Martial Music
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Martial Music, George Amabile's eleventh book and newest collection of poetry, explores the relationships between civilization, technology, empire and human violence, theatres of war, the collateral damage of military occupation, the machinations of power politics, oil spills, destruction of the environment, ptsd, and other characteristics of what we call "world events." These are tough poems for tough times--our times--when the human cost of military conflict, environmental disaster and gun violence have become the daily staple of news headlines. Provocative, unflinching and at times raw with the poet's fury at unfathomable acts, Amabile's poems converge as an urgent libretto against the militaristic tendencies that surround us, inciting a march toward the creation of a more peaceful and sincere world.
George Amabile
George Amabile has published ten books and has had his work published in over a hundred national and international venues, including The New Yorker, Poetry (Chicago), American Poetry Review, Botteghe Oscure, The Globe and Mail, The Penguin Book of Canadian Verse, Saturday Night, Poetry Australia, Sur (Buenos Aires), Poetry Canada Review, and Canadian Literature. He has won awards in the CAA National Prize, the CBC Literary Competition, the Petra Kenney International Competition and the MAC national poetry contest, and the National Magazine Awards. His most recent publications are a long poem, Dancing, with Mirrors (Porcupine's Quill, 2011) and Small Change (Fiction, Libros Libertad, 2011) both of which won Bressani Awards. George Amabile lives in Winnipeg.
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Martial Music - George Amabile
IN MEMORIAM
It’s up
like a mortar trailing sparks
out of sight.
Pock.
Over a sea change
of oohs and aahs,
chalky pink & green
feathers unfold
a voodoo headdress in bright light.
For nearly an hour
there are sizzlers, pinwheels,
lazy stardust
fallouts
like a Disney film
intro, and the shock
puffs of simple
flak,
building
toward the climax, punch line, pay-off, denouement:
at the center
of the darkened stadium
Old Glory hisses and glares,
drools liquid fire into the grass
and comes apart, slowly,
like a skin disease under make-up.
The ashes keep flickering
in gridwork that looks like the street plan
of a city that has been burning for thousands of years.
BRICK
Same and not the same, all these
frail-edged tenants of sledge
loads, shaped to stay where a slick
parge sets them, in tight
topple-proof walls or a stout
fence, destined forever to be
what they are, nothing
else, though they also display
attributes we admire:
he, or she, is a brick,
we say, a mute
replaceable unit that keeps
the team keen, and locked
on target, a solid base
we know how to multiply
and make use of. Numberless,
nearly invisible pockets
of air make them easy
to break anywhere,
and ready to soak up
coat after coat of public
whitewash. Whole
cities, whole civilizations:
nothing left but ruins we pay
to see centuries later. Standing
before the walls of Hadrian
or Diocletian, we are struck
speechless by fortress power
stripped of its marble, revealed
as common clay dried in the sun,
drab, colossal, the work of so many
dead hands without names.
STICKS AND STONES
The Museo has devoted an entire floor
to the history of weapons. Out in the light
the columned facade of a temple
sacred once to Diana is pocked
with bullet-holes from The Great War.
News Stands are still selling posters:
Benito’s fat lips and thick neck, Adolf’s
cowlick and rat’s eyes and clipped moustache,
the first white rush at Los Alamos. . .
And there are books, more every day, explaining
with restrained awe and subdued satisfaction,
that we’ve always had the know-how to develop
improved ways and means, more compelling reasons,
to kill: humans, animals, insects, weeds.
HISTORY LESSON
We stand before a flight of stone
stairs that lead up, and up
to nothing but a cool breeze
above the disappeared
villa of a Magistrate
who marketed fair-skinned boys,
Greek tutors, Abyssinian virgins
and made a fortune serious enough
to buy his place in the Senate.
Years go by. Then, unwilling
to listen or unable to read
the signs, he finds himself
on the wrong side of the room,
red-faced and swearing in a striped
tunic, wheedling, glancing once
or twice at that rude gang
of upstarts, but forcing his attentions
back to business just in time
to miss the way blood sprays
a patch of sunlit marble
but echoing shouts that twist
in the dome wrestle him
back and he remembers
legends: an Egyptian King,
the world’s longest river, turned
suddenly red, a burst of hail
and fire, insect wings choking the sun.
REMNANTS OF EMPIRE
1
Fountains glisten and sing
in the wind
that blows as it did for Hadrian once
at his Tivoli Villa. A water jet
struggles to keep its willowy shape in a storm
of rainbows. I see what he
might have seen — Aphrodite, crowned
with foam, deep in the mind.
The stone women of Karyai
seem to withstand the same wind
that sweeps the reflective pool to chipped marble,
but the soaked folds of their garments
are pressed flat against thighs
and nipples by imagined weather,
by desire eased out of thought
and found again at the powdering tip
of a chisel. It blows
where he stood, where I stand now,
has blown for thousands of years
in the flesh, between water and stone.
2
Night. I walk the streets
of Rome for hours, climb
stone stairs toward a window
that soaks clotheslines
and laundry with kitchen light,
cross a piazza, follow a crumbling wall
back toward the heart
of the city and come out, blinking,
into the glare
of The American Bar.
Tonight, the place is almost
empty. A woman
sits by herself. Light
from the shape-shifting flame
of a candle plays
over her face and makes her look
like a reflection on water.
I watch a current of blue
smoke speed up and slip
through an air vent’s crusted grid
like the