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"If Coleridge, Plath, Ovid, and Celan started a love commune where they built a manifesto Molotov cocktail out of the pastoral, eros, blank verse, and kitsch: it would be this book. A true original, thrilling in her brash complex feminism and virtuosic in sound and line, Simonds writes of the lives and desires trod upon by late capitalism and poetry." -Carmen Gimenez Smith, 2015 Akron Poetry Prize judge
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Further Problems with Pleasure
A K RO NS E R I E SI NP O E T RY
K R O NI E SI NP A S E R O E T R Y Mary Bîddînger, Edîtor
Sandra Sîmonds,Further Probems wîth Peasure Lesîe Harrîson,The Book of EndîngsEmîîa Phîîps,Groundspeed Phîîp Metres,Pîctures at an Exhîbîtîon: A Petersburg Abum Jennîfer Moore,TheVeronîca Maneuver Brîttany Cavaaro,Gîr-Kîng Oîver de a Paz,Post Subject: A Fabe John Repp,Fat Jersey Bues Emîîa Phîîps,Sîgnaetîcs Seth Abramson,Thîevery Steve Kîstuentz,Lîtte Back Daydream Jason Brede,Carnîva Emîy Rosko,Prop Rockery Aîson Peegrîn,Hurrîcane Party Matthew Guenette,Amerîcan Busboy Joshua Harmon,Le Speen de Poughkeepsîe Davîd Dodd Lee,Orphan, Indîana Sarah Perrîer,Nothîng Fata Oîver de a Paz,Requîem for the Orchard Rache Dîworth,Rose AsyumThe Wîd John Mînczeskî,A Letter to Serain John Gaaher,Map of the Foded Word Heather Derr-Smîth,The Brîde Mînaret Wîîam Greenway,Everywhere at Once Brîan Brodeur,Other Latîtudes
Tîtes pubîshed sînce 2008. For a compete îstîng of tîtes pubîshed în the serîes, go to www.uakron.edu/uapress/poetry.
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I S B N: 978-1-629220-59-8 (paper) I S B N: 978-1-629220-57-4 (coth) I S B N: 978-1-629220-60-4 (ePDF) I S B N: 978-1-629220-61-1 (ePub)
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L I B R A RYO FC O N G R E S SC ATA L O G I N GI NP U B L I C AT I O ND ATA Names: Sîmonds, Sandra, author. Tîte: Further probems wîth peasure / Sandra Sîmonds. Descrîptîon: Akron, Ohîo : Unîversîty of Akron Press, [2017] | Serîes: Akron serîes în poetry Identîiers: LCCN 2016042859| ISBN 9781629220598 (pbk. : ak. paper) | ISBN 9781629220574 (hardcover : ak. paper) Cassîicatîon: LCC PS3619.I5627 A6 2017 | DDC 811/.6—dc23 LC record avaîabe at https://ccn.oc.gov/2016042859
∞The paper used în thîs pubîcatîon meets the mînîmum requîrements ofA N S I/N I S Oz39.48–1992 (Permanence of Paper).
Cover: W. Keîth McManus. Reproduced wîth permîssîon. Cover desîgn by Shanna Compton.
Further Probems wîth Peasurewas desîgned and typeset în Joanna wîth Raeway dîspay by Amy Frees and prînted on sîxty-pound natura and bound by Bookmasters of Ashand, Ohîo.
Contents
Poetry Is Stupîd and I Want to Dîe Sprîng Dîrge A Poem for Crîmînas and Constructîon Workers A Lover’s Dîscourse Further Probems wîth Peasure A Song for Paperweîghts Fun Cothes: A Gothîc Our Lady of Perpetua Hep A Poem for Joe Further Probems wîth Peasure The Woman wîth the Foreîgn Accent The Baudeaîre Varîatîons 1. Destructîon 2. A Martyr 3. Eros and the Sku 4. The Abatross 5. Jewes 6. The Possessed 7. Exotîc Perfume 8. I Love Wîne! 9. Aegory 10. Metamorphosîs of the Vampîre 11. Damned Ladîes 12. The Fountaîn of Bood 13. Voyage to Cythera 14. The Sîck Muse 15. Eternîty 16. Thîs Stuff Is Poîson and It’s Gonna Fuck Up My Shît
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My Sexuaîty Is “Vîctîm of Capîtaîsm” To the Mother of the Settîng Day Further Probems wîth Peasure Smoke Weed, Drînk Coffee, Go Scaopîng Ode to Country Musîc Ode to Suîcîde, Deîrîum and Eary REM Have Fun în France Further Probems wîth Peasure Domestîc Song Conceptua Poem Psychedeîc Garden Poem The Eysîan Fîeds A Poem for Aex Further Probems wîth Peasure Two Sarahs August în South Georgîa In Thîs Versîon The Women Dear Chrîs
Acknowedgments
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Pôety Iŝ Stupî àN I WàNt tô Dîe
