Rosebud Ben-Oni provides us with a little equine bonding in I Guess We’ll Have to be Secretly in Love with Each Other & Leave it at That in Frontier Poetry.
Here’s snippet of the rich, giving, lyrical rush of it:
The poem is an arguement, a betrayal and then the justification of that betrayal because of the truth of it’s harmlessness. Breaking up lines into breathless fragments, in the motion of riding, in the motion of a canter of a walk lets us move between contexts.
The horse might be a metaphor.
Speaking to Rosebud over Twitter DM, it’s a goodbye letter to her former lovers — and the lives that could have been lead. This gives us the lyrical context we need to understand lines like:
I think we & planting boxwood & snowdrop
for not our winter
children, nor sweet box
To facetiming winter silence
(Sorry to mangle the layout)
The idea of white winter silences, and the running themes of argued things like children and sweet boxes next to the white christmas and post-christmas blossoms and berries. It’s a collection of boxes that you keep the things of past lovers in.
There’s something important in saying goodbye to previous lovers. It’s hard to do in the context of any current, positive relationship, because it might make a mark on where you are now. But it’s impossible to recognise the person you without the hoofprints made to get there.
Find Rosebud on her website, or on twitter. Her work appears or is forthcoming in POETRY, The American Poetry Review, Tin House, Black Warrior Review, TriQuarterly, Prairie Schooner, Arts & Letters, among others. Honestly, her current bio is what appears to be an enviable and unachieveable madness of various teaching, writing, and creative gigs.
So there was that thing with Tyrant Books. The original tweet is here:
There seems to be a particular and nasty dispute between NY Tyrant and one of their writers, Darcie Wilder. I can’t really speak to this, but it is the centre of the ensuing storm surrounding the press.
The response seems a little mad to me. It’s not completely ridicious that a publisher might not want agented authors — it’s difficult to reconcile the middleman. The responses to that tweet make out like NY Tyrant is doing something illegal, perverse, digusting — but it’s simply a choice of business practice. One that says “no rent seekers”. Whether this is good or bad for writers would really depends on whether you would intend to work with this one particular publisher.
A great many of the replies involve people who seem to be simply churning what they’ve read in other replies, endless “this is a total red flag” and “predatory” come up so much you have to wonder how the news is spreading — and who to? We can’t assume everyone here has written something that would be suitable for NY Tyrant, a press who publish exciting and challenging work?
NY Tyrant publish the excellent Blake Butler, writer of completely insane tomes, like SKY SAW which was a entirely abusive book to the reader. It really tore at you whenever you tried ot find ground within it. And yet, it was bodily-lyrical, it was an experience. I wouldn’t want to think someone would not submit that because they were worried about getting “ripped off”. The demand that all art should have to take the same path to the public seems strange to me.
This week’s song is Nicolas Jaar’s Against All Logic, and in particular Minesota 999.
Thanks for reading Etch To Their Own, it was written by @CJEggett and proofread by no one. This week was too kind with poetry for us, and I wish we had more time for it. But my hear beats for the horses that have run me over in the past (true, although the horse is dead) and there are friends in the house who are yet to be sleeping.