A Semblance, Selected and
New Poems 1975-2007 is the
first selected compilation of
poetry by Laura Moriarty. Drawn
from her previous poetry collections
and including new work, this
selected demonstrates Moriarty's
ability to make each lyric phrase
into a portal where we find ourselves
turning at once in two directions
-- backward, to probe the newly
exposed limits in our old ways
of understanding, and forward
to experience a more evolved
and involved attention to our
world through the animated potentials
she offers us. Whether examining
the historically gendered gaze
of art or of culture's narratives
and their impact upon the individual,
or the symmetries that interlink
to figure our social and political
horizons, or the destructive
forces that both expose and explode
our meaning of self, Moriarty's
poems offer the expansive pleasure
of revelation in each finely
distilled articulation. This
selected includes an introduction
by the esteemed poet Norma Cole,
whose awards include a recent
Foundation for Contemporary Arts
Grant.
Laura Moriarty has published eleven
books of poetry, a short novel, Cunning (Sputyen
Duyvil 2000), and a novel of science
fiction, Ultravioleta (Atelos
2006). She has been a very active
member of the Bay Area community
for 25 years, has traveled extensively
to do readings and workshops, has
had her work translated into half
a dozen languages, has taught at
Mills College, Naropa University
and Otis Art Institute, and has
been a nonprofit literary organization
director for 20 of those years.
Her work in nonprofit literary
organizations include her current
position as the Deputy Director
of Small Press Distribution, and
her previous position as the Archives
Director for the Poetry Center
and American Poetry Archives at
San Francisco State University
from 1986 - 1997. She received
a Poetry Center Book Award in 1984
for Persia (Chance Additions).
She has also been awarded a Gerbode
Foundation grant, a residency at
the Foundation Royaumont in France
and a New Langton Arts Award in
Literature.
PRAISE FOR A SEMBLANCE
For those of us who have eagerly
followed Laura Moriarty’s
work, this selection represents
an invaluable overview of the multiple
paths she has taken across the
years. For those new to it, here
is an opportunity to come to know
a body of relentlessly exploratory
writing in both verse and prose,
one that constantly reexamines
and reinvents genres and forms.
Emanating from “one whose
experience retains heat,” A
Semblance determinedly probes
the tensile shapes of poetic thought.
--Michael Palmer
Laura Moriarity is a renegade
artist of the first order. Where
she was she is no longer and in
the transitioning the thing we
call art or love flecks off. In
faultless volumes of her work--Rondeaux,
Symmetry, Cunning--she glances
off the hidden rules of her "made
place." "The archivist
eyes them evaluatively. She
is not the same man anymore."
--Jeanne Heuving
***PUBLISHERS
WEEKLY STARRED REVIEW***
Moriarty, who is the deputy director
at Small Press Distribution, studied
with Robert Duncan, and is closely
associated with Bay Area poet Norma
Cole (who provides an introduction).
She has the former's baroquely elegant
turns of mind and the latter's searching
fluidity, but her subject matter—roughly,
how one's self-perceptions form a
language that one is always comparing
to one's experiences—is all
her own, and her lines have a tensile
gorgeousness unlike anyone else's…”
From “A Semblance,
Selected and New Poems 1975-2007”:
Waking from
Sleep a Thousand
Miles Thick
The blue crack as the snow
Unfastens the house
Sheer moon section white leaf
eyes beaming drip
with salt-heavy
silver coin sleep
Heated air tired
seeps out of flesh
I wake each morning velvet
eared from night’s wine
Listen for the child
Our animals nestling
Count themselves mumble
Calm stars fading
Energy bristles from tight
Foreheads, eyes
Violet shadows like spirits
Leap between house and barn
The day’s whir begins
The sun’s lip
enfolds the horizon
Blouse crumpled my
breasts unbuttoned into sleeping
lips The spirits handspring
October
white apple smell nostril
quivers Sugar taste
The dream pours into the listening
room Petals bunch into
eyes closed against stark
light golden, speeding Our
room
winged mother-of-pearl within
its
tough clam bright car merging
onto a swift freeway at dawn
Using
44 words from
Bruce
Conner’s “Tables and Cards”
Hansen-Fuller
Gallery Nov 1975
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