Matthea Harvey

Ando totalmente apaixonado por Matthea Harvey (http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/17/books/review/Orr2-t.html) depois de ter lido esse poema há duas semanas atrás na New York:

THE STRAIGHTFORWARD MERMAID

by Matthea Harvey

The straightforward mermaid starts every sentence with “Look . . . ” This comes from being raised in a sea full of hooks. She wants to get points 1, 2, and 3 across, doesn’t want to disappear like a river into the ocean. When she’s feeling despairing, she goes to eddies at the mouth of the river and tries to comb the water apart with her fingers. The straightforward mermaid has already said to five sailors, “Look, I don’t think this is going to work,” before sinking like a sullen stone. She’s supposed to teach Rock Impersonation to the younger mermaids, but every beach field trip devolves into them trying to find shells to match their tail scales. They really love braiding. “Look,” says the straightforward mermaid. “Your high ponytails make you look like fountains, not rocks.” Sometimes she feels like a third gender—preferring primary colors to pastels, the radio to singing. At least she’s all mermaid: never gets tired of swimming, hates the thought of socks.

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INTRODUCTION TO DISEASE

by Matthea Harvey (in Sad Little Breathing Machine)

Call me Responsible.

(Like all of them

it loves an exam.)

Pleased to meetcha.

A charming living space.

Thank you.

All original, naturally.

Tongue? Not telling.

(Funny little factory.)

I know my diagnosis.

Friendlier than the world.

Friendlier than the world.

Well do yourself a favor

they say & I don't think we meant it

like that.

I do. Like that.