Research Catalog

Title

Stops / Joel Sloman.

Author

Sloman, Joel.

Publication

Cambridge, Mass. : Zoland Books, 1997.

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Details

Description

xi, 96 pages; 22 cm

Note

• "Uncorrected proof"--P. [4] of cover.

Contents

• It rains on elms' tall pillars -- It's all having a negative impact on me -- Again the back of color turns toward us -- When is the blood coming from? -- Am I closer to thee, dotted world? -- Small unstoppered bottles of blue -- A soft streak of striated cloud -- Already a smudge, Gotham-sized bumps -- Dirty windows dull the known brightness -- Once we finish, we will repeat -- The pretty blue crossed by a dust-raising herd of clouds -- While an ugly green house vibrates in a pale light -- An aging spruce's limbs flap like wide sleeves -- Claire, I implore you! -- What fine design! -- I am a tree or a dog -- Is it admirable they rise as one and fall as one? -- Gray cone of spruce -- Warm skies blow a pitiful nothingness -- Not quite "snow holiday" -- The day starts slow - dapper fedora, a dash of color -- The Hi-Lo's sing -- Zurburan -- All the trees, the birds, houses, atmospheric effects, and light -- Unlucky sun, fairy boots -- Too tired to talk politics --
• Something flowery in the sky -- "I could curl up into a little ball and stay there" -- My mode is evasion -- The warbler's somewhere in the shrubs -- This black-and-white spider -- In the Book of Abundance, routes run -- Sweet Pea -- A dahlia blooms dark rose -- Most extra-terrestrials are based on trees -- Constellations -- My Name Is... -- Lead, flame, acid -- It's wet, honey scented, chill -- Gold volumes wave, flap, slosh -- Speeding through yellow and purple mums -- Coal bodies in illuminated skirts -- I might be subsumed in color -- What is the Lord's wish? -- The sun's a pearl -- It has eyes, usually shut, driven by greed -- This is an articulation of my deepest values -- A leisurely, principled process, ending in a paragraph -- Modernism's dead -- Skeletons replace masses -- Gray pods explode in woolly white clouds -- Clear beads on braids -- Can a cloud hide? -- Obeying encrypted instructions -- I want to believe that I can be the mist --
• All the while a sea of floes -- I do not have patience -- Recitative -- Resistance is Futile -- Even though we are the most athletic of nations -- Haze begins to yield and blush -- Half-red Winston filter half unsmoked -- Early Spring -- Burning -- Stands of slim-stemmed peonies -- Every land is an improvisation -- In olden times, when it was, like, wet, even Cretaceous -- There's an effect in the sky -- The clouds are standard-issue baroque -- Her foot is pink, not brown -- Things get better, then worse -- My hands smell like raw artichokes -- I am a boulevardier in Paris -- New repairs, pale green oak -- More than the corps self-consciously motioning in unison -- Nothing counts -- Young Russian artists -- Self and Self -- Rags to Riches -- The sun is an empty white stain -- To the Sky -- Tulips -- A Haze, Boats -- Bifocals -- Sonnet.

ISBN

0944072828 (alk. paper)

LCCN

97003165

OCLC

• 503315013
• ocn503315013

Owning Institutions

Columbia University Libraries