Pole Dancing to Gospel Hymns by Andrea GibsonPole Dancing to Gospel Hymns by Andrea Gibson

Pole Dancing to Gospel Hymns

byAndrea Gibson

Paperback | June 1, 2008

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Andrea Gibson's dynamic and energetic first book, Pole Dancing to Gospel Hymns, challenges us to not only read, but to react. Hauntingly vivid, the poems march through a soldier's lingering psychological wounds, tackle the curious questions of school children on the meaning of "hate", and tangle with a lover's witty and vibrant description of longing. Gibson's poems deconstruct the current political climate through stunning imagery and careful crafting. With the same velocity, the poignant and vacillating love poems sweep the air out of the room. It's word-induced hypoxia. Pole Dancing to Gospel Hymns whispers with a bold and unforgettable internal voice rich with the kind of questioning that inspires action.
Title:Pole Dancing to Gospel HymnsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:92 pages, 8.5 × 5.5 × 0.25 inPublished:June 1, 2008Publisher:Write Bloody PublishingLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0981521304

ISBN - 13:9780981521305

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Excerpt from:POLE DANCERShe pole-dances to gospel hymns.Came out to her family in the middle of Thanksgivinggrace.I knew she was troubletwo years before our first date.But my heart was a Labrador Retrieverwith its head hung out the window of a cartongue flapping in the windon a highway going 95whenever she walked by.So I mastered the art of crochetand I crocheted her a winter scarfand one night at the bar I gave it to her with a notethat said something like,I hope this keeps your neck war.If it doesn't give me a call......And I want to grow strong as the last patch of sage on a hillsidestretching towards the lightning.God has always been an arsonist.Heaven has always been on fire.She is a butterfly knife bursting from a cocoon in mybelly.Love is a half moon hanging above Baghdadpromising to one day grow full,to pull the tides through our desert woundsand fill every clip of empty shells with the ocean.Already there is salt on my lips.Lover, this is not just another poem.This is my goddamn revolt.I am done holding my tongue like a bible.There is too much war in every verse of our silence.We have all dug too many trenches away fromourselves.This time I want to melt like a snowman in Georgia,'til my smile is a pile of rocks you can pick upand skip across the lake of your doubts.Trust me,I have been practicing my ripple.I have been breaking into mannequin factoriesand pouring my pink heart into their white paint.I have been painting the night sky upon the inside ofdoorframesso only moonshine will fall on your head in the earthquake.I have been collecting your whispers and your whiplashand your half-hour-long voice mail messages.Lover, did you see the sunset tonight?Did you see Neruda lay down on the horizon?Do you know it was his lover who painted him red,who made him stare down the bullet holesin his country's heart?I am not looking for roses.I want to break like a fever.I want to break like the Berlin Wall.I want to break like the cloudsso we can see every fearless star,how they never speak guardrail,how they only say fall.

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To call her one of the best poets would be a gross understatement. Her words cut so sharply and completely they cannot be shaken. She is a rare artist who forever changes those who experience her poems.” -Carlos Andres Gomez, HBO Def-Poet/co-star Spike Lee's Inside Man