Joshua Clover Poems
|1.||"An Archive of Confessions, A Genealogy of Confessions"||4/18/2018|
|2.||An Archive Of Confessions, A Genealogy Of Confessions||12/30/2013|
|7.||I Want to Read at the White House||4/18/2018|
|8.||Orchid & Eurydice||4/18/2018|
|9.||Orchid & Eurydice||12/30/2013|
|14.||THE FIRE SERMON||4/18/2018|
|15.||The Map Room||1/20/2003|
|16.||The map room||4/18/2018|
|17.||Valiant En Abyme||4/18/2018|
|18.||Valiant En Abyme||12/30/2013|
|19.||What's American About American Poetry?||12/30/2013|
|20.||What's American About American Poetry?||4/18/2018|
Comments about Joshua Clover
The Map Room
We moved into a house with 6 rooms: the Bedroom,
the Map Room, the Vegas Room, Cities
in the Flood Plains, the West, & the Room Which Contains All
of Mexico.We honeymooned in the Vegas Room where
lounge acts wasted our precious time.Then there was the junta's
high command, sick dogs of the Map Room, heel-
prints everywhere, pushing model armies into the unfurnished
West.At night: stories of their abandoned homes in the Cities
in the Flood Plains, how they had loved each other
mercilessly, in rusting cars, until the drive-in went under.
From the Bedroom we ...
Music: Sexual misery is wearing you out.
Music: Known as the Philosopher's Stair for the world-weariness which climbing it inspires. One gets nowhere with it.
Paris: St-Sulpice in shrouds.
Paris: You're falling into disrepair, Eiffel Tower this means you! Swathed in gold paint, Enguerrand Quarton whispering come with me under the shadow of this gold leaf.
Music: The unless of a certain series.
Mathematics: Everyone rolling dice and flinging Fibonacci, going to the opera, counting everything