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A Fourteen-Line Poem on Heteronymic

Julie Carr

Our world goes nowhere except its own elsewhere

What kind of sentence is that?

No one is responding, but everyone is vibrating with address

All of us stationed before the same absence

Like glass sheets; we see right through us to the air

Real life is Elsewhere

It is right Here

The bald child

Is a failed clairvoyant

But he can peer through walls to teeth and other things: soap

Mathias kisses Lucy’s Head

Someone shoots my book, shoots it straight through

I allow a relation

Between addiction and adore

Born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, Julie Carr was selected by Cole Swensen for the University of Georgia Contemporary Poetry Prize for her debut collection Mead: An Epithalamion.

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“This is one of a long series of fourteen-line poems I wrote over a period of four years. The word ‘heteronymic’ is a reference to one of my favorite poets, Fernando Pessoa, who wrote in at least seventy different heteronyms. The idea of the heteronym is freeing in that it allows us to imagine that we can, in writing, become new to ourselves and arrive elsewhere. I’m curious about the limits we place on our thinking, how the world—its histories and futures—might in fact be quite other than we know or imagine. Clairvoyance (literally: clear seeing) is perhaps an impossible goal, but the strange logic of the poem reaches for possibilities.”

—Julie Carr

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