The First Flag

The First Flag

by Sarah Fox

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Overview

"Eros, Indiscriminate"

At the door the wolves step
backwards into a box. My chained
father attempts to wing himself
with flame. His face hosts
a second face seared by the mental
hazards the wolves find stinky
and reject. Outskirting his heart,
mother dangles the sucked-out
pelts of her wild children. Love
hiss and sexy nightmare. Eros:
an indiscriminate register.
All the bones yarn up.

Sarah Fox co-imagines the Center for Visionary Poetics, and is a doula and teacher. She has won National Endowment for the Arts, Bush Foundation, Jerome Foundation, and Minnesota State Arts Board grants and fellowships.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781566893268
Publisher: Coffee House Press
Publication date: 04/23/2013
Pages: 180
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.70(d)

About the Author


Sarah Fox co-imagines the Center for Visionary Poetics, serves as a doula, and is a teacher of poetry and creative writing. She contributes posts on feminism, mysticism, astrology, and poetics to the blog Montevidayo and has won grants and fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Bush Foundation, the Jerome Foundation, and the Minnesota State Arts Board, among others. Coffee House Press published her debut collection, Because Why, in 2006.

Table of Contents


CONTENTS

Preface

Difficulty at the Beginning ……7

One: Object Relations

Fata Morgana ……14
Mathematics in Everyday Life ……15
The Clinging, Fire ……17
The Joyous, Lake ……19
Before Completion ……22
The Family (The Clan) ……24
Daughter Object ……26
Transitional Object ……28
Muse Object ……31
Wife Object ……33

Two: Doctrine of Signatures

Dispersion [Dissolution] ……35
My Helmet: A Sonnet ……38
The Marrying Maiden ……39
Moms vs. Dads ……42
After Completion ……43
My Antler ……46
The Arousing (Shock, Thunder) ……49
My Sword Loves Me ……52
Biting Through / {tl;dr} ……53

Three: COM(M)A ……55

(i)

I Slid Out of My Mother's Body ……55
Exogeny ……55
Eros, Indiscriminate ……55
Coma ……56
Doll Box ……56
A Woman Waits for Me ……56
Brain Letter ……57
Pawn ……57
Stirring Interior ……57
Satellite ……58

(ii)

Dr. Cronus ……58
Disease ……58
Born in Prison ……59
Quarantine ……59
I Don't Want ……60
Side Effects ……60
Dying of Darkness ……61
Satchidananda ……61

(iii)

Merge ……62
Raccoon ……62
Poetry as Magic ……63
Transference ……63
Bondage ……63
Centrifuge ……64
The Other Husband ……64
Couch ……65
Ambassador ……65
Kairos ……66
Scream ……66

(iv)

The More Cloudy Places ……67
Poison Path ……67
Keeping it Real ……67
Skull Collector ……68
Kula ……68
Sacrifice ……69
Inside the Deer ……69

Four: The Tower

A Concept of Zero ……70
[Essay on My Daughter] ……74
Essay on My Tower ……75
Essay on My Tower (2) ……76
Essay on My Memory ……79
Essay on My Father ……83
Essay on Increase ……85

Five: The Caldron

Naked ……86
Owl ……94
Preponderance of the Small ……96
Writ on Water ……101
Anthem ……102
I'd Rather Be Here ……107
The First Flag (?)……109
Postnatural ……110

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The First Flag is a mystic alimentary, blood, bone, and pearl poetics—utterly engaging in its seductive conversational tone. But it’s an odd conversation as Fox periodically cries her brains out in ecstasy, disbelief, grief. It’s a luminescent accomplishment, lush with decay, exploding with impossible meldings of stench and shimmer. By way of a powerful natal femininity she claws back the oral threads of her got-away story. I wanted to be right there when her words crowned. Her sentences deliver. It’s not just that her language is a trip; she is really saying something you find you want to hear all the way down. And the footnotes are delightful.”
Nor Hall

“Attention, human-born: ‘THE WAR-TO-ETERNITY BLOWS LIKE BELUGA THROUGH MAN-HOLES ON ‘THE BODY OF MOM.’’ So announces Sarah Fox’s new grimoire-cum-war-manual, The First Flag. This book is not fearless, but, like Notley’s Alette, it pushes through fear as it pushes through membranes of harm, violence, toxicity, ill-inheritance, silence and suppression to retrieve a kind of knowledge from the opposite side. Fox’s poetry is a disarming, potent striving after some as-yet-unparaphrasable element which might, eventually, be healing. So necessary is this battle-passage for the liberation of our desiccated moment that our new flag must bear a line of Fox’s poetry: ‘FUCK THE PATROLMAN AT THE BORDER. At any border, within or without.’
Joyelle McSweeney

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a brilliant, ground-breaking book that reminds me in some ways of Whitman's Leaves of Grass:  it is far-reaching in its scope yet studded with intense personal moments, thoughts, and images that stick with the reader. Unfortunately, the book is so rich, so dense, that it might seem off-putting:  I recommend that you dive in anywhere in the book and just start swim-reading. Innovative in both content and style, this is a terribly important book for contemporary poetry. Bravo to Sarah Fox for this brave success.