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Severance Songs by Joshua Corey


Synopsis | Reader’s Companion | Selected Poems | Reviews
Severance Songs
Joshua Corey
Photo by Vanessa Filley


$16.95 Paperback
ISBN: 978-1-932195-92-7
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Synopsis

Winner of the Dorset Prize
Selected by Ilya Kaminsky


In his third full-length book of poems, Joshua Corey puts the sonnet to the test with this sequence of fractured, ventilated, and unrhymed poems written in the aftermath of 9/11 while Corey was living at a pastoral remove from war and terror in upstate New York. The tension between idyllic personal circumstances and horrific world-historical events led Corey to produce this series of layered poems, variously sardonic and sincere in tone.

Advance Praise:
Joshua Corey's book of sonnets is formally playful and emotionally raw, with an intensity of expression that is at times harrowing. . . .[A]n extraordinary volume.
—Paul Hoover
These songs shuttle between a past and a future, cast adrift or severed from a violent, ashen present into a necessary untimeliness. . . . What then of the sonnet, repository of desire and enemy of time? It is, as ever, that form by which we re-imagine subjectivity to confro t altered circumstances, and to assess 'the shipwreck of the singular' in the maelstrom of the many. . . .
—Michael Palmer, from "On Joshua Corey" in Conjunctions

Reader's Companion

Tupelo Press is pleased to provide the Severance Songs Reader’s Companion in free, downloadable PDF format. Click the link to download. (299 K)

Selected Poems

The music man wears a high hat. Laugh while you can. Striped by his uniform, his xylophone back, the vaude- villianís whip and trombone lipstick. Instead of walking on water he sets Matilda to waltzing. This was always a small town on the edge of the plains. Thunderheads in the east. We never inquired, even when a lightning bolt rattled the steeple. He came for the children and rats, for classical learning and Lydian airs. Gave us a pleasing, intolerable scare. Left the west, plinking. That temple horn lifted out of roofs the tornado sky, finger of wind like an answer to thinking our kneedcapped imaginations. His lips' thin horizon cut a smile of the eyes into law's human keeping. Fled— music—
Thrash metal from a passing car dates as a means of aggressionósap in blades answers a humanís humid sprawl. So eyes seek a line of hills where napalm walked. Anniversary forswears the details in a triptych, foresees the third as an artificial lake hemmed by red dams surrounding creeping mists into which civilian legs go scissoring. A made thing, a view of delving, an ack-ack trembling the Palestine Hotel. Of the earth, of this foundry, I hew cold knowledge by handle. At peace I do piece-work, at war I warehouse for wiser generations these culpability cantos, weary to put down.
Sunshine. We know about that. Light keeps its covenant with the eye and lends it seeming. A flicker. With a fiberoptic wand the surgeon introduced his gaze to a sundered system of stars and polyps, stray cells sex-drunk, splitting and slick in secret. Sibilance tickling the inner ear, anxious itch. Gray matter. We know about it. We know allís gray till the sun or sunís proxy peels a life for what looks back. Uncanny now in the presence of my mind, bones never suspected shiver against each other, sparking songs I can almost see. We know. When I look to find you asleep until your skin is a sun that stares.

Reviews

Beyond pastoral—or perhaps in keeping with the tensions by which pastoral is generated—Severance Songs is also a specimen of that other thoroughly outdated and suspect mode, serial love poetry (in this case addressed to the poet’s future wife). It is a work of improvised yet layered experimentalism, commendable both for its deep engagement with the thorny philosophical problems of writing pastoral in the 21st century and for the smart, sensual verve of its verse-craft.
— Stephen Ross, Wave Composition
Corey’s Severance Songs reinterprets the sonnet form. What is a sonnet in the world of Severance Songs? A poem of fourteen lines, a meditation or prayer, a flash of ether fitted with internal and feminine rhymes. There were moments of grandeur, and importantly, fealty to the art of poetry and print culture.
— Lindsay Illich, Cactus Song
[Corey's] poems are sonnet-like less for their containers than for the bright shapes they contain. The sense of a sonnet, these poems suggest, isnít in formal configuration but in a manner of speaking, of talking to oneself, of talking things through. In Severance Songs, this manner reels through landscape to render the 'pool of newsworthy airs' that 'surrounds my perception.'
—Zach Savich, Poetry Northwest
In terms of lineation and the lack of recognizable rhyme schemes and rhythmic patterns, these fourteen-liners are unlike traditional sonnets, but almost each one of them is rich with allusion to the English and American literary canons
—Nora Delaney, The Critical Flame