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friday feast: one heart, medium rare


If you've sensed that I've been on a Diane Lockward kick lately, you're absolutely right!

First, I posted "I'm Lonely as the Letter X," and then, "Eve's Confession." I may as well top those off today with a third poem from her most recent collection, What Feeds Us, called, "Heart on the Unemployment Line." 

It's a nice example of Lockward's fondness for peeling off the skin and breaking open an idea, feeling, or experience. Here, she riffs on the clichés of the heart, making the familiar fresh. Lockward's fine tuned catalog of human emotion is both playful and poignant; the "mistress of diction" serves up a fine feast, warm cockles and all.

by Diane Lockward

"Dinner is Served" by missdarlyn.

It's a good heart,
in the midst of the matter,
not dangling on anyone's sleeve.
Previously left in San Francisco.
Experienced being wrenched and hung out to dry.
No daws peck at it now.
Works hard, never skips a beat, shows up on time,
even with throbs and aches, even when sick.
Four-chambered pumping machine the size of a fist.
Pumps its store of blood each day,
always in circulation, making its rounds.
Team player, cooperates with capillaries,
arteries, and veins, all blood-saturated.
A versatile heart, innocent or evil,
sweet or bitter, light, heavy, full, faint, or dear.
Systematic, keeps to a schedule.
Once stolen by a nimble-fingered thief, high
on a hill, later returned.
Occasionally stays up late playing cards,
enjoys the shuffling, the quick flutter,
being held in someone's hand.
Grows fonder during absence,
pours itself out, likes its cockles warm.
Always at the center of things -- artichoke,
palm tree, head of lettuce. More reliable than the brain.
This heart won't burn, arrest, attack, or fail.
Once was dropped and broken, sutured by Time.
Never taken a bullet though something like a knife moved through it.
Even in grief, it keeps on beating.

*Posted by permission of author, copyright © 2006 Diane Lockward, published by Wind Publications. All rights reserved.

I highly recommend What Feeds Us. It's one of the few collections of contemporary poetry I've read in recent years (aside from Billy Collins) where I've actually liked every poem. I can't think of anyone else who is as adept at exploring the rich sensuality of food, and its many emotional and sexual connotations (you may already know "Blueberry,"  "Linguini," and "The History of Vanilla"). Diane is fearless and full of fire, and will often take you to places you never expected.

To hear her read "The Fruitful Woman," from Eve's Red Dress (2003), click here. You may well be tempted to bathe in berries. ☺

Today's Poetry Friday hostess is the lovely Elaine Magliaro of Wild Rose Reader, who has a true poet's heart. There are many delicious offerings on the menu, so click through!

ETA: Read this beautifully written, detailed review of What Feeds Us by Judith Montgomery at Valparaiso Poetry Review. Lots of thoughts about individual poems as well as "The History of Vanilla" in its entirety!

Copyright © 2009 Jama Rattigan of jama rattigan's alphabet soup. All rights reserved.



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Sep. 11th, 2009 12:41 pm (UTC)
Her accessibility is what won me over. The poems in the collection aren't all about food -- she deals with a wide range of human obsessions, and tackles serious subjects. She has a way of drawing you in with a casual narrative, and then surprises you in the end. Lots of layers. I think you'll like the book.
Sep. 11th, 2009 11:26 am (UTC)
Tanita Says :)
Oh, that's a little melancholic. An unemployed heart - has been stolen, sundered, and still in grief, keeps beating. Lovely.
Sep. 11th, 2009 12:44 pm (UTC)
Re: Tanita Says :)
Poor heart. We've all been through the ringer. Love that resilience expressed in the final line.
Sep. 11th, 2009 01:13 pm (UTC)
Love those beautiful last three lines. This is one of those poems that shows how important a title can be.

Laura @ Author Amok
Sep. 11th, 2009 02:35 pm (UTC)
Oh, I agree. The title arouses your curiosity, you're not sure of what's to come, and then, by the end, you're nodding your head, yes, yes.
Sep. 11th, 2009 01:37 pm (UTC)
She definitely freshened up those cliches -- if one were prone to cliches, one might say that she breathed new life into them, or pumped new blood into tired old veins of thought, but not being prone to cliches, I'll simply say that I heart your post today. :)

She's a delightful new find for me. Thanks. :)
Sep. 11th, 2009 02:41 pm (UTC)
Hey, is that a new userpic and LJ account?! Love seeing your lovely face smiling at me. :)

Glad you enjoyed the poem. It's always inspiring and interesting to see how a wordsmith like Lockward crafts her poems, shapes her ideas.
Sep. 11th, 2009 03:43 pm (UTC)
What a sweetheart of a poem! I'm hooked. Will definitely look for What Feeds Us.
Sep. 11th, 2009 06:29 pm (UTC)
Yay! Do check out What Feeds Us. You won't be disappointed.
Sep. 11th, 2009 05:41 pm (UTC)
My favorite bit is: "Once stolen by a nimble-fingered thief, high
on a hill, later returned.
Occasionally stays up late playing cards,
enjoys the shuffling, the quick flutter,
being held in someone's hand."

I like how playful it is, even in its despair.

Sep. 11th, 2009 06:30 pm (UTC)
That's my favorite part, too, along with the final lines. Shuffling and fluttering are good any time. :)
Sep. 11th, 2009 08:58 pm (UTC)
I love that. I'll have to look for one of her anthologies. That is powerful good.

Sep. 11th, 2009 11:00 pm (UTC)
You will find yourself craving fresh fruit, which is a good thing :).
Sep. 11th, 2009 10:40 pm (UTC)

Great choice. Love you commentary as much as the poem.

Sep. 11th, 2009 11:01 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading, Susan! Glad you enjoyed the poem.
Sep. 12th, 2009 02:43 pm (UTC)
You're sweet, Jama. I've had the LiveJournal account awhile, just to make it easier to comment, but I finally added the user pic. :)

Sep. 13th, 2009 12:14 pm (UTC)
Looks like she has the potential to be my newest favorite poet! Thanks for the introduction!!
Sep. 13th, 2009 01:39 pm (UTC)
I hope you have a chance to check out Eve's Red Dress and What Feeds Us. It's so easy to enter her poems, and so much will resonate. :)
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