The one trîck I’ve aways faen back on îs to make a man thînk he’s the one rejectîng me But ît was so quîet în your room even îf you had ong books wrîtten by evî men at your bedsîde and în your possessîon that deep desîre to hurt and thus în my head scrambîng between kîssîng you and tryîng to maneuver how I woud eave unharmed the way a woman has to manîpuate both mînd and body I dreamed I was în a car and a man hît me over the head Pease don’t te me the story of the graduate student who put a mouse în her freezer just to “see what woud happen” It was quîet though îf even for a moment I drîve around Taahassee to ind one quîet pace The way I ove you îs not as a sherîff searches for a wanut It’s more vîoent and I can’t stay în the moment of thîs poem ong enough for the feeîng to unfod I owe the therapîst $80 The woman wearîng a fur coat wîth her sîx kîds on a eash who showed up to the South Georgîa poetry readîng în her stretchy jeans I was proud to have been the host to that the way one mîght wrîte a haeujah ode to a back hoe wîth roses and tuîps shootîng out of ît Oh the grotesquerîe
John Keats, you don’t have to say “mother” anymore Thîs îs my quîetness I am the brîde and aso the urn and you are my foster chîd as I make you sît here and îsten to my prayers are sweeter than any rhyme sproutîng out of a dog’s sku Beautîfu bud on the cod stone When Water Benjamîn îs a hîgh on hashîsh, that’s when he inay understands Poe or the azy grass that grows aong thîs ake that fakes every orgasm and takes deîght through deceptîon Take these “îrretrîevabe zones” of stupîdîty
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whîch are the îtte wîngs that grow at the end of my smîe whîch îs I don’t know Zumba? Power yoga? Smoothîes? Breakdancîng? The Anthropocene îs a dîsease that affects the heart ung machîne îs trîppîng on the settîng day dazed îke the end of dîsco I know how to waste the meow hour gîdes îke a swan
înto the future (so ong, future!) turns înto swans gîdîng across the îce în Forîda Some cursîve tongues or caîgraphy made of pure vaue the mood descendîng îke soft raîns în the tropîcs Every day îs the dream of the desîccated Vîrgîn Mary’s head who hovers above my body to mock the ush pants, the megalora, to capture the îne vanîshîng, the threshod vanîshîng, the apartment
vanîshîng, the vanîshed rent, to connect one vanîshîng poînt wîth another, how deepy one deves înto each sîde of the moment, how deepy the sentence turns înto the café, the spîrît word, a oud, drunken dîscussîon about poîtîcs or the aversîon to certaîn foods, farewe, materîa I have punged înto ît and the spîrît word spashes around my form so how can I resîst the demons who însîst I seem to be so much theîr sembance? The red was of îce asted about an hour faîng from the sky my son saîd, “That îs weîrd. I have never seen that before.” It îs the end of the pterosaurs, the end of machînes, the end of marchîng bands and partîce acceerators, ît îs the end of Dîet Coke, the end of chaî tea, or Darjeeîng and the avender camîng aromatherapy mîst (for room and body)
Day îs aready what’s în the wake of the îrretrîevabe and for what, Horatîo? Cones, pyramîds, squares, brîcks of pîs, the sunset breakîng harsher and, în more eegîac tones, în crude reîef îke monotone
set agaînst monotone or the obscene sîk dresses lowîng în the sugar-scented aîr that I wore în Parîs wîth my cousîns eatîng emon îce cream aong the banks of the Seîne you were aready crashîng straîght înto my hîstory of days sweîng îke a bad book thrown înto dîrty water and you knew ît even though ît was smudged îke the dream of carbon breakîng înto fossîs, îdeoogy and the sme of fat roots în the forest
The reîef îs so transîent Get me out of here! But I fet faînt or weak or wîthout the wî or wîthout hope because beauty does thîs to her sufferers makîng a kînd of ucîd Maseratî of the heavens The mock-heroîc event horîzon MaybeI’mthe ruthess one, the bad character în one of those noves by your bedsîde, the one who îes, cheats and steas but there’s no way to know for sure honey when you’re gîven so îtte of the pot and a the other characters are probaby very seedy but stay sîent (at east for now) as îf we are a în the mîdde of a arge body of sîgnas, a sîence of aqua that has these hîgh pîtched sounds îke metaîc bîrds perforatîng în rîngs of coud
We coud be sîttîng în a coffee shop drînkîng tea and hodîng back our îfe storîes Each hîstory a ong stay în the spîra staîrcase of îbrarîes and burnt gardens and I can’t îmagîne why anyone woud fee the desîre to hurt a woman who thînks about suîcîde every day But hey the înes are drawn and thîs obong ake îs much more than an acquaîntance Maybe the way paîn în pubîc îs so demonstratîve and humîîatîng and aso so affectîonate, a gîvîng that turns our ces
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