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The Tormented Mirror
The Tormented Mirror
The Tormented Mirror
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This is the first book in the Pitt Poetry Series by this popular and enigmatic poet, considered the foremost writer of prose poetry in America. In eleven collections over thirty years, Edson has created his own poetic genre, a surreal philosophical fable, easy to enter, but difficult to leave behind. In The Tormented Mirror, Edson continues and refines his form in seventy-three new poems.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 22, 2001
ISBN9780822979814
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    The Tormented Mirror - Russell Edson

    PITT POETRY SERIES

    Ed Ochester, Editor

    THE TORMENTED MIRROR

    RUSSELL EDSON

    UNIVERSITY OF PITTSBURGH PRESS

    The publication of this book is supported by a grant from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts.

    Copyright © 2001, Russell Edson

    All rights reserved

    Manufactured in the United States of America

    Printed on acid-free paper

    10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

    ISBN 0-8229-5763-9

    ISBN-13: 978-0-8229-7981-4 (electronic)

    for Frances

    CONTENTS

    1

    The Haunted House

    The Secret Graveyard

    A Letter From Home

    Characters

    An Old Woman's Children

    Genital Secrets

    Monkey Achievement

    That. . .

    Sweet Tooth

    The Babies

    The Flowerpot

    The Glandular Condition

    The Key

    The Laws

    The New Father

    The Position

    The Sleeper's Dark

    The Tormented Mirror

    Where Charity Begins

    2

    The Antiques Shop

    Accidents

    Baby Pianos

    Balls

    Madam's Heart

    Meanwhile. . .

    Pork Chops

    Sleep

    The Academic Sigh

    A Redundancy of Horses

    The Alfresco Moment

    The Bloodworthy Correspondence

    The Breast

    The Clock

    The Horse of Fashion

    Sunset

    Urinating

    On the Writing of a Prose Poem

    3

    Poetry

    Bread

    Feathers

    Medical Stew

    Nocturne

    One Who Bathes in Moonlight

    Symmetry

    The Fruit Bowl

    The Joy Attendant on the Little Journey

    The Message

    The Passion

    The Rabbit Story

    Night Song

    The Square Wheel

    The Stuff of Dreams

    The Traveling Circus

    The Veterinarian

    Under Great Light Flooded Clouds

    4

    The Grinding

    Allegory

    Angels

    An Observer of Incidentality

    Sanity

    Round

    Chickens

    Nice

    The Encounter

    The Bath

    The Night Invaded

    The Method

    The Reality Argument

    The Theory

    The Twilight of the Gods

    Thus Spake Polly

    The Rule and Its Exception

    Wings

    1

    THE HAUNTED HOUSE

    Now the house of earth was not always a house. There was a time when nothing rotted. A time only of sanitary atoms. There were no smells, no blood clots, no flowers, no mice. And the earth was with egg or sperm.

    Death arrived with life. They were lovers from the beginning. They fed each other. Life fed death, but death also fed life. It was their habit, they could not live without the other.

    The God said, let there be life, but let it be guarded by death …

    THE SECRET GRAVEYARD

    Elephants like burlap underwear. It wears better than silk and has more style.

    They're shy about this appetite. Underwear embarrasses them.

    When the desire overtakes them they head for the secret graveyard of elephants. No one knows where that is. They feel safe there.

    Surrounded by the bleached bones of their ancestors they shyly submit themselves to the delicious feel of burlap. They feel more naked wearing it. They don't know why, and so they giggle.

    Of course they cannot reenter the forest wearing underwear. A hyena might laugh. Tarzan is another thought …

    Sadly they must leave their underwear in the bones of their ancestors.

    They

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