Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Chase Twichell

(from Dog Language, Copper Canyon Press, 2005)

COCKTAIL MUSIC

All my life a brook of voices
has run in my ears,
many separate instruments
tuning and playing, tuning.
It's cocktail music,
the sound of my parents
in their thirties,
glass-lined ice bucket loaded
and reloaded but no one tending bar,
little paper napkins, cigarettes,
kids passing hors d'oeuvres.
It's drinking music,
riffle of water over stones,
ice in glasses, rise and fall
of many voices touching-
that music. Husbands grilling meat,
squirting the fire to keep it down,
a joke erupting, bird voices snipping
at something secret by the bar.
It's all the voices collapsed
into one voice,
urgent and muscled like a river
then lowered as in a drought,
but never gone. It's the background.
When I lift the shell to my ear
it's in there.







Big thanks to Carol Peters for nudging me towards/thrusting this book at me in January. Which was it? Can't remember. It was before lunch! That much is clear.

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2 Comments:

At 7:08 AM, Blogger Mary Akers said...

I really like Chase Twitchell's work. And I only found out about her through her husband, Russell Banks.

 
At 1:49 PM, Blogger Linera Lucas said...

Wow, I didn't know she was married to him. He's a swell novelist.

 

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