CE Putnam, Part One

by: CE Putnam1

In these sections from CE Putnam’s The Bunny Manuscript, narrative doesn’t cohere as much as come into view as a body might rise up from a turbid lake, eliding landscape, speaker, and story through a cinematic attention to both detail and the bigger picture. Like “upside down/ birds” who think they are “looking down/ on themselves” we emerge from these poems “alive and stupid with wonder.”

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DAY 5
THE RELATION BETWEEN YOU AND YOU MAKES YOU

++++++The whole day today
++++++floating in a kidney
++++++shaped swimming pool
++++++algae plumed and starred
++++++with Koi polished stones.

++++++++++++First, a bar of cloud.

++++++Warm long grasses in the distance
++++++churned up my arctic stomach breezes.

++++++++++++++++++Then, floating on my back,
++++++++++++++++++I counted the leaves
++++++++++++++++++of an enormous fan-palm
++++++++++++++++++waving all-confounding
++++++++++++++++++blue vulgar shadows, then
++++++++++++++++++watched cooing silken pigeon
++++++++++++++++++droppings wink their way down
++++++++++++++++++to the pink tiled bottom.

++++++++++++The Caretaker frightened
++++++++++++away a gang of dive-bombing
++++++++++++crows with an empty blue
++++++++++++water cooler bottle.

++++++Blue plastic black feather murder loop smacking loop.

++++++++++++Later, I pleased my imagination
++++++++++++with the idea of The First Circle,
++++++++++++a rusted ring without center
++++++++++++under which I always find
++++++++++++another wider, darker one
++++++++++++opening wrecked without
++++++++++++beginning or end and thinking
++++++++++++I will never ever ever forget
++++++++++++their order until I lost leaf
++++++++++++count and had to start over
++++++++++++alive and stupid with wonder.

 

DAY 166
THE FANTASTIC SKIMMER IS LIKELY TO BE ENCOUNTERED.

++++++Maybe it’s because ducks
++++++don’t talk much
++++++when they are flying.
++++++Few have hearts so dark

++++++and broken they will
++++++not bother to look
++++++up when they hear
++++++the barking of wild

++++++geese and think for a moment
++++++that they are upside down
++++++birds looking down
++++++on themselves, barking

 

DAY 359
OUTSIDE PATERSON

SPOOKY said tell me about your fourth dream?

Pink dawn hitchhiking, I am in a pick up
and I am going to see the doctor
for an annual physical with Jack Nicholson
and he is driving. He’s got belly rolls of filet mignon
(sicko!) guzzling spit bug moonshine foam from a jar.
We had never seen each other before.
He says he saw a vision of himself reborn in a hell world
holding a clear monkey cigar surrounded by nurses
and manatees on fire and came out
of that inferno with an incredible
lack of self esteem—germs he says
germs are germs where ever they go
glazed onto the dashboard dark and heavy
lacking dankness and of modest green
a barely satisfactory huff of reefer
from the heating vent whirring hogs
between crustacean shapes but wait
what is in this stuff? paralyzed chickens
hospital cinders, a gupping fish maw
Flossie opening her nightgown
for a locust tree, a red petal edge of sky?
I want to be in a separate examination room,
and away from this drug enforced intimacy.
His hand now is always somewhere on or near
my body. “But since my parents are dead, I could
never get another brother!” There is not any
other good doctor within one hundred
and fifty-four miles.

 

C.E. Putnam is the author of The Papier-Mâché Taj Mahal (1997), XX Elegies(1998), Spaces Where Spaces Are (1999), Transmissions from the Institute (2000), Maniac Box(2001), Things Keep Happening (2003), Crawlspace (2007) (w/ Daniel Comiskey), and the chapbook “The Bunny Manuscript (Episode Three)” (Textile Series, 2014). He is the founder of the Putnam Institute for Space Opera Research (P.I.S.O.R.) and currently lives in Portland, Oregon. 

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