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If I Could Give You a Line
poems
Carrie Oeding
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If I Could Give You a Line
poems
Carrie Oeding
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If I Could Give You a Line is not only a brilliant, associative meditation on every kind of conceptual and material line—it's also a powerful ontological and epistemological treatise on what it means to be an artist and a mother in twenty-first century America. Via ekphrasis, ars poetica, and lyric essay, Carrie Oeding brings the world into these poems with grace and wit; Kim Kardashian and Kiefer Sutherland live alongside Susan Sontag and James Turrell, all coexisting with the detritus of motherhood: wet wipes, strollers, Band-aids, Purell—creating poems that are simultaneously heady and corporeal. With humor, doubt, intelligence, cynicism, and ultimately strength, Oeding fiercely asserts her presence in these poems, pushing against a society that sees mothers as erasures or containers when she writes, "I am painting myself in. I am so not pretend…."
—Erika Meitner
Kacey Musgraves "Late to the Party" never ceases to amaze me, as the message that its lyrics send—which is more or less "My beloved and I need not attend this party"—is so deftly countered by the song's weirdly yearning timbre, the message of which is, to my ears at any rate, "I really want to go to this party, preferably alone." The poems herein have more to say about parenting than about partying, but they affect me similarly—they don't pit joy against regret, but rather harmonize those two inevitabilities, thus making a music to which I find myself smashing my prayers into my thoughts like dolls. Carrie Oeding's second book is here, but to call it "on time" would be beside the point. Better, I think, to call it damn good and ready.
—Graham Foust
While the lines on offer in Carrie Oeding's second poetry collection, If I Could Give You a Line, may seem to concern the quotidian, their reverberations are conceptual and far-reaching. In purposeful, finely-rendered prose, Oeding draws the nuance and complexity out of the everyday with insight and intelligence. Of the many tensions of mothering and art, the public demands on a private self are perhaps less acknowledged. "Every day is a public day, " she writes. What has been an experience of solitude for the artist is made relational in ways we might anticipate — as when the poet observes, "I just want to be near the art. I can't really look, because Viola is two. I'm here to be near something. I don't know if I want to know what that is, " and in those that are less clear — "I feel hostile toward others lately. I won't want to think too much about it, but I suspect lately means several years. How can I write. Everyone is an audience we post for and don't want near us. What is it to make anything outside of this space?"
When does a line become something more complex, more dimensional, something that can hold a world? Reading these poems is having an intimate conversation with your smartest friend about trying to hold it all, with humor, frustration, desire, and grace. Standing in line, drawing a line, writing a line — "I am just holding this ladder so no one will fall." In this generous and moving collection, Oeding's close observations allow us to consider the everyday anew and find new inspiration in all that we make for each other.
— Mary-Kim Arnold
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Inhaltsverzeichnis
- Cover Page
- Halftitle Page
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Contents
- Will You Line Up the Children?
- The Making of Things
- A Bunch of Different Parts can Make Up Ekphrasis, Including a Scoff when I Round the Museum Corner with My Baby in the Stroller. Or the Invisible Push to Keep Moving that Means Keep Looking, Like Stop Looking. Or the Things I Think of when I Look at Art and Won’t Ever Explain, Even.
- I Kept a Voice in My Peacock
- Any Time You Want, You Can See Mothers Wiping
- When I Am Not Repeating My Name, I Am Repeating My Baby’s Name. I Had a Baby.
- Yelling at Selfies
- I Would Give You a Drawn Line
- At No Time in Your Life, Can You Just be Near Something
- I Have a Minute. Could You Hold It?
- Yelling at Snow
- Why Describe a Moment When
- Hard Containers
- If I Could Give You a Line
- Unlined Portraits
- Inside a Map of Arnold Schwarzenegger’s Arm
- If this Were a Sculpture, I Could Walk Around to See All of Its Sides
- Hard and Soft Materials Used to Make Distance
- The Roped Years
- Would You Hold this Egg, Please?
- Don’t Wake Up the Paintings
- A Few Things I did Well, or at Least Better than what was Possible
- There are Places and Activities that Make Sense to Return to, and i often Ruin those the First Time by Saying, Next Time we Come we Will . . .
- Ways to Keep Self-Portraiting
- Direction
- Catapulting a Light Pole through the Air Would be the Most be Autiful Shooting Star
- A Precise, New Beginning
- Impossible Holds Successfully Held
- I Made a Dinner Party Centerpiece Entirely Out of You. Are You Coming?
- Works Referenced
- Acknowledgements