Éireann Lorsung grew up in Minneapolis, Minnesota, where she received her MFA in poetry in 2006. Her first book, Music for Landing Planes By, was published in 2007 by Milkweed Editions; a second, Projet Linguistique, is forthcoming in 2011. She continues to write and make prints while she completes her PhD in Critical Theory at the University of Nottingham (UK). Her website, where you can find information about her work and follow her on her weblog, is http://www.ohbara.com.
Rugby to Tamworth
The moon over Magritte’s landscape
Whoever said it should be early evening, or the sky, uncrowded
at this point with stars, should be the perfect
blue one poet thought of when he wrote about a Summer’s
Day, or that the moon, inconspicuously dangling
in the lower-right quadrant of the top-left pane
should be blurred by mist to nacre, pink-tinged
where finally one single star shines—they were right,
like the light coming on in the house next door and the woman
upstairs pulling her full slip over her head in slow-motion are
right, you know—like the silhouettes of trees floating in the garden.
Dear painter, the little lights in the garden and the stars and the half
moon moving left to right across my window’s page make a place
for the hat you wear (the one I like), and your stained
hands, and your wife, and your dog, like the space
in the sky you made for doves, unruly torsos, birdcages and bodies
of analysts, the dark room we wandered into, finding a blue
our hands were hardly big enough to carry. In your city
every man wears an apple and the women stare like umbrellas.
I have been wandering all day and barely touched you, immense
as the moon, and also shining, pale, somehow like me but at a remove.
clear sides of jars—
on the nightstand…
- Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer
- Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCann
- a book of Kafka’s love letters
- So Many Ways to Begin by Jon McGregor
- a small wooden lamp
- the Amélie soundtrack (as always…I come back to it over
and over and find it fresh every time)
- the feeling of winter ending
- working in the sun
- WJT Mitchell’s writing
- my teaching
- new manuscripts I’m working on
- making lists of all my projects
- passion fruit
what inspires you about the spring?
More light, the freshness of everything, flowers, more light, more light, more light.
what three poems do you revisit over and over?
“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” (T.S. Eliot), the book-length poem This Connection of Everyone with Lungs, by Juliana Spahr, and “i thank you god” by e.e. cummings.
what’s your idea of the perfect spring picnic?
Let’s go somewhere on our old roadbikes, a bottle of cloudy lemonade and a couple of ploughman’s sandwiches, some strawberries, a guitar, and some books. Make sure it’s about 11 a.m. when we leave, and make sure you don’t have any plans the rest of the day…
what are three constants in your day?