The School Among the Ruins: Poems 2000-2004 (Google eBook)
"Trust Rich, a clarion poet of conscience, to get the fractured timbre of the times just right."--Booklist, starred reviewIn this new collection Adrienne Rich confronts dislocations and upheavals in the United States at the beginning of the twenty-first century. The title poem, in a young schoolteacher's voice, evokes the lessons that children ("Not of course here") learn amid violence and hatred, "when the whole town flinches / blood on the undersole thickening to glass." "Usonian Journals 2000" intercuts faces and conversations, building to a dystopic/utopic vision. Throughout these fierce and musical poems, Rich traces the imprint of a public crisis on individual experience: personal lives bent by collective realities, language itself held to account.
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The School Among the Ruins
Variations on Lines from a Canadian Poet
Point in Time
Whats suffered in laughter in aroused afternoons
For recalcitrancy of attitude
defiance or disdain
Five OClock January 2003
Notes on the Poems
Abolition of Cruelty Adrienne Rich agape ALTERNATING CURRENT Apollinaire & Brassens asking bad dreams balcony barest marrow blood body bouzouki BRACT Chile creature on earth dark defeats of language DELIVERED CLEAN didn’t dimdumim don’t take driving enemy’s eucalyptus eyes face fact I’ve lived fascination with what’s FIVE O’CLOCK Fucking gecko gesture’s code glass hand harrowed in defeats impotence producing social innocent JOURNALS 2000 USONIAN keep on fleeing long unborn friend love’s lyric Muriel Rukeyser need an ancestor needed a genre neighbor’s night October 17 onions Paul Nizan pause Pinochet poetry poets producing social silence remembered if outlived Rich’s Robinson Jeffers scrolls Selected Poems she’s SLASHES sleep social impotence producing standing story talking tell TENDRIL there’s thing thou lovest thought Time’s tree USONIAN JOURNALS 2000 Villa Grimaldi voice walking wall we’re what’s easiest wind window wolf-tree word write York young