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Geoffrey Brock


Geoffrey Brock earned an MFA in Poetry from the University of Florida and a PhD in Comparative Literature from the University of Pennsylvania. He is the author of two books of poetry, the editor of The FSG Book of 20th-Century Italian Poetry, and the translator of numerous volumes of poetry and prose. In 1999, he received the Raiziss/de Palchi Translation Fellowship from the Academy of American Poets for his work on Cesare Pavese's poetry. The resulting volume, Disaffections: Complete Poems 1930-1950 (Copper Canyon, 2002), received the MLA's Lois Roth Translation Award and the PEN Center USA's Translation Award, and was named one of the "Best Books of 2003" by the Los Angeles Times. His translation of Last Dream by Italian poet Giovanni Pascoli (World Poetry Books, 2019) was awarded the 2020 Raiziss/de Palchi Book Prize. He is also the translator of books by Roberto Calasso and Umberto Eco. His first collection of poems, Weighing Light (Ivan R. Dee, 2005), received the 2004 New Criterion Poetry Prize. 

Brock's honors include poetry fellowships from the Florida Arts Council, the Arizona Commission on the Arts, the American Antiquarian Society, the National Endowment for the Arts, the Guggenheim Doundation, and the Cullman Center at the New York Public Library. He teaches in the MFA Program in Creative Writing and Translation at the University of Arkansas.

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Trip Hop

I'll pack my toothbrush
and my cyanide molar
the iPhone the car-seats
and a tactical stroller

I'll pack a snack-bag
with the Kraft food groups
and white flags for me
and black for my troops

I'll pack a fresh pack
of Shark double-edge blades
my boy's Razr scooter
and my girl's blue shades

I'll pack doses of patience
and some Kevlar smiles
check our air and our fluids
our gauges and dials

and we'll hit I-40
in our old green Accord
there'll be collateral damage
and we might get bored

but we won't need TomTom
to know where we're headed
a theme park they dream of
a theme park I've dreaded

and if we ever get home
and if our home still stands
I'll unpack my dark heart
and Purell my hands