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PRE fACE (early poetry, volume one)

by David Cloyd

98 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #03-0782; ISBN 1-4120-0413-6; US$14.00, C$16.95, EUR11.10, £7.70

PRE fACE covers an eclectic geography of styles, from a garland of sonnets to free verse. Visually striking, emotionally engaging, and intelligent poetry for even non-poetry readers.

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About the Book David Cloyd's first published effort covers an eclectic geography of poetry. From a 6-line snap to a 168-line epithalamium, from a full garland of sonnets to free verse, this is poetry that even non-poetry readers can enjoy, as visually striking as it is mentally and emotionally engaging. Written from the perspective of one person trying to find objectivity in a time of outspoken and baseless subjectivity, the poems chronicle a relationship between perception and reality in a style that challenges the reader and ignites creativity on a personal level. Volume one of an as-yet-untitled trilogy of early work, PRE fACE is the beginning of a new poet and a new poetry.

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About the Author PRE fACE (early poetry, volume one) is David Cloyd's first book. He is presently writing volumes two and three of the as-yet-untitled collective, due for release sometime in 2004. He was recently named the featured poet of May 2003 by the Brooklyn Poetry Outreach. He is also a musician and songwriter, playing the guitar and singing with the band good evening. Check the group's website for live show updates and mp3s: http://www.goodeveningtheband.com. David lives in Brooklyn, New York, and likes it very much.

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Sample Excerpts

(62) villanelle no.2

a time will come when all that's brittle breaks
(the weakness in the structure coming clean)-
that cracking is the only sound that fakes.

to build a place free from our heart's mistakes
could not be done had not a one foreseen
a time will come when all that's brittle breaks,

thus plan miscalculation's smallest slakes-
those little muffled noises; in between
that cracking is the only sound that fakes

the faking (while we sleep the slumber takes
a form it owns) of loving's lost machine.
a time will come when all that's brittle breaks

the heart that beats our drum, that feeds our aches;
the moment full of vibrant seems to preen
that cracking. is the only sound that fakes

the buzzing of alarm clocks will awakes?
the time has gone when shined the structure's sheen.
a time will come when all that's brittle breaks;
that cracking is the only sound that fakes.

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(46)

i remember the day
the very week and second that it happened
it just occured to me

the way that water
goes down the sink clockwise
in the northern hemisphere
beneath the northern lights

(the way that ice cubes
look shattered on the inside even before
before you crack them out)

i remember the very minute
the hour and month that it occured
it just happened to me

the very weak thought
went down the think clockwise
in my right hemisphere
beneath the right lights

(the way her water cracked
and out i came counterclockwise
like the southern hemisphere
it just happened to us)
it just occured to me

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(25) sonnet 5: (love of hunger)

kisses best don't come from lips: they go there
like an end to travelling with patience,
wrinkled in their destination, nowhere
in their trembled station, such irreverence

for the truth: most kisses worst from lips come
for the lips and to the lips will stop there
hungry for a bite but finding alum
(shrinking morethan lips to lessthan two pair)

kisses only go to lips: they find us
sitting next to them in empty waitrooms
blissing for a ticket on a nonbus
ditching all the whens and wheres for with whoms

(if your kisses come from lips, fair warning:
you have set your destination mourning)

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(9)

i like your question why
near my answer when
my why says when

and when your when says (shy)why

my when's because(applause)

your pause

        tells stars

        when your why not's because(that's why)answers

(please)

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Catalogue Information

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