The Art of Gravity
The Art of Gravity

LSU Press, 2011 . . . a plunk; a stumble; and now the pianist at last nails the Tschaikovsky. All at once the crazyquilt colors of practice clothes collude kaleidoscopically, the dance obliterates mere muscle, heavy lifting translates to flight, and sublime locker room aromas float off the dancers, wafting our way to settle on us like perfume. From “Rehearsal in Summer” Cover: Maria Kowroski in Serenade. Photo © Paul Kolnik. New York City Ballet Production, choreography by George Balanchine

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Venera
Venera

LSU Press, 2014 Speculation spreads like a cellist’s knees; she’s like no other, mirroring each mere word she reads, so what she reflects is mystery. I ache for her to apprehend me, perfected in her jewels’ white light stupid as a star, or to swing her eyes suddenly up at me— I’d enter their reflection, her deep mirror. That’s the world to live in, all in her head. From “The Mirror” Cover: Jan van Eyck, detail, The Ghent Altarpiece, oil on panel, 1432.

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The Cutoff: A Sequence
The Cutoff: A Sequence

Word Works, 1995 . . . feeling a pang as she held hands with her husband, I saw felicity in Passions of the Renaissance as well as in a double play, in the curves of Samothrace or Koufax or her exquisitely made thigh. From "Aesthetics" Cover: Lance Richbourg, George Bell, oil on canvas, 1990. Collection of Peter John Goulandris.

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The Art of Gravity
The Art of Gravity

LSU Press, 2011 . . . a plunk; a stumble; and now the pianist at last nails the Tschaikovsky. All at once the crazyquilt colors of practice clothes collude kaleidoscopically, the dance obliterates mere muscle, heavy lifting translates to flight, and sublime locker room aromas float off the dancers, wafting our way to settle on us like perfume. From “Rehearsal in Summer” Cover: Maria Kowroski in Serenade. Photo © Paul Kolnik. New York City Ballet Production, choreography by George Balanchine

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. . . a plunk; a stumble; and now the pianist

at last nails the Tschaikovsky. All at once

the crazyquilt colors of practice clothes

collude kaleidoscopically, the dance

 

obliterates mere muscle, heavy lifting

translates to flight, and sublime locker room

aromas float off the dancers, wafting

our way to settle on us like perfume.

 

                        From “Rehearsal in Summer”

Jay Rogoff

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