evolution psalms
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Poems of solastalgia and change, Tayve Neese's evolution psalms moves from denial to acceptance exploring the individual and collective roles we as human beings must bear in this Age of the Anthropocene. Neese's poems call for a reconciliation with our own acts of violence from both a societal and personal facet so that we can ?relearn how to speak / to one another.? Often looking at the scientific through the lens of the spiritual and the spiritual through the lens of the scientific, evolution psalms explores the nature of attachment, emotionally and physically, moving away from grief toward contentment to cultivate a ?Trust in the flesh's alteration, life-force's urn, / our salvation.?
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Content
- Intro
- COVER
- Praise for evolution psalms
- In spring, my denial still will not thaw
- I can feel the world about to fall
- He says, It's so shallow
- I'm in need of one good eye or a telescope
- I Believe in Chakras
- Harvest
- Sea Stars mysteriously disappearing along the Pacific Coast
- Baby whale seems to think yacht is its mother
- Song of the lioness
- I know this polarity
- Radioactive Boars Are Roaming Around Germany
- Evolution Psalms
- Inside Boy's Knee, Sea Snail Egg Grew and Hatched
- To the gods of evolving thingS
- Mother chant
- Abbey in Harvard, Massachusetts
- ARACHNE
- Athena's Owl
- Bow-maker
- Barbaro, Gone Down
- No Tiger's Corpse
- Why, Ego, what big teeth you have
- I have glanced the underbelly
- Karma is a bladed
- Stampede
- Three Thoughts on Diffraction
- Mitosis
- My girls, now electrons,
- 1998
- Back to the Colonnade
- We were beachcombers
- Baptism at Tabacon
- Wife
- Another me
- When you leave your lover, leave him in a cluster
- After years of marriage
- She snuck away from the marriage
- What the conch spoke
- I will remove the knee-length skirt
- Monogamy in Springtime
- A Boy I Once Knew
- Dominion
- Bombs do not fall
- minneapolisbrunswickbaghdad
- Once, I owned a Taurus .35
- How to suture the wounds that fester over your umbilical and third eye
- Picking blackberries with my daughter Sage
- Aunt ALMA in October
- What's gone missing in this age of satellites & Viruses
- Milking the Cow
- North to Bonaventure
- Scatter me at Bonaventure
- We are all Crusoe in the slant light
- Hymn for how far astray we have roamed
- To those of us in sooty cities
- Without rod or staff in the age of satellites & viruses
- Quarantine Dream #4
- The place of longing is blue
- Love poem in the age of satellites & viruses
- I am a half
- Etymology/Entomology
- Advice to my younger-self
- Admiration of Two Inflections of the Mourning Dove
- (Self) Forgiveness comes as a green snake
- Acceptance
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- NOTES
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- BACK COVER
