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Poetry in Motion: Renaissance Normcore
“Would you rather be the sun or the moon?/Would you rather sing like Jenny Lewis/or Fiona Apple?” begins Adéle Barclay’s reading of “You Don’t Have To Choose But You Do,” a poem from her latest collection Renaissance Normcore (Nightwood Editions). Read on for two poems from the collection, performed by the poet herself.
Would you rather be the sun or the moon?
Would you rather sing like Jenny Lewis
or Fiona Apple? I gave you a box from Lithuania
and inside it wind and rain. And beside it
space for another box. This isn’t a nest
but a to-do list I vaguely mention
as if I know what I’m doing tomorrow.
The alarm will go off and I’ll sink
into resignation that light isn’t the ocean
but it almost is. I’ve replaced living
with swimming and reading Anaïs Nin.
I like when she shuts down Henry Miller
for correcting her English, trying to ply her
away from her diary. I read their letters
and imagine them both on Facebook Messenger—
all the dick pics he’d send; her, chatting up
several men at once and never recycling material.
Would you rather be blood or stone?
Would you rather receive or give a dick pic?
Be moved or be the one doing the moving?
Between us a storm
and two completely different skies.
Adéle reads “burn it all down with water” from Renaissance Normcore BURN IT ALL DOWN WITH WATERI’d like to float on okay
but then I read about
the singer from Modest Mouse
I like to joke the upside
of an abusive father
is it teaches the absurd tethers
of obligation
love sometimes dwells
with violence, even though
that isn’t really love
which is what Irene told me
when I was twenty-six
a revelation I haven’t
fully internalized but live with,
a cell with a semi-permeable
membrane inside an organism
inside an ecosystem
I used to study biology
because my father
forbade me from pursuing
literature, moving to Montreal,
being gay, eventually
I accomplished all three
it’s okay now
a lot of my poems
refer to salt, the only residue
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