Gut: Poems
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Winner, 2022 Miller Williams Poetry Prize
J. Bailey Hutchinson’s Gut is the dazzling debut of a born storyteller. In Hutchinson’s poems, which explore the substance of personal history, family attains the mysterious stature of folklore, while the vast worlds of nature and of the imagination abound with extraordinary creatures that likewise elude full understanding. For the voracious consciousness at work here, inheritance—what it means to be from a particular place and a particular people, no matter how one might strain against that—lies at the very heart of things.
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Gut - J. Bailey Hutchinson
Miller Williams Poetry Series
EDITED BY PATRICIA SMITH
GUT
POEMS
J. Bailey Hutchinson
The University of Arkansas Press
Fayetteville
2022
Copyright © 2022 by The University of Arkansas Press. All rights reserved. No part of this book should be used or reproduced in any manner without prior permission in writing from the University of Arkansas Press or as expressly permitted by law.
ISBN: 978-1-68226-202-3
eISBN: 978-1-61075-771-3
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∞ The paper used in this publication meets the minimum requirements of the American National Standard for Permanence of Paper for Printed Library Materials Z39.48-1984.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Hutchinson, J. Bailey, author.
Title: Gut: poems / J. Bailey Hutchinson.
Description: Fayetteville: The University of Arkansas Press, 2022. |
Series: Miller Williams poetry series | Summary: In Gut—winner of the first Miller Williams Poetry Prize selected by Patricia Smith—poet J. Bailey Hutchinson explores the substance of personal history
—Provided by publisher.
Identifiers: LCCN 2021047925 (print) | LCCN 2021047926 (ebook) | ISBN 9781682262023 (paperback; alk. paper) | ISBN 9781610757713 (ebook)
Subjects: LCGFT: Poetry.
Classification: LCC PS3608.U85946 G88 2022 (print) | LCC PS3608.U85946 (ebook) | DDC 811/.6—dc23/eng/20211001
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2021047925
LC ebook record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2021047926
for family
. . . oh clumsy, oh bumblefucked
oh giddy, oh dumbstruck . . .
—Ross Gay
CONTENTS
Series Editor’s Preface
Acknowledgments
Things Dying & Where
J. Bailey Hutchinson Prays to the River
Heat Advisory
Learning to Swim in the Mississippi
Big Dark
Ouroboros as Eight-Year-Old
Self-Portrait as Tomoe Mami, Beheaded by a Witch
Eat
The Minnesota State Fair’s Miracle of Birth Center, Sponsored by Subaru
J. Bailey Hutchinson Takes Plan B in Marseille
I Have Never Had to Love Someone Who Beat Me
Obituary
Barbara
The Holes
Everyone Was Diagnosed with ADHD in the Nineties
Real Good Meat Eater
The Butcher’s Granddaughter
My Dad Has Sleep Apnea and Has a Gun in His Nightstand
Things Dying & Where
Poem Written as Barter for $366.12 in Outstanding Bills
Dog Not Deer
Self-Portrait as Haruno Sakura, Kunoichi of Konohagakure
Carne e Spirito
Became My Body, Too
Poem Written as Barter for $75.00 in Outstanding Bills
Lineage
Things Dying & Where
Tennessee Wildman
Fox Song
Self-Portrait as Lin, Who Knows the Bathhouse
Discourse
Butterflies Are More Metal than Moths
J. Bailey Hutchinson Moves 658.8 Miles North and Tries to Make It Count
Notes
SERIES EDITOR’S PREFACE
I believe that all of us, every poet everywhere, can point to one mortifying moment of clueless ambition, when we decided that it was a snazzy idea to skip several thousand steps in our poetic evolution. After all, we were the annoying kids who bragged that we could and would memorize the entire dictionary, one page a day. (I threw in the towel at abattoir. You?)
Undeterred by the failure to master the all of our language, I once again succumbed to an unbridled zeal. Once I chose poetry as my way to walk through the world, and anxious to get down to business, I decided that I’d teach myself prosody and form in one big ol’ fell swoop. Who needed classrooms and seminars and actual instruction? I’d picked up the enticing tome Patterns of Poetry, by some guy named Miller Williams, in the best lil’ bookstore in Chicago, and I’d set aside a whole month to memorize everything in its pages.
Imagine—an entire month to master iambs, dactyls, anapests, pyrrhus, spondees, trochees and amphibrachs, as well as sapphics, the elegiac couplet, englyn penfyr, dipodic quatrain, awdyl gywydd, clerihew, terza rima, cyhydedd hir, rhupunt, and—well, the sonnet, of course.
This Williams person, whoever he was (remember that I was—shall we say, oblivious to everything except my own naked desire to POET), had gathered all that juicy knowledge between two covers, and all I had to do was sit down and pick it up. I imagined him on a misty mountainside somewhere, wallowing