Duane Vorhees lives in Japan, working with
American military personnel for the redundantly named University of Maryland
University College. In other life phases, he was a journalist, an actor, a
model, a vocalist for the Kimchi Cowboys, but one who does not sing. A truck
driver and tool room attendant, a hitchhiker, a dishwasher, a lifeguard, a
door-to-door salesman, a carpenter, a high school teacher, a deliverer of
pizzas and newspapers, and stocker of grocery shelves. He was an assembly line
worker for a week.
Husband,
father, comrade.
Poet.
IN
SOLITARY
1. SAMIZDAT
Writer’s
craft: manacled to conviction
like any
zek to his sentence,
like a
blatnoi to a pen,
assaults
its own position
like a
gaybist missionary, assassinates its friends
like any
other virgin---
just
another bloody period,
and
another conception ends.
2. YOUR BODY TELLS THE
HIGHWAYMAN
If
prose is just a page running across your face,
Poetry
is the line lying between your thighs.
Your
body tells the highwayman’s short story life:
The
drama of poems at the point of conception,
but
just one more hackneyed form in execution.
3. LIFE/SENTENCE
key
in the cake—
(in
music, truth hid?)
oh,
the
poet’s prison is
the
rhythm of his
poem
starved,
scarred—
he
makes his
break
Xoxo has put out three
volumes. THE ENDS OF LOVE. HEAVEN, a translation of 20th-century
Korean poems. GIFT.
All three books are
available at xoxopublishing.com. JUST TYPE IN HIS NAME (Duane Vorhees) and they
will magically appear!
1 comment:
Great intro to another author, CJ. Poetry is not my usual choice, but there looks to be some good work here! Thanks for introducing me to Duane's work!
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