ABOUT THE FUNDAMENTALS

"If recent poetic fare has struck you as unsatisfying or bland at best, The Fundamentals consistently delivers "the real beef of things/ marbled by the lunatic real." Deftly able to fuse pop colloquialism with a solid sense of form, Purcell's poems are simultaneously well-crafted and whacked. Whether zealously reviewing movies in the persona of Ezra Pound, sketching a quick still-life at Denny's, or just out for a night of literary gangbanging, he is darkly comic, gleefully original, and excessively fun. This is an impressive and thoroughly entertaining debut."

--Elaine Equi

The Fundamentals is my first book of poetry and it's still looking for a publisher. The title poem is excerpted here.

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He was Mercury
Mercury

And dropped
Scattered

In Amador liquors
A pack of Marlboros
And a pint of Canadian Reserve

Forget it

You'll never know

Fame

Forgiveness

Maybe you've got
A color wheel
For words

Mercury lights

Like iron
Or maybe a theorem
He's come to know

This malleability

So mercury come
Mercury come down

You're poison
On the skin

And in the belly
Like spilled water

Mercury come
Mercury come down

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So he is Rare
So rare

As
He was self-regarding

He trickled in words
And out came fuss
And fake lovers

Or the flash

Of discovery

Don't bother

Rarity will out
Or it will go to war
And smother

Hatred

Froths from the hearts
Of children
And clogs their arteries

So rare

Themselves, their mothers
So rare, teaching
What has gone before

Yet war in new ways:

Five fingers
on his puffing hand

Two eyes
On the fire in landscape

Two feet
Running

One rare child
Of three or four

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He was a Yearbook
A yearbook

Full of himself
Counting up from the A's

The Aardvarks near the Admirals
And all the alcoholics he was
Line up at the bar he would become

As a Cunt he followed Cunnilingus

As a Dick he drills

And toward the center, his Identity

Suffers badly
Following a dermatological breakdown
And Halitosis

He was the Junior League

And Katharsis in the Greek
Just because he showed up
And was Lingering

He shut Mouth and Nose alternately

As he Openly, Ponderously
Queerly, Red-faced, Standing, Terribly

As through Unbelief
Ended

With a few signatures
From relative strangers

A few nice sentiments
Slug away, jerk

See you next summer
Keep lovin' KISS


Copyright © 2006 by Greg Purcell


"This mechanical robin/ fresh from its box/ will suffice/ to sing much later// first to the television,/ second to the dice."

 

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