The Romance of Happy Workers

The Romance of Happy Workersswaggers through a world of cowboys, conquistadors, comrades, and housewives with mock-Russian lyric sequences and Keatsian swoon. Political and iconoclastic, Anne Boyer's poems dally in pastoral camp and a dizzying, delightful array of sights and sounds born from the dust of the Kansas plains where dinner for two is cooked in Fire King and served on depression ware, and where bawdy instructions for a modern "Home on the Range" read:

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Mix a drink of stock lot:

vermouth and the water table.

And the bar will smell of IBP.

And you will lick my Laura Ingalls.

In Boyer's heartland, "Surfaces should be worn. Lamps should smolder. / Dahlias do bloom like tumors. The birds do rise like bombs." And the once bright and now crumbling populism of Marxists, poets, and folksingers springs vividly back to life as realism, idealism, and nostalgia do battle amongst the silos and ditchweed.

Nothing, too, is a subject:

dusk regulating the blankery.

Fill in the nightish sky with ardent,

fill in the metaphorical smell.

A poet and visual artist, Anne Boyerlives in Kansas, where she co-edits the poetry journal Abraham Lincolnand teaches at Kansas City Art Institute.

Audience
adult
Length
short · 90 pages

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