“Tis Not Too Late to Seek a Newer World” Tennyson

Cody-Rose Clevidence

Eden of the shore, vasectomy of the heavens, ambiguity of prayer. the Vergeof Consciousness, plurality, density, the “laws of motion” and the “lawsof thermodynamics” and the laws of any given state. the one rule of Edenand the cuckold god. the dawn “Crows” the night “Falls” the ocean“Waves”—everything is animate to our animate brains, perambulatingover the surface of an earth which will kill us. the fetid gasses of heavenswirl and break on heaven’s inhospitable shores. I would be as a pigeon let loosefrom this filthy Ark, flying over Oklahoma on a Sunday in the great flock ofmolecules above that spangled sky of my country. the “Goldilocks Hypothesis” theHubble Space Telescope, the little robot on mars. the nautelis, the squid,the dinner-plate sized eye of a blue whale, the cables that run the wholelength of the ocean floor, fiber-optic amygdala of the 21st century, there are stilllions that roam the savannah, there are still taxis in New York. there is stilloil underneath the Arctic, there are still tiny lichens responding to environmentalstimuli on the green-grey rolling tundra. a prayer for all the lichens onthe tundra. a prayer for every nerve-cell & basal ganglia currently in pain.a prayer for the hydrocarbons on Neptune, a prayer for a handful of dust,what is the neuro chemistry of prayer. the neurochemistry of desire that impels lifeto do its fixed-action-patterns to sustain itself. make an egg. let the sunlight onyr skin. seek warmth. build spaceships. the sugars are in the apple.the instructions for making the sugars are encoded in the apples genes.the location of the taste of sweetness is on the tongue as we are in the world,bio-region, airborne, master-of-all, split the atom, spit out the seed—

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Cody-Rose Clevidence is the author of BEAST FEAST (2014) and Flung/Throne (2018), both from Ahsahta Press, Listen My Friend This is the Dream I Dreamed Last Night from The Song Cave and Aux Arc / Trypt Ich from Nightboat, as well as several handsome chapbooks (flowers and cream, NION, garden door press, Auric). They live in the Arkansas Ozarks with their excellently named animals.

"Cody-Rose Clevidence is one of the few poets writing today close enough to the world to sing worthily of it. Such proximity is a form of ecstasy, and such ecstasy results in poems that bridge wild abysses and draw them close into some new Pangaea, a world-continent, fevered and fervent as a Bacchic madness, as weirdly precise as pre-Socratic philosophy, as holy-hectic as an Old Testament prophet, better than a new Bible because dubious of the pieties, all the more pious for its loud-loving-living-lament of the world as it is, as it could be, as it was, all of which we’re losing. Or might be losing. Or maybe not losing at all—if poems such as these can help us leap into the love of the world we’ve forgotten how to love. So it is I take this newest book by Cody-Rose Clevidence, a primer to the primary commandment: Thou shouldst love. It isn’t easy, what is needed, nor should it be. It’s as hard as a good poem teaching us what we most need to know—not knowing at all, but remembering how to praise, and weep as you do."
—Dan Beachy-Quick

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