Stacy Doris

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On May 21, 1962, Stacy Doris was born in Bridgeport, Connecticut. She received her AB in literature and society from Brown University and an MFA in English and creative writing from the University of Iowa. Her books include Knot (University of Georgia Press, 2006), Cheerleader’s Guide to the World: Council Book (Roof Books, 2006), Conference (Potes & Poets, 2001), Une Année à New York avec Chester (P.O.L., 2000), Paramour (Krupskaya, 2000), La vie de Chester Steven Wiener ecrite par sa femme (P.O.L., 1998), Kildare (Segue Foundation, 1994). A translator from French and Spanish, she has co-edited anthologies of French writing in translation including Twenty One New (to North America) French Writers (1997) and Violence of the White Page (1991). She is also the translator of Dominique Fourcade’s Everything Happens (2000). Doris has also published two short books written in collaboration with visual artists: Mop Factory Incident (with Melissa Smedley; Women’s Studio Workshop, 1996), and Implements (for Use) (with Anne Slacik). About Doris’s work, the poet Jackson Mac Low has said, “Doris’s treatment of her themes and forms is radically different from poem to poem and most contemporary practice.” She taught at several colleges and universities including the University of Iowa and Hunter College. Stacy Doris died on January 31, 2012.)

The Best Poem Of Stacy Doris

This' Life as a GirlIn ONE-PART Harmony...

Though idle air filtered
boundless lands
in slimy thongs mumbling
brandished the outcrop.

"Below, where we all fall
if we're not careful, listen:
Not to mount these rough, scaled
organs, offspringing serpents,
but take me.

Dearie!
The old-time love-joints,
remember, ravishing?

Unravel this vacuum. These
huge silent estates. Quick, now
that we're running out of cups:
Tarry flesh and foul blot
these years. I'm asking the favor

of enjoyment,
trapped and bloodless, though
violently."


So the wounds stopped, convinced.
Cease-fire.

The up-hill way home, steep
and indecisive, edged in night,
pitched and failed. To eager an instant,
she slipped and drained off.




Yields to air, a second time,
her transparencies and openings marvelous,
she left.


He cultivated
This rock garden.

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