Poetry is everywhere, though the elements are different. Poetry is pattern, but instead of syllables, we now rely more on musical notes, or ideas in film. They arranged in a way that makes them more than the sum of their constituents.

    Poetry is not gone, but forgotten. A decline in readership has led to an inability to recognize poetry in the world, but it is still there in many different forms.

  • there are so many rich and wonderful images in here. i just came to this and i am glad i did. in particular, i love the lines:

    When you build
    a fire in the snow it’s a speculative treatment
    of certain problems. I feel better when I feel
    better.

    and

    Impossible
    colors are a catastrophic visual failure
    and not impossible. Not a ship sinking. A shore
    out of shape.

    and of course the last lines too.

    options, fluctuations. practical efforts and speed of light movements. it’s all in here.

    this poem is sharp and gentle at once. i really like how you do that.

  • chelsea says:

    this is something i can see in film. i can see someone speaking these lines, they stand alone, they work as an exclamation or a soliloquoy, or as part of an interaction between two at some climactic point in the arc of the story. i love this. from one poet to another, this is great. it is sharp, and strong, and collected.

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