Bernadette Mayer





Bernadette Mayer


Born
in Brooklyn, New York, The United States
May 12, 1945


Bernadette Mayer (born May 12, 1945) is an American poet, writer, and visual artist associated with both the Language poets and the New York School. Mayer's record-keeping and use of stream-of-consciousness narrative are two trademarks of her writing, though she is also known for her work with form and mythology. In addition to the influence of her textual-visual art and journal-keeping, Mayer's poetry is widely acknowledged as some of the first to speak accurately and honestly about the experience of motherhood. Mayer edited the journal 0 TO 9 with Vito Acconci, and, until 1983, United Artists books and magazines with Lewis Warsh. Mayer taught at the New School for Social Research, where she earned her degree in 1967, and, during the 1970s ...more

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Midwinter Day

4.30 avg rating — 311 ratings — published 1982 — 4 editions
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A Bernadette Mayer Reader

4.32 avg rating — 148 ratings — published 1992 — 2 editions
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Sonnets

4.54 avg rating — 84 ratings — published 1989 — 2 editions
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Scarlet Tanager

4.28 avg rating — 61 ratings — published 2005
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The Helens of Troy, New York

3.55 avg rating — 67 ratings — published 2013
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Poetry State Forest

4.12 avg rating — 52 ratings — published 2008
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The Desires of Mothers to P...

4.62 avg rating — 39 ratings — published 2001 — 3 editions
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Memory

4.74 avg rating — 35 ratings — published 1975
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Studying Hunger

4.63 avg rating — 27 ratings — published 1975
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Works & Days

3.87 avg rating — 30 ratings — published 2016
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“I think I know the trees
Will never love me and we're here as accidentally”
Bernadette Mayer, Midwinter Day

“I don’t know why we sleep or wake or why one dreams a fast bombastic image and the other memory’s faintest trace which anyway haunts the day, if you look hard through the flawed window glass you can begin to see the lightest rain or snow but it’s not there, now I can see it on the books and on the walls, it’s in my eyes, I shouldn’t even mention it, yet do you see it.”
Bernadette Mayer

“[Sonnet] You jerk you didn't call me up"

You jerk you didn't call me up
I haven't seen you in so long
You probably have a fucking tan
& besides that instead of making love tonight
You're drinking your parents to the airport
I'm through with you bourgeois boys
All you ever do is go back to ancestral comforts
Only money can get—even Catullus was rich but

Nowadays you guys settle for a couch
By a soporific color cable t.v. set
Instead of any arc of love, no wonder
The G.I. Joe team blows it every other time

Wake up! It's the middle of the night
You can either make love or die at the hands of the Cobra Commander


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To make love, turn to page 121.
To die, turn to page 172.”
Bernadette Mayer



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