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Coming to

出版	Chatham University, 2020
URL	http://books.google.com.hk/books?id=QmiYzwEACAAJ&hl=&source=gbs_api

註釋"Originally, I sought to construct this manuscript with at least one love poem to each of my lovers. This would be the thesis! And in me, the idea created excitement to share myriad experiences of gay love. Once I began exploring those experiences, though, I found less material to work with and found myself writing other poems. What I found was a narrative about identity, gay men, violence, closeness, sexuality, substance abuse, and masculinity. These were the poems I was writing. Eventually, a narrative arc emerged, and I have attempted to arrange these poems roughly into it. Coming To speaks with and about the question: how can men be tender, open and intimate within a world where we create the violence? Swedish poet Aase Berg has influenced my approach toward composition. What is and isn't allowed in a poem. In the essay, "It's not acceptable to be a fatso," she writes: I hope for poetic articulations that are aggressive, baroque, and esoteric; I prefer ridiculous and embarrassing to perfect. In the literary marketplace, which is dominated by the aesthetic and social ideals of the upper middle class, it's not acceptable to be a fatso in any sense - one adjective too many and you're gone. It's a persistent clich©♭ that the sober, quiet, and elegant text-or, more broadly, the "simple" text-has more to say than the noisy text. The fleshy, screamy, and overcharged, the vulgar, desperate, and pathetic are so taboo in our culture that I can smell a rat. The right to an inner life, to slowness and laziness, and to the time it takes to travel to other worlds are the most important political messages in this time... The text of the future is inward moving, fractalized, and non℗Ưlinear. I hope it bites off more than it can swallow. (Berg) Many of the poems in Coming To draw on the logos that "sober, quiet, and elegant text" does not have "more to say than the noisy text." I gave myself permission to ramble, to junk stuff together. For example, in "Poem to straight David," I write: Matt, this trophy this need that when you turn from David Your mouth hangs open, your breath is hot, how the fuck ..." -- from Introduction