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Peripeteia in a Soggy Snapshot, Featuring Lines by Ashbery and Pronoun Confusion
Author(s): JOEL BROUWERReviewed work(s):Source: Poetry, Vol. 189, No. 5 (FEBRUARY 2007), pp. 359-361Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/25799663 .
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JOEL BROUWER
Peripeteia in a Soggy Snapshot, Featuring Lines
byAshbery and Pronoun Confusion
IfParmigianino had done it...
But he didn't, so let'snot dwell. One thingwas for sure: theyweren't surewho did. Do it.
Take it. (The picture.) Disposable cameras
had been passed around all day, so anyof the friends and familygathered at
Two Dragons Chinese Restaurant could have
snapped thedarling candidwhich weeks later
fluttered from theirpickup's dashboard to a slushy
Rapid City gutter.They blotted. Theyfanned and blow-dried. But their smiling,well-scrubbed
avatars hemorrhaged steadily,bloomed
bruises, receded like angels of historydrawn backward into
fog, andsoon a
darklydithyrambic pair bellied up in shards
of vermilion andmars to stake their claim,
riding a recurringwave of arrival that
fastestablished them as second souls.One
thingwas for sure: the jp's homily
hadmiscalculated theirunion's math
and durability ifsuch a quick
dip could change them frometernal duoof joy to inky-toothedghosts.One thingwas
for sure: theywould be obliged to return
those charming napkin rings.Their other selves
consoled that afterall no one was real
lyever not already in some sense
simulacra, cf. Plotinus. Right. Thanks
a bunch. Still, thepointwas sadly rampant.Deer and buffalo topiary roamed
South Dakota's officeparks. The airplanes
scratchingheaven were so tiny,thegeeseafloat above thegolf coursewere of course
gigantic. Red, white, and blue plastic cups
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wedged in a fence formed an unwaving flag.Inbrief, tons of troublewith perspective,and thus countless panicky theses
in fast-food drive-thru lines. If everythingissurface nd thesurfaceiswhat's there
and nothingcan existexceptwhat's there
theneverything ssurface.Did Ijust
say that?
One thingwas for sure:Mt. Rushmore
was no help. Beyond theobvious, theyhadmore interest in theirmemories
ofCary Grant and EvaMarie-Saint's vows
atop a soundstage replica of Lincoln's scalp
than in the disfiguredmountain ipso.Still, they stuffedthe telescopes with silver
out of duty,boredom or both at once?
and found thatwhen the faces loomed up throughthe lens, theydid not look like faces at
all, but ratherplain 6Y boulders and cliffs.
When someone told Picasso his portraitof Stein did not look likeher, he said Itwill.
When someone told Picasso thatStein did
not look like her portrait, he said She will.
The storyhas been told bothways.Which is
itself nother story.As I've told it,
they've been on themove. They've taken a room
at the Las Vegas (NM) Motor Court.
Day aftertomorrow they'llpeer down
into that certain volume of lackknown to most as the Grand Canyon.
(That's theirkind of talking,not ours.) They droptheirduffelson theworn orange shag, openawindow to the interstate,and peer
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into the snapshot, surveilus, consult
themirror no longer theirs for asmuch
brisk vacancy as is tobe theirportion.One thing is for sure:we have come
to resemble them,but theyno longer do.
She sheathesherself in silk.He sheathes himself
in latex. They commence consummationwithout troubling topull back thebedspread.Next was Death Valley, thenHollywood herewe come.
Everything issurface.Certain volume of lack.
Believe you me.They
were never surer of it.
JOEL BROUWER