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New poetry by the acclaimed writer Nick Flynn, author of Another Bullshit Night in Suck City and The Ticking Is the Bomb
electrocution, no—the boy stood in the hot-hot room
stammering I did stammering I did stammering I
did stammering I did stammering everything you say I did
I did.
—from "Fire"
The Captain Asks for a Show of Hands is Nick Flynn's first new poetry collection in nearly a decade. What begins as a meditation on love and the body soon breaks down into a collage of voices culled from media reports, childhood memories, testimonies from Abu Ghraib detainees, passages from documentary films, overheard conversations, and scraps of poems and song, only to reassemble with a gathering sonic force. It's as if all the noise that fills our days were a storm, yet at the center is a quiet place, but to get there you must first pass through the storm, with eyes wide open, singing. Each poem becomes a hallucinatory, shifting experience, through jump cut, lyric persuasion, and deadpan utterance. This is an emotional, resilient response to some of the essential issues of our day by one of America's riskiest and most innovative writers.
Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9781555979324 |
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Publisher: | Graywolf Press |
Publication date: | 06/02/2015 |
Sold by: | Macmillan |
Format: | eBook |
Pages: | 80 |
File size: | 2 MB |
About the Author
NICK FLYNN's work—which includes Another Bullshit Night in Suck City, winner of the PEN/Martha Albrand Award for Memoir, and the poetry collections Blind Huber and Some Ether—has been translated into thirteen languages.
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The Captain Asks for a Show of Hands
By Nick Flynn
Graywolf Press
Copyright © 2011 Nick FlynnAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-55597-932-4
CHAPTER 1
haiku (failed)
The thin thread that holds us here, tethered / or maybe tied, together, what / do you call it — telephone? horizon? song? Listen / to yourself sing, We are all god's children / we are all gods, we walk the earth / sometimes, two sails inside us sometimes / beating, our bodies the bottle, a ship inside each / until one day, for no reason, it sails — hello? / damn phone — until one day it sails / out of sight, until one day it cuts out of / earshot, bye-bye muttered into your cupped palm, bye-bye / boat, bye-bye rain — Look / maybe this is the place we've been / waiting for, maybe this place / is the day, inside us, inside each / corpuscle, the day, that day, everyday is / inside, my body, your body, everyday is / this thread, everyday you said, come / get me, everyday you said, it's been way too long / you said, bye-bye, bye-bye, not a day / went by, the thin, the thread, so thin, this thread, are you still / here, is it still, your heart, is it well, well, welling?
fire
more the idea of the flame than the flame
as in: the flame
of the rose petal, the flame of the thorn
the sun is a flame, the dog's teeth
flames
to be clear: with the body,
capt'n, we can do as we wish, we can do
as we wish with the body
but we cannot leave marks — capt'n I'm
trying to get this right
the world's so small, the sky so high
we pray for rain it rains, we pray for sun it suns
we pray on our knees, we move our lips
we pray in our minds, we clasp our hands
our hands look tied before us
I remember, capt'n, something, it
didn't happen, not
to me — this guy, I knew him by
face, I don't remember his
name, one night
walking home from a party, a car it
clipped him, for hours he
wandered, dazed, his family, his
neighbors, with flashlights they
searched, all night, the woods
calling out
here's the part, capt'n, where I tell a story
as if it were a confession: I was hiding out on
damon rock, lighting
matches & letting them drop to the leaves
below — little flare-
ups, flash fires — a girl wandered
down the path, she just
stood there, watching the matches
fall from my hand —
capt'n, I'm trying to be precise: hot
day, a cage in the sun, a room without
air, the mind-bending heat, the music
a flame — hey
metallica hey britney hey airless hey fuse, I
don't know how it happened, perched far
above, I offered her a match
to pull down her pants, one
match, her hairless
body, hey
little girl, I dropped it unlit —
I didn't know what it was I was looking at
hey capt'n I don't know if I'm allowed
hey capt'n years ago I'm walking
one drunk night, even now I
wonder — sometimes still I
imagine — was I hit am I
dazed, this
dream this confession, hey
little girl is your daddy home, hey capt'n hey
sir am I making any sense?
