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Incorrect Merciful Impulses
Incorrect Merciful Impulses
Incorrect Merciful Impulses
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"A poet to watch."O Magazine

"I tell the truth, but I try to be kind about it."Camille Rankine in 12 Questions

Named "a poet to watch" by O Magazine, Camille Rankine's debut collection is a series of provocations and explorations. Rankine's short, lyric poems are sharp, agonized, and exquisite, exploring themes of doubt and identity. The collection's sense of continuity and coherence comes through recurring poem types, including "still lifes," "instructions," and "symptoms."

From "Symptoms of Aftermath":

When I am saved, a slim nurse
leans out of the white light. I need
to hear your voice, sweetheart. I see
my escape. I walk into the water.
The sky is blue like the ocean,
which is blue like the sky.

Camille Rankine is the author of the chapbook Slow Dance with Trip Wire, selected by Cornelius Eady for the Poetry Society of America's Chapbook Fellowship. The recipient of a 2010 "Discovery" / Boston Review Poetry Prize and a MacDowell fellowship, her poetry appears in Boston Review, Denver Quarterly, Tin House, and other publications. Currently, she is assistant director of the MFA program in creative writing at Manhattanville College and lives in Harlem.

Editor's Note

Sharp & lovely…

Camille Rankine’s debut collection has put her on the map. Her short lyric poems cast shadows as often as they illuminate, bringing even the most mundane trivialities into sharp and beautiful relief.

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Release dateAug 1, 2016
ISBN9781619321496
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    Incorrect Merciful Impulses - Camille Rankine

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    Tender

    Dear patriot

    Dear catastrophe

    None of this means what we thought it did

    Dear bone fragments

    Dear displacement

    Dear broken skin

    I am in over my head

    Dear prisoner

    Dear, dear wounded

    You have earned our respect

    Dear glad hands, curbed dog

    Dear perfect object

    The same night awaits us

    Dear put upon

    The day folds over and begins again

    Dear bad animal

    Dear caged thing

    There was something about you

    Symptoms of Prophecy

    In the new century,

    we lose the art of many things.

    For example, at the beep, I communicate

    using the wrong machine.

    I called to say we have two lives

    and only one of them is real.

    When the phone rings: you could be anybody.

    In the evening: you are homeless

    and hunting for good light, as safe a place

    as any to make a bed for the night.

    In both my lives, my nerves go bust.

    I’m certain that I’m not

    as I appear, that I’m a figment and

    you’re not really here.

    The struggle

    is authenticity.

    I have a message.

    You must believe me.

    Still Life with Spurious Picturesque

    The thought insists upon itself. The dead

    body of it, what you have put together:

    The hillside won’t make sense.

    You run through the trees, but the trees

    lead nowhere.

    Didn’t the sky come down on you like.

    Didn’t you think you saw.

    The irrational forest,

    your stupid mouth,

    a breath stillborn.

    Define: Lake.

    Ink stain. The cold, cold water.

    The heart’s slow beat.

    There is no imagining anymore. You awake

    and everything is flatter. You go outside

    and there is nothing to see.

    Dear Enemy:

    In the city, the climate is hostile, which suits me. The people are all demand: a sequel, a protagonist, something new to fear. Without you, we are uneasy — what disquiet in this lack, all this emptiness to fill. Your fury is insistent, a ringing in my ear. The hazard is high, which heightens my desire. Intelligence suggests we were designed this way, and the city, built to keep you out, keep me in need. The high ground is under attack, but the struggle feels

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