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    The Double Truth
    The Double Truth
    The Double Truth
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    The Double Truth

    By Chard deNiord

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    The Double Truth is a collection of poems that arc from myth to history, knowledge to mystery, Eros to natural love, animals to human beings, then back in an alternating poetic current that betrays a speaker who is at once a privileged witness of her time and a diachronic amalgam of voices that are as imagined as they are real in their anonymous legacy.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherUniversity of Pittsburgh Press
    Release dateJan 30, 2011
    ISBN9780822991182
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      Book preview

      The Double Truth - Chard deNiord

      I

      What a Doll Am I

      I rise naked each morning and stand

      at the window with arms outstretched

      and feet apart like da Vinci's figure in the circle

      and wait for the day's attendants to dress me

      in garments they choose for that morning—

      a shroud one day, a coat of lead the next.

      What a doll am I to these attendants

      whose only task is to remind me

      day after day of who I am:

      that man or woman I think I'm not.

      Trailer

      The guests are floating in the lobby,

      walking but also gliding to the front desk

      then away, checking in, checking out,

      muscular souls adorned in cotton,

      wool, and rayon, chewing the future

      inside their heads, slicing the air

      with ironed pleats, avoiding the camera

      at every turn so as, so as to get it right

      this time, which is the first time.

      First cut, best cut! the director shouts

      since this is also a silent film for the deaf

      and therefore everyone. His aim

      is to get the cast to see what they've

      been missing, to disregard the very sounds

      that they don't hear to begin with,

      but would notice immediately

      if they were gone. See how they glide

      on the ether above the floor.

      The insouciance, Lord. The insouciance!

      They are all here in the magic of the set,

      every soul in the guise of a guest

      going about her business, a rendezvous here,

      an assignation there, the solitary sipping

      at the bar. Someone striking appears

      at the door. The rain outside beats down

      on the streets with terrible force until all

      you can hear is the roar of the sky as it passes

      above, and then below, on its narrow tracks.

      Renunciation

      A small dark cloud in the shape of no

      appeared at the edge of the otherwise clear October

      sky, then floated as an answer inside my head

      to a question that I forgot, as if my mind

      and sky were one, but without a breeze to blow

      the no into something else, anything else

      beyond the little cause inscribed across

      the earth. What a sky is the mind, I thought. What a field

      the heart. And the more I thought, the larger the cloud

      became, as if I knew from the start I couldn't

      love for long, much less forever as the blue

      appeared to want. As if the sky were ready

      to remove its veil at the sign of the smallest cloud,

      defer to the sudden drop of darkness again.

      Club Erebus

      Death is the mother of beauty.

      —WALLACE STEVENS

      They emerged from a door that wasn't a door

      and floated across the room to the stage

      which they ascended and began to sway

      and bend and turn with only their G-strings on.

      I sat at the bar drinking gin and smoking

      a cigar, watching them work beneath

      the lights, accept the funds of happy men

      who took great care in folding their bills

      like miniature towels inside the belts

      around their thighs that went k'ching,

      k'ching, until rings of bills adorned

      their thighs and the music stopped

      for a moment, long enough for them

      to disappear into the dark of the high

      stone door at the end of the stage

      where they waved good-bye, good-bye

      and then were gone beneath the world

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