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Toward a Catalogue of Falling
Di Méira Cook
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Toward a Catalogue of Falling, Meira Cook's second full-length book, proves that the fall into language can be both graceful and startling. Whether she is rewriting Hans Christian Anderson's "The Little Mermaid" (as she does in her poem sequence "Days of Water"), thinking of Breughel's/Williams'/ Auden's Icarus, reading oranges, or offering advice for catching crows, Cook's words are luminous. Language is a character in these poems, along with circus performers, Venetian tour guides, clumsy sons and migrating geese. Cook writes poems that bless hearts turned to salt, and revive the silenced energies of words. Always unexpected, always elegant, this is language that endures.
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Toward a Catalogue of Falling - Méira Cook
Toward a Catalogue of Falling
Towards a Catalogue
of Falling
Méira Cook
Brick Books
CANADIAN CATALOGUING IN PUBLICATION DATA
Cook, Méira, 1964-
Toward a catalogue of falling
Poems.
ISBN 978-1-771310-96-3
1. Title.
PS8555.0567T68 1996 C811'.54 C96-931595-3
PR9199.3.C66T68 1996
Copyright © Méira Cook, 1996.
The support of the Canada Council and the Ontario Arts
Council is gratefully acknowledged.
Cover is after a photograph by the author.
Brick Books
Box 20081
431 Boler Road
London, Ontario
N6K 4G6
Canada
www.brickbooks.ca
To my parents, Chana and Chonie
and to Aviva
Contents
Diptych I
Diptych II
Legends of Tongue
In Pendulum of Green
Too Ripe for Skin
Legends of Tongue
Slip of the Tongue I
Slip of the Tongue II
Slip of the Tongue III
Last Fall
The Ruby Garrote
gaudy she stands on one leg
petco the ringmaster stares at the world
rosie envies the stability of tables
the clowns are dying all over the world
rosie hunkers in her body
the beast has found me out at last
you are going to have to let
always announced in the dark
let's us two go halvsies
amongst her mirrors my lady
four lions trained but not tamed
The Fallen Here
Fairytales from the Old Country
Any Old Skin
Fooling the Jasmine
The Fallen Here
Such a Long Way
String Quartet
Prima parte moderato
Seconda parte allegro
Recapitulazione della prima parte moderato
Coda legato molto
Days of Water
For Breath & Glass
All Day
When you open a door in a street
Here in Venice
Toward a Catalogue of Falling
Vertical cities
Some Place
Epigrams for Breath & Glass
Elsewhere
Light, moving
Worn Through
Various Blues
Into Category
Water, falling
Reading Oranges
Following Herself
Triptych
Rumours of Bear
Like Rain
Bestiary in Three Parts
Diptych I
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring.
William Carlos Williams
Perhaps it is always spring
when we fall.
The first is easy, a gush
of green the blood
rising in high chambers
like sap. It is the other
that confounds
the falling.
To fall
in love asleep downstairs
of those three I have fallen
twice. The one is gentle
a laying on of hands, the other
hard my body clicking
open and shut, a turnstile.
But I have never fallen
as Icarus
from grace.
Poor Icarus who suffered
from hubris and oedipus
in equal measure, now
there is a fall for you.
Imagine wanting to please
daddy and snub god
at the same time.
No wonder he spun
into that blank ocean wax
dripping from the blades
of shoulders, legs scissoring
the seam of sea and sky.
But it was spring when Icarus
fell
in love asleep downstairs
and out of the sky.
We have his legs to remember this by.
Diptych II
In Brueghel's Icarus, for instance; how everything
turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster.
W. H. Auden
I turn and walk (quite leisurely)
from the canvas by
that mocking passionate com-
passionate man who painted
lepers and whores, burghermen
tax-collectors and fishwives
wet-lashed cripples
on the margins of the crowd
feast days and plunderings
interchangeably and the odd
rape as well as a pair
of well-shaped calves
kicking out negligently
from a painted ocean.
I turn and walk
away, you turn
with me