Atopia

Atopia

by Sandra Simonds

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Overview

A Marxist feminist epic

Atopia grapples with the political climate of the United States manifested through our everyday lives. Sandra Simonds charts the formations and deformations of the social and political through the observations of the poem's speakers, interspersed with the language of social media, news reports, political speech, and the dialogue of friends, children, strangers, and politicians. The Los Angeles Review of Books characterized Simonds's work as "robust, energetic, fanciful, even baroque" and "a necessary counterforce to the structures of gender, power, and labor that impinge upon contemporary life." These poems reflect on what it means to be human, what it means to build communities within a political structure it also opposes.

Sample Poem:

Tallahassee. Tallahassee. Tallahassee.
Your mist today is incredible as it settles on this rose garden!
When the largest rose shook off its dew and looked at me like a cartoon, I smiled back and promised not to break his neck.
And here we are together again, walking in a park that honors dead children. A tree planted for each child on such a mild day in December. And how the dead children stream through me, scrolls of them:

Lily! Rose! Bobby!

Kierkegaard says anyone who follows through on an idea becomes unpopular. And also that a person needs a system, otherwise you become mere personality. He must not have known very many poets, so prone to tyrannical shifts in mood. Change in the weather is equal to don't let me go crazy. In the car on the way to school Charlotte says, "I like to be gentle with nature because I like nature."

But my mind wouldn't rest, system-less,
as I drive through dread:

Lily! Rose! Bobby!

You're dead, you're dead.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780819579041
Publisher: Wesleyan University Press
Publication date: 10/15/2019
Series: Wesleyan Poetry Series
Pages: 88
Product dimensions: 5.90(w) x 8.90(h) x 0.40(d)

About the Author

SANDRA SIMONDS is the author of six books of poetry, most recently Orlando. Her poems have been included in the Best American Poetry 2015 and 2014 and have appeared in the New York Times, Poetry, the American Poetry Review, the Chicago Review, Granta, Boston Review, Ploughshares, Fence, Court Green, and Lana Turner. She lives in Tallahassee, Florida and is an associate professor of English and humanities at Thomas University in Thomasville, Georgia.

Table of Contents

When you think about it, mostly, a cage is air— Night is the insane asylum of plants—Raul Zurita Wanderers, servants, maids, slaves, baristas, singing Feel the pain that grows Look at the people we have on our side: The rooster of Midtown cockadoodledoos, First National Women's Liberation meeting Man in neon coat walks uphill through the crows. I rise before everyone, kids at their dad's. See, the thing is, Poet, you're failing. A series of demons dressed as birches To scroll past the body of the dead baby, The managerial class will punish us This is where they plant cheap pine. Speculative cobwebs embroidered with flowers. That hail is rare in South Georgia Tallahassee. Tallahassee. Tallahassee. The madness set in as coral reefs bleached. Inside encrypted eternity robots store my rosy data The little gothic market I'm so angry I will Dear Jorge de Sena, (after Jack Spicer) Psychedelic as thoughts of suicide You mistook the clarinet for the flute, I stand in the middle of the Library of Congress. It's going to hurt Dear Jack Spicer, The Garden Of Eden A new obsession. How to get out In Shalimar, Florida, at night, inside the doom palms, Found a tulip- —pulled away from internet absorption Spring proliferation of rain and cops. Behind the Four Rivers Smokehouse, "It was a beautiful spring day," At the zoo today, the carnivalesque The stained-glass of the ruined church "Everything is terrible." Back at the zoo It's May. Don't you think the birds There was this bear cam Today, something about the Russians. Got off plane, dropped cellphone in parking lot She steps into La Roue de Fortune movie theatre Last night, the wolf mother gave birth. After bath time, Charlotte and I watch "World events are not ruled by mercy," What if one of the wolf pups die? A troll army from the Czech Republic The political necessity of cruelty Read of an ICE raid: I like to photograph old signs Glandular fever punctuated by tropical storm Cindy which My friend made a song called, "Nikki, the Sun is Out Blue mechanism of midwinter, The host "does not care for poetry," My whole life, I was a poet Is it heaven? Is it Utah? Is it the ceremony? Maybe we could write a ballad Healthcare gone Write "ruin" Write "trauma" Write The war is armed with affect Our masters shift; this is the definition The nonsense of plant life is a verdant push. Permission slip signed for kids to see the eclipse Reader, at what point Much that is Lovely May be Voiced

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