Episode #060 The Moment I Saw A Pelican Devour - Paige Lewis

Connor and Jack explore this poem by Paige Lewis, author of the forthcoming (and hotly anticipated) collection Space Struck, which will publish in October 2019. They explore some of the poem's "zinger" lines, and entangle themselves in its intoxicating web of religion, labor history, medicine, and (insidious?) miracles. Read the poem below. Preorder Space Struck: http://www.sarabandebooks.org/titles-20192039/space-struck-paige-lewis More about Paige Lewis, here: http://paigelewispoetry.com/About Find us on facebook at: facebook.com/closetalking 
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 You can always send us an e-mail with thoughts on this or any of our previous podcasts, as well as suggestions for future shows, at [email protected]. The Moment I Saw a Pelican Devour a seagull—wings swallow wings—I learned that a miracle is anything that God forgot to forbid. So when you tell me that saints are splintered into bone bits smaller than the freckles on your wrist and that each speck is sold to the rich, I know to marvel at this and not the fact that these same saints are still wholly intact and fresh-faced in their Plexiglas tomb displays. We holy our own fragments when we can—trepanation patients wear their skull spirals as amulets, mothers frame the dried foreskin of their firstborn, and I’ve seen you swirl my name on your tongue like a thirst pebble. Still, I try to hold on to nothing for fear of being crushed by what can be taken because sometimes not even our mouths belong to us. Listen, in the early 1920s, women were paid to paint radium onto watch dials so that men wouldn’t have to ask the time in dark alleys. They were told it was safe, told to lick their brushes into sharp points. These women painted their nails, their faces, and judged whose skin shined brightest, they coated their teeth so their boyfriends could see their bites with the lights turned down. The miracle here is not that these women swallowed light. It’s that, when their skin dissolved and their jaws fell off, the Radium Corporation claimed they all died from syphilis. It’s that you’re more interested in telling me about the dull slivers of dead saints, while these women’s bones are glowing beneath our feet.

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