the boy stood on the burning deck, stammering
elocution, wait —
the boy stood in the burning cage, stammering
electrocution, no — the boy stood in the hot-hot room
stammering I did stammering I did stammering I
did stammering I did stammering everything you say I did
I did
hey metallica hey britney hey airless hey fuse
hey phonograph hey hades hey thoughtless hey
capt'n this room is on fire
capt'n this body will not stop burning
capt'n oh my captain this burning has become a body
capt'n oh my captain this child is ash
capt'n oh my captain my hands pass right through her
capt'n oh my captain I don't know what it is I'm looking at
it's important to be precise, to say what
I know —
the sun is fire, the center of the earth
is fire, yr mother's cunt is
fire, an airless flame, still, still, I don't know why
she pushed me out, this cold cold furnace, we all
were pushed, a rim of light around our heads, she
gave a kick, sent us crawling
out, toward the flame, toward the pit, the flaming
pit, yr lover's tongue, the flame
a thorn
everyday, capt'n, sir, captain, I was
left, a child, after school, alone, I found
a match, under the sink I found a can, a spray
can, ly-sol dis-infectant, it made a
torch, I was careful the flame didn't
enter the can, I knew it
would explode, somehow I knew, I'm
trying to be clear, sir — the flame
shot across the room, then it was gone
false prophet
The book tells us to cling (cling?) / to the thought that, in god's / hands, our dark past is our greatest / possession (You've ruined it, the woman with / the riding crop says to the man on all / fours, naked but for his mask — pigs don't talk). Cling — / maybe inside this word are more words, maybe / inside darkness is simply more darkness. God's / hands? Here's a riddle — a cosmonaut / holds hands with an astronaut, both un- / tethered. Which one is confusing a pinpoint of light / with an unreachable planet?
jesus knew
unlike you & I jesus knew he'd die
some days a headache woke him it
lingered nothing terrible but the word
hung around his temples like this
soul everyone wants but can't find jesus
knew he'd die he just didn't know how
& that bothered him sometimes & then
he'd do one of his little tricks
what the hell didn't hurt anyone
didn't make anyone disappear for-
ever but the tricks stopped working he forgot
why he did them & what for he confused
a story about a guy named jesus
with a story about a father he never knew
& it all began to hang like a moth-eaten coat
pulled out of a trunk on a shaky day hey let's
return to the scene of the fucken tragedy at least
we all know how it turns out instead of this endless
uncertainty hey
let's sell our souls a few more
times no one's really counting (those
little papers you trade for your sins what
do you call them? anyone?
no?) — anyway — jesus
this jesus that god of nickel
god of dime right
the real jesus he was lost he walked in-
to the desert not far really his friends his
disciples he told them he'd come back
like us he said this every time he left but jesus
never said wait never pointed to the sky
never claimed he'd rise again never asked us to eat
his flesh jesus never asked for anything as far
as I can tell he got tired everyday & then slept
sometimes okay sometimes un-
bearable the dreams the father
pointing a finger at everyone a finger we can't
even look at
air
we put them in cages they don't like the cages
we put them in cells they pray
I swim in the palace it rains from the sky
the pool between palm tree & wall
the air in the cells is poison they claim
the air in the cages is dust
I sink to the bottom to see what it's like
a grave in the air where you won't lie too cramped
space monkey, suffocation
roulette — super-
cali-fragilistic-hyperventilation,
super-cali-fragilistic-cali-
fornication — squat
down breathe in breathe out thirty
times fast like this (breathe) your
buddy behind you stand his arms
lift your feet from the floor his arms
squeeze all the air out — black-
out fallout all out over &
out — then nirvana then nothing then
capt'n I'd lay at his feet I'd have myself
finally I'd have myself my little
dream my little shine on you crazy
diamond dog day afternoon delight
the palace on fire it clouds up the sky
I hate the sound of their prayers
I swim underwater I empty my lungs
if you think about breathing you can't
the palace still burning a cloud in the air
their mats in a row the mark on their heads
a grave in the air where you won't lie too cramped
they don't have wings so we lift them
before modest mouse capt'n what
was the world, what was the world
before pavement?
