Fauxhawk (Wesleyan Poetry Series)
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This new title from Doller works in the space where dissent becomes materialized, ironized, and commodified. Engaging drone optics, redactions, renditions, comedy, and cinema, Fauxhawk wrenches exuberant music from the drone of the everyday. The citizens in these poems are fraught in their passivity, both ashamed of being and of being surveyed. Occupied by the material forces conspiring against poetry, Fauxhawk takes on the economics of writing, university bureaucracies, and complicit injustice. The poems in Doller’s thrilling new collection attempt to find their own tone amid the blare via formal innovation, carving a space where presence is signified, in hopeful and clarifying resistance.
the clunky dramatic volta still perceptible near the end of the poem, the empty silhouette of “discovery” and “the writer” the writer has not yet been able excise). Nevertheless, it may be observed that the anxiety inherent in this compromise with an imagined governmental audience and this extraordinary violation of aesthetic ideals is embodied throughout the passage of the poem: the spluttering shame apparent at the very notion of naming anything at all. 3. The only line of more than two words
necessary evil; in its worst state an intolerable one: for when we suffer, or are exposed to the same miseries BY A GOVERNMENT, which we might expect in a country WITHOUT GOVERNMENT, our calamity is heightened by reflecting that we furnish the means by which we suffer. >> Thom Pain Consider thee carefully what thou taketh for pain consider the care underwater eking half-breaths through a marshstraw hid from howling hounds who have considered thy every item: the sharkskin shawl the seahorse
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underpain of previous grid underpain of asymmetrical exercise underpain of ye underpain of Wrecking Crew underpain of dolly underpain of that exact window underpain of water underpain of over and over the crow cries uncover the cornfield underpain of play underpain of justice underpain without injury underpain of sidewheel birth underpain of tures underpain of purge underpain of dry bread underpain of windows underpain of 28 degrees underpain of pain underpain of how modern pain of underpain. [
This contemplation belongs now this expression of the curtains of the stove broiling beast. Thereforego intentions correspond to our set. I am preheated. A buzzer has it wouldn’t change a thing not the ironic district instance just what the which doctor implied. Not the scale, not the view from here to here. [ 64 ] Googl e Drive If someone is alone reading my poems, I hope it would be like reading someone’s notebook. A record. Of a place, beauty, difficulty. A familiar daily struggle. >>