{"id":1495,"date":"2021-01-10T07:46:12","date_gmt":"2021-01-10T13:46:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thespectaclstg.wpengine.com\/?p=1495"},"modified":"2023-02-15T19:12:01","modified_gmt":"2023-02-16T01:12:01","slug":"poetry-by-tr-brady","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thespectacle.wustl.edu\/?p=1495","title":{"rendered":"Poetry by TR Brady"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"single-box clearfix entry-content\" itemprop=\"articleBody\">\n<div class=\"poemscroll\" style=\"font-family: Georgia;\">\n<h4>Each  Queer  Reimagining<\/h4>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;after <em>The Ancient of Days, by William Blake<\/em><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<pre style=\"font-family: Georgia;\">I stretch into a starfish, say big stretch, when I mean big grief. I try to work my body out, but my body is distracted. I try to work my grief out, but I can\u2019t find her. when I can\u2019t find my grief I remember my childhood dog. when he yawned my mother would say big yawn. I open my mouth to no avail. no glamor. here is a moving image: at the jump I whiffed the ball. here is a still life: the bright ball suspended. I stretch into a star. a blue giant. not strictly defined. many. loosely. my muscles, ablaze. I tire from holding the form of a star. my shoulder\u2019s globe everslight. my hand arched at the pinnacle of anything. space occurs in me. I don\u2019t want to extend it. it extends.\n\n<\/pre>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4>Each Queer Reimagining (no cemetery)<\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<pre style=\"font-family: Georgia;\">imagine we arrange a house. yes, the ottoman looks good there. no, we don\u2019t want the tv blocking the windows. oh, there\u2019s nowhere else it can go? that\u2019s fine. we find a jenga block from the previous tenants. would you rather is written on it. a sea glass necklace hanging by the window, it took us weeks to notice. we leave it up. the mote of dead plants around our house shivers like one big living thing. but, yes, they are dead. we make no arrangements for the dead plants. we found them that way. \n\n\f\n<\/pre>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4>Jonathan,<\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<pre style=\"font-family: Georgia;\">I stole your John Wieners book. I wrote a hard to title poem. I called the poem \u2018supplication.\u2019 the book\u2019s cream spine stuck out on my bookshelf where I keep my special rocks I pulled from my back yard and painted a color unnatural. the rocks bookend my hand-me-down records: The Pretender, Breakfast in America, others, others. softened yellow of their covers. softened yellow of your fingers. I haven\u2019t seen you in years. I leaf through the books I should\u2019ve given back, a few folded notes to yourself you left between the pages. my oven caught fire last week. this week a sheet of ice shattered my back windshield. I haven\u2019t talked to you since the winter before last, on the phone in the spare room. I said some words. I don\u2019t remember\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;their sound or the taste of their sound. blooming or collapsing.\n\n\n<\/pre>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr>\n<hr>\n<p>TR Brady is a poet and fiber artist based in Iowa City. TR&#8217;s work has appeared or is\u202fforthcoming in<em> Bennington Review, Denver Quarterly, Colorado Review,<\/em> and <em>Copper\u202fNickel<\/em>. TR holds an MFA from the University of Iowa Writers&#8217; Workshop and is the co-founder\/co-editor of Afternoon Visitor, a new journal of poetry and hybrid text.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Each  Queer  Reimagining | Each Queer Reimagining (no cemetery) | Jonathan<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1667,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[75],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thespectacle.wustl.edu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1495"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thespectacle.wustl.edu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thespectacle.wustl.edu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thespectacle.wustl.edu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thespectacle.wustl.edu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1495"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thespectacle.wustl.edu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1495\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thespectacle.wustl.edu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1667"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thespectacle.wustl.edu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1495"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thespectacle.wustl.edu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1495"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thespectacle.wustl.edu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1495"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}