before I was nothing I was silence before
before I was here I was no one
the radio one day it made me of air
a soundtrack to walk down these halls
we'll all float on okay okay
we'll all float on okay
they scream my lieutenant he calls it a song
I want them to sing he says louder
I wish you could hear the soundtrack we play
for hours & naked they dance
I take out my camera I capture the sound
at first it was weird then it wasn't
before there's a song there's a day it just isn't
before there's a photo it's dark
& we'll all float on okay okay
& we'll all float on okay
something is wrong with the air in the cells
capt'n something is wrong with the air
the prisoner capt'n his lips gone all blue
capt'n something is wrong with the air
maybe our bodies are no more than jars
meant to hold what we name everything
airplane photograph leash glove & song
it all pours in with each breath
often I am permitted to return to a desert
often I am permitted to bleed
then someone hands me their darkness in rags
then someone sits on my chest
oblivion nothing emptiness night
it helps to think it's a game
play let-your-mind-wander, play stoned-porno-drift
play pop-pop-pop-popping, play oh-what-is-this
play look-down-touch-your-chest, play hole-in-your-vest
play air-puffing-out, play fall-to-your-knees
pretend to fall to your knees
capt'n this morning six were found hanging
in a room made completely of air
they knotted their blankets their blankets dissolved
& their necks stretched to the floor
& yesterday capt'n thirty stopped eating
I forget the words to this song
we feed them with tubes their vitals are good
it helps to think it's a game
& we'll all float on okay okay
& we'll all float on okay
here is your bowl of steam capt'n
here's your syringe of sky
here is the why & the pop pop pop pop
of the gun you will never see
if you focus on breathing the world will spin right
the mouthful you lose trying to save
& here is the doer & here's the done-to
& the jar that will send us all home
imagination
The ground's not a bad place
to live for a while, a few
years, not face-
down, exactly, not
faceup either — hovering, say,
over the dirt, the earth
is dirt, our bodies dirt & you
floating there, a hand's-
width above me, just until
things blow over, that
war, say, jesus,
did we really just make it all up?
greetings, friend (minotaur)
O heart weighed down by so many wings / isn't it time to admit / we are more machinery than gods / that our house is more maze than temple, that contrary / to popular mechanics we cannot, anytime / simply change the channel. Basho / year after year, saw on the monkey's face / a monkey face. Here we are, friend, year out / year in, in our bodies, inside them, seemingly, everything / as promised, ten percent off. You say / the family car was always warming up. You say / wasn't there a tv show about a minotaur? You say / O heart weighed down by so many wings, where / is my monkey mask now?
kedge
ceaselessly, I said, let's hold each other / ceaselessly
your bed a box cut out of the sky
what I meant was inescapably / the sky about to collapse
upon us. I can't feel my body, I said
I meant, with you I can't feel my body ending
your bed's not empty / will never be, not ever
this wall's not a floor / the tub's not a bomb
the window's not a river of light to wade / please
can we start again — say
sorry dear ocean dear desperate dear boat
sorry dear shoulder dear caveman
please hand me a match / please speak of the flame
please speak as it moves down its body
please name where to touch / please say the word ear
say stone say under my tongue
the sun it feels good as it shadows your face
my neck still cold where you kiss it
the bowl never empties / never darkens or fills / your body
fits into each breath
the ocean inside you / our palms never touch
the boat of a name we call lost
say not become holy / say won't then keep turning
say empty your pockets upon me
unable inside you / your lips seal the hull
unable inside before sleep
past mudflats paced-out / past islands unmapped
past mirrors that go on without us
each shorelight a window / each window a mouth
the harbor a throat without reason
make up a reason as yet understood
all night to kedge my ass homeward
the baffled king composing hallelujah
Jubilee, our war's almost over (again), we ship out / tomorrow (again) / back to wherever it was / we began (again) — photographs stuck to the fridge, a red plastic / donut underfoot, a bathtub filling (amen). Close your eyes — where are you / right now, what city — no? / Nothing? Krishna, trying / to convince Arjuna of the righteousness of / battle, boiled it down to eleven words / — We'll never untangle the circumstances that brought us / to this moment. Still nowhere? Here's another hint — my hands are not / inside you, your hands are not / inside me, & one of us has forgotten / how to breathe. We created a wasteland (bye-bye) / & called it peace.
earth
last night I wandered, capt'n, the earth
bright & poison, I
staggered, a forced march, yes, then
digging, a grave, made to dig my own
grave, someone muttered kiss
my ass, a body walked into the
earth, I saw my own body, covering itself
with earth, my body becoming
earth
if I understand the memo right, capt'n, we can use
water, but we cannot use earth — that is,
we can simulate drowning, but not
burial — is that right, sir,
capt'n? I've read
the memos & I want to do
what's right
muhammed, ahmed, achmed, whatever
here we are — me & you & these
walls again, fifteen feet thick — packed earth
baked earth scorched earth & out-
side these walls the sand, on
fire, yes, still, & oh
yes, my question, my one simple
question — look at me,
do you think I want to be here any more than you?
