Memories of My Father

I’m privileged to have a copy of Andrew Levy’s “Memories of My Father” in my hand. Apparently, it’s a difficult book to get one’s hands on, and since I am feeling better (and finally diagnosed!), I’m diving in. Being sick for any length of time raises questions those of us who have had health for awhile might never consider. One can label them the usual issues regarding life, death, how to live, time’s limitations, etc., but I’m finding, not-so-coincidentally, Levy’s poems resonate in a way that strikes chords, or even, echoes of thoughts now fading with health’s return. It’s especially good to be reminded of the vitality of poetry and how poetry is life; the rest, such as work and getting to the store, is maintenance. It takes a poem to get at the poetry of living, so to speak. I hope Andrew won’t mind me sharing a couple of his poems with you below.

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A Poem Can Also Die


To be a person without a style

The business plan?

I think everyone’s had about enough

Fill in with something …
The permission to produce our personal lives presents
the performances we love

And these words
Shall be upon they heart

The market we want most
Our friends and neighbors

Will be there

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With Notice


I am glad that he left peacefully

Without prejudice

Just to be yourself

You’re risking your life

Leftover


Minds go mad

What to do

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From Memories of My Father by Andrew Levy

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Amy King is the recipient of the 2015 Winner of the Women’s National Book Association (WNBA) Award. Her latest collection, The Missing Museum, is a winner of the 2015 Tarpaulin Sky Book Prize. She serves on the executive board of VIDA: Women in Literary Arts and is co-editing with Heidi Lynn Staples the anthology Big Energy Poets of the Anthropocene: When Ecopoets Think Climate Change. She also co-edited the anthology Bettering American Poetry 2015 and is a professor of creative writing at SUNY Nassau Community College.

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  1. Thanks, Jilly! The test was boring, except the nurse was chatting with me while I was “cheating.” I was moving my feet to maintain blood pressure; the cardiologist came in and called me on it. About eight minutes later of standing completely still, my pressure suddenly dropped to fainting, and they put the table down quickly. She diagnosed me at that point. The part I hated was when they gave me synthetic adrenaline while lying down. I didn’t get the full blown dose (just for four minutes too), but it was miserable. If you’re not diagnosed without it, they give it to you while in the standing position. Glad I didn’t need that part of the test. I’m still feeling not-so-hot and off kilter, which is common right after the test. Looking forward to feeling better!

    Do you need to get the test?

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