Spent quite a bit of time in April looking about the Farrar, Strauss & Giroux poetry blog, The Best Words in Their Best Order. Go look if you have the inclination and time to get lost for a bit or more than a bit. A stray comment I left somewhere won me this signed, limited run (500 copies) chapbook. Elegant darkness just like Seidel's words. Thrilled. And bracing myself for the brute force of his words from this new collection.
From the FGG poetry blog:
Calvin Bedient has called Seidel “the most frightening American poet ever.” Michael Robbins calls him “a ghoul,” while James Lasdun defined his work as "an oasis…in the desert of contemporary American poetry.”
The man in bed with me this morning is myself, is me,
The sort of same-sex marriage New York State allows.
Both men believe in infidelity.
Both wish they could annul their marriage vows.
You have to practice looking like thin air
When you become the way you do not want to be,
An ancient head of ungrayed dark brown hair
That looks like dyed fur on a wrinkled monkey.
Evening Man sits signing bills in the Oval Office headless -
Every poem I write starts or ends like this.
His hands have been chopped off. He signs bills with the mess.
The country is in good hands. It ends like this.