Poetry
Ape Ancestry, My Refinery
Ape Ancestry
With a flush
and a rush of
nocturnal swirl,
apes gape though
planetary plexi,
in deity’s study
where zoolunar
logic tells me
of my ancestry.
Ancestry!
in the
beady beans
in the
twinkle wrinkle
Ancestry!
in the moony
monkey skin,
in the starry
expression.
My Refinery
Bridge in flames
torch in hand
all my friends stand
across
and with this hook
of lost look
I roil with
mutation
in sea-space surround
a cycloptic mound
of horrific headiness
a refinery of
oily introspection,
inflamed,
and still in
operation.
Jeremy Sigler’s Crackpot Poet is forthcoming from Black Square Editions. His two other books of poetry, Mallet Eyes and To and To, were both published by Left Hand Books, a press founded by the late Fluxus artist Dick Higgins. He is the Assistant New York Editor of Parkett, and teaches in the art departments at the Maryland Institute College of Art and, intermittently, Yale University. Sigler was recently awarded a Lannan Foundation writer’s residency in Marfa, Texas, which he will attend in May.
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Jeremy SiglerJeremy Sigler is a poet, critic and teacher living in Brooklyn, New York. His long-awaited analysis of the poetry of Carl Andre is forthcoming from Sternberg Press.
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