capt'n: the memo says we cannot bury
the prisoner, but does that mean we can bury his
son? I mean, does it say we can pretend to bury his son?
capt'n, does the memo say we cannot pretend to bury
the prisoner's son, does it say we cannot make the prisoner
dig his son's grave, does it say we cannot make the prisoner
place his son in the hole? I'm trying, capt'n,
& he has still not answered my question
a spigot, a hose, a floor-drain
dead center — it drains into
the earth, the sand, somewhere out there, out-
side these walls — you can smell it, your
face pressed to the tile, it tastes like
tile you think it tastes like your village you
think all tile you think all tile you
think all tile you think baked
earth scorched earth hospital
yellow yolk yellow dead yellow
sulphur yellow
that dream again, capt'n, as soon as my eyes
shut — the one where the car goes into a skid
& I can't pull out, the one where I wipe my ass
but the paper never comes clean
hello, birdy
paint a hungry bird / paint its cage black
paint a tunnel scraped out with a spoon
paint a sign in a window / free bird with each cage
black letters burnt through a white board
paint the bird as she sings / paint each bar in her cage
worthless the song that she sings
her feathers are black / her blood it is black
black beak black cage black song
hello birdy / hello black wings
black eye pressed to the bars
well well welling / peckity peckity peck
the dirt carried out in your beak
forgetting something
Try this — close / your eyes. No, wait, when — if — we see each other / again, the first thing we should do is close our eyes — no, / first we should tie our hands to something / solid — bedpost, doorknob — otherwise they (wild birds) / might startle us / awake. Are we forgetting something? What about that / warehouse, the one beside the airport, that room / of black boxes, a man in each box? If you / bring this one into the light he will not stop / crying, if you show this one a photo of his son / his eyes go dead. Turn up / the heat, turn up the song. First thing we should do / if we see each other again is to make / a cage of our bodies — inside we can place / whatever still shines.
almost song
Still the voice starts when I open
my mouth, first it's breath
then air then sky
If the wind shakes the tree then cut the tree down
If the cow moves then shoot her
I open to speak, the sky
tumbles out, this thirty-year
song, this cloud for a head, assume it
comes out of my mouth. One mucky
boot, what to make of a mouth
when each day rebuilds
the shape of a ditch, the body
gone missing below
A body no more, a dog on the block
maybe eaten or not, with only one sun
with each morning worse (your
giddy-up hearse)
the road blown to shit, not quicklime
not thatch
worse to open to say, to lower the sky
a dog on the block, eaten or not
its paws for sale knotted with twine.
Bleeding out into sleep, this song
that prays night, I pretend I've been
hit, it comes from my mouth
the sky or the air, not blue anymore
& riverstones rising like helmets
self-exam (my body is a cage)
Do this: take two fingers, push them into
the spot behind your ear, the spot
your skull drops off
into that valley of muscle
& nerve — this is the muscle that holds up
the skull, that nods the dumb bone
this way & that
when you think you under-
stand, when you think you get it — press deeper
into the gristle, find that little bundle of
nerves — the nerves
that make you blink at day-
light, that make your tongue slide in &
out when you think you're in
love, when you think you need a drink, touch
that spot as if you had an itch
as if it were a button, as if you were
an elevator, close your eyes &
listen, please, close
your eyes — can you hear it? We think our souls live
in boxes, we think someone sits behind our eyes,
lording from his little throne, steering the fork to
the mouth, the mouth to the tit, we think hungry
children live in our bellies, clutching their empty
bowls as the food rains
down, we sometimes think we are those
hungry children, we think
we can think anything & it won't
matter, we think we can think cut out her tongue,
then ask her to sing
(Continues...)
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Table of Contents
1
haiku (failed) 7
fire 8
false prophet 20
jesus knew 21
air 23
imagination 32
2
greetings, friend (minotaur) 35
kedge 36
the baffled king composing hallelujah 38
earth 39
hello, birdy 45
forgetting something 46
almost song 47
self-exam (my body is a cage) 49
water 51
invasion of the body snatchers 60
oh here 61
3
seven testimonies (redacted) 65
dear lady of perpetual something 72
e. corpse 75
pulse (hidden bird) 77
saudade 78