Morning, As Is
I didn’t want to do it over in silk flowers
the main strands of staying here—
flowers made of yarn held behind the back,
a shore where splendor washed up
a glittery stone, a sun setting in its stripes.
I threw it back, threw back the stone
sleeping its two dreams in my hand
but also awake it splashed as I threw it back
and my friend cried out
as if this left things less complete.
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“Morning, As Is” from CONTINUITY: by Cynthia Arrieu-King.
Published by Octopus Books, April 2021.
Copyright © 2021 by Cynthia Arrieu-King.
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission.
Cynthia Arrieu-King is a former Kundiman Fellow and associate professor of creative writing at Stockton University. Her poetry books include People are Tiny in Paintings of China (Octopus Books 2010), Manifest, which won the Gatewood Prize selected by Harryette Mullen (Switchback 2013), and Futureless Languages (Radiator Press 2018). Her next poetry book, Continuity (Octopus Books 2021), is the sequel to Futureless Languages.
“Cynthia Arrieu-King’s beautiful new book manages to feel written on the occasion of both a birth and a death, and perhaps it means to remind us that the passage of time necessitates both, as it brims with energy and elegy at once. I love the urge and pull of her richly textured language, her vision of what sorrow can teach us, her poem-as-jeweled-time-travelling-mausoleum, a place where we keep both our beloveds and our own past selves. Elegy doesn’t resurrect, but in Continuity it does teach, distill, unveil. It folds time. Thus it reaches for, thus it does reach. 'They keep / saying your place / isn’t a room, but / a kind of paragraph.' Yes. Here. My gratitude to this poet for showing me new languages for feelings I thought I knew.”
"In Cynthia Arrieu-King’s Continuity, one moment follows the breath of the next, and on and on. The gorgeous mixes with the ugly in the skein of time, each moment bound by the question of what substance fuels the forward movement of the next: genetics, destiny, mere momentum? If King’s Futureless Language pondered the destruction of the earth and therefore the end of human language, its sequel Continuity struggles with time’s passage in the shadow of the knowledge that we are already continually experiencing a kind of end, over and over. King asks, 'Who wipes the rag across the dust, polishing the story when History can’t handle the // needle of the actual.' Family members float in and out of the frame, each member a fractured piece of destiny that mirrors history’s great contradictions and divergences: the urge to reproduce oneself, the urge to annihilate the other, the urge to endure time, the urge to disappear. Here as elsewhere, King’s poems are sonically soft and visually holographic, sensorially pleasurable and richly melancholy. They glean beauty where there is little transcendence: 'Night will fall without rapture, us breathing despite everything, // marrow reverberating // faith riding a dot.'"