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Selected Poem


Frost at midnight needle-points the windows
above us and on every side. Is this what pins me?
The windows do shake, the heat does rise
from roads and the layers of roads under them.
Is that the trap? I wake with words,
I sleep with words, and still I cannot speak.
It's a trick of the jaw. The skull itself conspiring
to keep me just short of you. Here, the question of merge
and the points in our bodies that play at being able.
That lie down for the other, baring the neck
to so fine a set of blade and bone.
What you carry inside, you carry
as if a cradle, a back and forth and not ongoing.
There we are, you'd say. Already
it escapes us–ribs split for the foot,
then the head, stretch of skin, sin and muscle,
that third of us munching seawater like grass.
Is this the way out? So I ask, so I am bound
by stranger flesh. Until the drivetrain slips,
until the sirens arrange themselves
into a pattern one can sing, the stars left to steer by
will be cold. The design, we say,
is greased, slips from us. Who put me
here is you. Who left me here is me again.

Live Feed

“. . .the poems in Live Feed hold together because of their sophisticated ligature and nervous system: flash-in-the-pan assonance and alliterative puns, onomatopoeia, staggered internal rhymes. Thom Thompson’s poems are galvanized by the surge of electrical language, and, more often than not, their popping and buzzing makes the hair stand at the back of your neck.”

Live Feed crackles and hums with newness. It is as fresh a re-imagining of the possibility of what language can be to the cityscape as Hart Crane’s was to the Brooklyn Bridge. It’s “break-neck,” “nervy static,” “non-sequential sequins.” It’s voyeurism, gunmetal, brick and pigeons. With its cracks and fissures visible, Live Feed is the brash and beautiful portrait of today’s urban family.”
—D. A. Powell

“In Live Feed, Tom Thompson leads the pastoral deeply into a wild darkness of the here and now. Even more wonderfully, he leads it all the way to new light and hearty wakefulness. The project of American poetry is freshly companioned by these poems.”
—Donald Revell

“Tom Thompson’s poems are startling in their use of economy. They move quickly to the heart of matters the mind can indicate but only the spirit seize. In their various voices, anxious verbal gesturings, swift turns—in their understanding of the action of spirit as it swerves and gives body to a poem—they are enormously mature. In fact, a sense of readiness, great poise, and tightly-wound-up power govern this book from start to finish. It is original, as well as distinctly of its time.The voice is haunting, its probing necesssary, its arrivals sturdy, passionate and true.”
—Jorie Graham


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