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December 22, 2009

by Holly Anderson

14 August 1971 (Picasso is painting)

I lay the yolk-y yellow ground      down
now here goes my triangulated body
here is my flesh-colored jock strap
my flesh-colored wings ready for take-off.
It’s hot as blisters and look how the sweat
still runs off me like a young man.
My balls hang heavy and damp.
My dark-veined stones.
Still here. Still have it. It’s all in here.
I’m bringing it out bringing it forth.
I can do this. I can always do this.
The paint still listens.
I talk to the colors and they come —
from the fields this yellow mustard
from fields seen from a train trundling south
then blue canvas awning stripes
sandy Torremolinos days with mother
green seedlings black taxis in the Paris rain.      Drunk
and taking Fernande home to finally touch her      secrets.
Finger her notch her crook tongue her cleft
heft her high and bury my      self.
Now I have wings.
Flesh now yes it’s always been flesh to flesh
and light shifting shapes changing course
of course I’ve followed the light all my life
and strung the string of shapes that tell the stories.
All the stories I’ve lived them all.
89 and the line still excites still makes me hard
the kernel of sex was and is and will always be there
as it should be as it must be forever and ever
so help me god.
So help me work these hands wash in pigment
wash in rapture.
The seed is there
the bursting is still there.
The bursting remains.

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Holly Anderson’s poetry and prose has been anthologized in Up is Up, But So Is Down: New York’s Downtown Literary Scene, 1974-1992 (NYU Press), The Unbearables (Autonomedia), and First Person Intense (Mudborn Press). Her limited edition books Lily Lou (Purgatory Pie Press) and Sheherezade (Pyramid Atlantic) are in library collections including MOMA, Metropolitan Museum of Art, and the Victoria & Albert Museum. Anderson’s lyrics can be heard on Consonant (s/t), Love and Affliction (Fenwayrecordings) Mission of Burma’s VS, OnoffOn (Matador), Jonathan Kane’s Jet Ear Party (Table of the Elements/Radium), and various other albums.

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  1. December 22, 2009 at 12:56 pm

    This gives me chills! Brilliant/brilliant and humbling . . . Just wow. & certainly the best sex I have ever read/heard in a poem. YES!!!

  2. anna
    December 22, 2009 at 7:11 pm

    “89 and the line still excites” – a brilliant line Holly, in a wonderful poem. You’ve got inside his head and pants. Brava!

  3. December 26, 2009 at 1:14 pm

    This is an amazing look inside a man, it’s all true!!

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