Imaginary Logic

Imaginary Logic

By:  Rodney Jones

A new collection from a Kingsley Tufts Award–winning poet

Imaginary Logic is a brilliantly expansive, deeply meditative, and at times wildly imaginative collection of poems that combines Rodney Jones’s distinctive storytelling ability, sharp social intelligence, and keen powers of observation in a book that is wistful, satiric, audacious, and remorseless. “The Art of Heaven” opens with a parody of Dante and a down-home, twisted humor that Jones’s readers have come to rely on: “In the middle of my life I came to a dark wood, / the smell of barbecue, kids running in the yards. / Not deep depression. This nice hell of suburbs. / Speed bumps. The way things aren’t quite paradise.”Rodney Jones, winner of the National Book Critics Circle Award, is one of America’s “best, most generous, and most brilliantly readable poets” (Poetry). Imaginary Logic is the most eloquent expression yet of his rigorous mind, scrupulous eye, and capacious heart.

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  • Format: eBook

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780547518299

  • ISBN-10: 0547518293

  • Pages: 96

  • Price: $9.99

  • Publication Date: 10/25/2011

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Rodney Jones
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Rodney Jones

RODNEY JONES is the author of eleven books of poems. His many honors include the National Book Critics Circle Award, the Harper Lee Award, and the Kingsley Tufts Award, and he has been a finalist for the Los Angeles Times Book Award, the Griffin International Poetry Prize, and the Pulitzer Prize. He teaches in the low-residency MFA creative writing program at Warren Wilson College and lives in New Orleans and Southern Illinois.
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  • reviews

    "Middle age, masculinity, competition, religion, football, and the art of poetry itself spin together into powerful ironies in some of the best poems Jones has created so far: 'I had a dream,' one begins, 'of harnessing and exacting irrevocable power over others... in the cleat-pocked, dried dirt of a practice field.'" --Publishers Weekly

  • excerpts

    In the Days of Magical Realism

    I went everywhere with invisible

    camera crew and musicians.

    Portaged by lust, convinced it was beauty.

    Washington, early spring, 1976,

    three girls moving away from the cab,

    speaking French, as I crawled in,

    and one, faux-blond, with pearls,

    decked out in hotpants and shawl —

    I saw her as a zoologist sees a pet

    detransmogrifying from a carpet

    and was wondering might this ideal

    suggest goddess, hooker, or model

    when the look she threw back over one shoulder

    rendered into stone the eyes

    with which I had seen myself.

    Voice Making the Sounds of Engines

    Aging imaginary playmates,

    arbiters of loneliness

    and childhood, have they

    fallen on hard times,

    sleeping under bridges

    and eating from trash bins?

    When I knew them,

    they already had wives,

    experience in the military,

    and full-time jobs:

    mechanic, truck driver,

    steam shovel engineer.

    In the shadows under

    the house of women,

    they used to help me

    with heavy equipment,

    laying out boulevards

    for a city of missing men.

    Idols, stooges, parrot

    and laminate of vox

    mundi, backfiring, doubleclutching,

    from this distance

    they seem stalled

    in the fifties and leaking grease.

    Except for the clean,

    well-spoken one,

    twisting his mustache

    like an appellate judge

    or ambassador from

    the commonwealth of mothers.

    And the rooster Caesar,

    worm-poaching with

    harem and sycophants.

    Vuden, vuden, we would go,

    and he would show us

    the nature of masculinity.

    Ambition

    The new house had the air

    of a stationary ark

    ready to set out: the flood

    a freshet in each faucet,

    the shine and lacquer smell,

    pecan floors, transfigurations

    of porcelain and enamel.

    Each plug-in was an owl’s face

    being attacked by a snake.

    The fear that he might slip

    and flush down the toilet

    balanced his wishing

    the Apaches could leap

    from the television. Meanwhile,

    since the carpenters

    had left a few light boards

    stacked by the door, he plundered

    the vacant house in the field

    for wings, six years old

    with an airplane to build.

     

Available Resources

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  • Format: eBook

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780547518299

  • ISBN-10: 0547518293

  • Pages: 96

  • Price: $9.99

  • Publication Date: 10/25/2011

  • Carton Quantity: 1

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