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Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
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“Charisma is a word that erodes stale on the page. When compared with the tangible, flesh experience it tries to label, it falls short. The only way to understand it, is to meet it.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
“Butterflies,
the embodiment of myth,
the articulation of the past,
first for the elite,
then for the rest of us.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
the embodiment of myth,
the articulation of the past,
first for the elite,
then for the rest of us.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
“Pay phones,
relics of an almost-vanished landscape,
always a touch of seediness and sadness,
and a sense of transience,
sweaty phones used by men outside maternity wards,
feeding them fistfuls of change.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
relics of an almost-vanished landscape,
always a touch of seediness and sadness,
and a sense of transience,
sweaty phones used by men outside maternity wards,
feeding them fistfuls of change.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
“American dream,
a spouse,
a brace of children,
cuddly pets,
coffee-table books,
rusted skeleton keys,
plastic cauliflower bags,
business cards of business-card printers,
a mound of used airmail envelopes.
Old house on moving day,
all echoes and loneliness.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
a spouse,
a brace of children,
cuddly pets,
coffee-table books,
rusted skeleton keys,
plastic cauliflower bags,
business cards of business-card printers,
a mound of used airmail envelopes.
Old house on moving day,
all echoes and loneliness.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
“Trying to change someone only makes them cling to their existing behavior with brutish, primal force.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
“Rum is tonic that clarifies the vision,
and sets things in true perspective.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
and sets things in true perspective.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
“Life,
perhaps less a document than an impression,
conveyed through partial glances,
stream-of-consciousness juxtapositions,
unpredictable rhythms,
a collage of sound,
a conscientious diarist,
a career of blackmail and scandal culminated in murder,
a blind man with a will of iron and a nervous system of gossamer.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
perhaps less a document than an impression,
conveyed through partial glances,
stream-of-consciousness juxtapositions,
unpredictable rhythms,
a collage of sound,
a conscientious diarist,
a career of blackmail and scandal culminated in murder,
a blind man with a will of iron and a nervous system of gossamer.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
“I’m a migrant worker picking frozen peas,
and a clodhopper hiding behind a white sheet.
I’m a shootout at Ruby Ridge,
and a freefall of flames.
I am closed for the winter,
and crawling in my playpen.
I am cold,
and quick chatter and beautiful smiles.
I am a man missing a limb,
and lettuce and tomatoes.
I am a palace,
and fresh milk and goat cheese.
I’m the great emptiness among Cubans,
and a job that requires the auditing of truth and lies.
I’m a confounding calm that will shatter fear and complacency,
and a town full of self-defined renegades and recluses.
I’m a public execution,
and a lanky husband waiting by the checkout.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
and a clodhopper hiding behind a white sheet.
I’m a shootout at Ruby Ridge,
and a freefall of flames.
I am closed for the winter,
and crawling in my playpen.
I am cold,
and quick chatter and beautiful smiles.
I am a man missing a limb,
and lettuce and tomatoes.
I am a palace,
and fresh milk and goat cheese.
I’m the great emptiness among Cubans,
and a job that requires the auditing of truth and lies.
I’m a confounding calm that will shatter fear and complacency,
and a town full of self-defined renegades and recluses.
I’m a public execution,
and a lanky husband waiting by the checkout.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
“There is such a quiet desperation and chronic sense of dullness to Helena, Montana, which makes it the most socially grotesque and culturally bitter of any of the capital cities.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
“Her moral obligation
to keep our hearts entwined.
Her preeminent love,
smelling like life,
in a good way,
familiar like an ancient woodcut,
a private postcard in the midst of a crowd,
in an old T-shirt to soak up the memories,
committed to recycling life.
repairing the nucleus.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
to keep our hearts entwined.
Her preeminent love,
smelling like life,
in a good way,
familiar like an ancient woodcut,
a private postcard in the midst of a crowd,
in an old T-shirt to soak up the memories,
committed to recycling life.
repairing the nucleus.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
“In these shallow arroyos
and grease-covered hills,
blowing dust zones,
the Christmas spirit of cotton bales,
fried in butter
and sweeping heat,
life,
spaciously allotted.
Catching our breath,
smiling in silence,
with the lowering sun in our faces.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
and grease-covered hills,
blowing dust zones,
the Christmas spirit of cotton bales,
fried in butter
and sweeping heat,
life,
spaciously allotted.
Catching our breath,
smiling in silence,
with the lowering sun in our faces.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
“She lives in a town of sorry history,
indifferent to ethical perspectives,
apathetic to female attributes,
cargo and trunk liners,
spilled oil in the garage,
telephone poles shaped like liquor bottles,
sustaining burly weather,
cardiac distressing cold,
tobacco and mortality,
lying face-up on the bar’s concrete floor,
no one can waste a life
faster than a Montana redneck.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
indifferent to ethical perspectives,
apathetic to female attributes,
cargo and trunk liners,
spilled oil in the garage,
telephone poles shaped like liquor bottles,
sustaining burly weather,
cardiac distressing cold,
tobacco and mortality,
lying face-up on the bar’s concrete floor,
no one can waste a life
faster than a Montana redneck.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
“Old and cold. High rates of suicide and prescription drug abuse. Look at the inbred faces at the grocery stores and coffee shops, the exercise-deficient kids, the routinized state workers, the sun-deprived adults and isolated third and fourth generation sad cases who've never experienced a meal outside of Lewis and Clark County. Make no mistake; Helena, Montana is old and cold and the rigid, sick antithesis of living.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
“Manassa naught,
a padded white envelope
with no return address,
landlocked and antiseptic,
exploited like a gas station.
Beauty
passes through in the briefest of cameos.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
a padded white envelope
with no return address,
landlocked and antiseptic,
exploited like a gas station.
Beauty
passes through in the briefest of cameos.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
“Life is calmness with squabbling,
accumulating traditions and self-consciousness.
elaborate meals, medicine, law,
pretty pictures unspoiled,
rocking the cradle and holding the hammer,
impressive skies of gray and blue,
believing in what we can’t settle,
the mystery of iniquity,
the absolutely sincere predictions of fools,
lighter moods like these.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
accumulating traditions and self-consciousness.
elaborate meals, medicine, law,
pretty pictures unspoiled,
rocking the cradle and holding the hammer,
impressive skies of gray and blue,
believing in what we can’t settle,
the mystery of iniquity,
the absolutely sincere predictions of fools,
lighter moods like these.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
“The stony silence of death,
trapped by the original gravity of our sins,
and the perpetuity of a long, leisurely yawn,
a world where blood and bone no longer matter.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
trapped by the original gravity of our sins,
and the perpetuity of a long, leisurely yawn,
a world where blood and bone no longer matter.”
― Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008
