The Body Wars: Poems

by Jan Beatty

Overview

What would it take to be home in one’s body, to walk around the world as oneself, knowing the pain within and without us? Jan Beatty boldly answers that question by making a fire map of the body. These roiling poems smack into walls of meditation, only to slide down the smooth concrete into the flatline of joy. These are vital poems of dimension, of both psychic and literal travel, of the elasticity of truth and struggle, of the daily nature of desire that brings us to our knees—then shotguns us back to the heart’s center.
 
Yellow Sky                                                                                                                 

The summer that I had nowhere to live:
 
the sky was yellow everywhere.
The cars of other people had their own private shine.
 
I walked slowly.
Several birds re-visited the backyards of strangers,
 
I was free
singing the song of the last thing I didn’t say to you.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780822966241
Publisher:	University of Pittsburgh Press
Publication date:	09/22/2020
Series:	Pitt Poetry Series
Edition description:	1
Pages:	76
Sales rank:	576,237
Product dimensions:	5.90(w) x 8.80(h) x 0.30(d)

About the Author

Jan Beatty is professor of English and director of creative writing at Carlow University, director of the Madwomen in the Attic writing workshops, and distinguished writer in residence of the Carlow University MFA program. Her fifth book, Jackknife: New and Selected Poems, won the 2018 Paterson Prize, and her memoir, American Bastard, won the 2019 Red Hen Nonfiction Award.

Table of Contents

1.

The Body Wars 5

2.

Stormday 9

Crushing It 11

Gunlover 12

Drunken Trees 14

On the Anniversary of Charlottesville 16

Double-Cut 17

At Carluccio's, County Dublin, Dawson Street IS Felon 20

Armament 22

The Pelicans 24

The Fire Roads 26

3.

Coastal Starlite 31

How I Became a Gunslinger 33

Speedballing 35

Something Real and Free 37

Trumpcare 38

Chocolate Mescaline 39

Not Homeless, Just Moving 40

Borderlands, for Bobby 41

Yellow Sky 44

For the Man Who Died on the Tracks 45

4.

Containment 49

Landing Strip-Sierra Nevada 50

Train-Jumper 52

Field 53

At Moe's 54

Outpost on Wicklow Street 55

Driver: Fulton Street to North Beach 57

In the Castro 58

Kat Calls about Jesus 59

She Was West 61

5.

Beautiful, Overused in Muir Woods 67

It's Raining in Paterson 70

She only tried a little, unwound the coat hanger and put it inside her 71

My Father Disappears into Flowers 72

Hot in the Striped Boy's Heart 73

On the 101 74

Leaving Sioux City 77

Kat Talks the War Inside Her 79

The Saddest Song 80

In the Lowfields 81

West Texas Love Poem 84

Notes 85

Acknowledgments 87

Editorial Reviews

Jan Beatty’s visceral urgency and courageous truth-telling is a gust of welcome fresh air. These poems are astoundingly alive!” —Tracy K. Smith, United States Poet Laureate and author of Words in the Water
 

“‘What would it be like to be stormless?’ asks Jan Beatty early in The Body Wars, a collection riddled with bullets and natural disasters: fire storms, bush fires, fire tornadoes, flash floods, ‘deranged air.’ Man-made disasters, too: the heroin crisis, the aids pandemic, ‘Trump Care.’ But it is in the midst of crisis that Beatty finds her strength as artist, as witness, as poet. This is not a book that offers answers; rather, it offers important questions: ‘Can I tell you that we mourned?’ And ‘are there too many drowned trees?’ These are the questions we all must be asking ‘as we crack into the mad ocean.’ What an extraordinary book.” —D.A. Powell, author of Repast: Tea, Lunch, Cocktails
 

“Jan Beatty is my essential writer, whose work always makes me feel less alone and less afraid. She is fierce, fearless, harnessing a fury that is particular as it is familiar. Her startling imagery and dignified line hold that energy tight. When I think of Jan’s poetry I think—reliably and unapologetically feminist, unflinching especially in terms of violence, poverty, and sex in which women are subjects rather than objects.” —Denise Duhamel

“Beatty writes taut poems, and much like muscles tightening up when danger is sensed there is a tension in her best work that feels like her lines are on the verge of snapping.” —Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
 

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