Selected Writings (expanded second edition)
Selected Writings (expanded second edition)
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About the Book
This is the second coming of Cedar Sigo’s Selected Writings in a new expanded edition bound to dig a bi-coastal poetic aqueduct with heartland tricklers. Sigo’s work is most aptly compared to plumbing without the pipes: water flows in elegant designs through invisible walls at a touch. Originally released in the spring of 2003, the first edition of Sigo’s book quickly sold out; the present edition adds a number of new poems to the surviving text and comes sheathed in a freshly offset & letterpressed cover designed by Jeremy Mickel.
Author
Cedar Sigo
Cedar Sigo is a poet and sometime teacher, active in the art and literary worlds since 1999. He studied writing and poetics at the Naropa Institute. He is the author of seven books and pamphlets of poetry, including two editions of Selected Writings (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2003 and 2005) and most recently, Expensive Magic (House Press, 2008). His poems have been included in many magazines and anthologies, and he has published poetry books and magazines under the Old Gold imprint. He participated in “Coordinates: Indigenous Writing Now,” a conference at California College of the Arts. He has read at the Poetry Project at St. Marks Church, Bowery Poetry Club, PS1 Museum of Contemporary Art, Beyond Baroque, San Francisco Poetry Center, the San Francisco LGBT Center, Intersection for the Arts, and Small Press Traffic, among others. He has collaborated with visual artists including Cecilia Dougherty, Frank Haines, Will Yackulic and Colter Jacobsen. Currently, He is guest editing the second issue of The Can, a journal devoted to writing on poetics. His second full length collection Stranger In Town is due out from City Lights in fall 2010. He lives in San Francisco.
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Excerpt
Poem
The king’s two bodies
Still open, face down upon the bed
Searching their jackets
My brother and I
Had never imagined them dead
Part of our allegiance
Was cutting open their little fingers
The lines ran down
Into horribly uneven parts,
Mirth, brilliance, and luxury
Clash by night
We left the key poems
Alone in the room
And beyond recognition
Unlocking the door twice more
We disowned them.