Poem of the Week | January 04, 2011
PotW: "Corrida de Toros" by Danielle Cadena Deulen
This week we are proud to feature “Corrida de Toros” by Danielle Cadena Deulen, a poem from our current issue, TMR 33:3. Danielle Cadena Deulen is a poet and essayist. Her first collection of poems, Lovely Asunder, won the Miller Williams Arkansas Poetry Prize and will be published by the University of Arkansas Press in 2011. Her first collection of essays, The Riots, recently won the AWP Prize in Creative Nonfiction and will be published by the University of Georgia Press. Formerly, she was a Jay C. and Ruth Halls Poetry Fellow at the Wisconsin Institute for Creative Writing at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. She received her MFA in creative writing from George Mason University and currently lives in Salt Lake City, where she is a PhD candidate in English at the University of Utah.
Corrida de Toros
From earth, each star
is a likeness of the other, which is why divination
is impossible — the constellations are not Braille, but piercings,
wounds in the neck of a bull.
Perhaps the sky is a matador’s scarlet.
Or, no — perhaps the sky is the stadium in which we sit, watching
the bull, the banderilleros stabbing his neck, the way he falters,
throws his head wildly, his yellow eyes trying to focus
on the source of pain–
The men are drinking from leather flasks of wine and the women
avert their eyes, or a few young men avert their eyes
and some young women lean toward the scene so far forward it seems
they’ll fall out of the sky
toward the earth again, where their bodies will be trampled
or swell with children. The mothers fret at this,
their fingers drawing near the frayed ends of their daughters’ hair
as if their children were fabrics they could weave
without touching. Everyone is yelling kill the bull,
except those who murmur I want to die
into their palms, into the palms of their neighbors
who turn back to their wine, or stand and begin to weep.
The bull staggers and we swarm into the arena
to drive steel points trussed with ribbon
into his crest, his throat, his knees — until the matador
drops his sword, sprawls in the dust. Night shifts around us,
mud-dark and furious — clouds like white foam in the mouth
of the sky, and we stare a long while
at the scene we rendered, trying to recall
how we arrived. Slowly, the curved horn of the moon
rises. Lament settles in the stadium tiers.
Some in the crowd begin to chant there is no balm
to assuage the mark of the body.
Others sing there is no star that leads us away from ourselves.
When writing, I always begin with the constraint of a big idea — then stray. So my poems are deviant. Three published here (‘Corrida de Toros,’ ‘Fig’ and ‘I Want You Dangerously’) are included in the collection that will debut this winter, my intent for which was to examine the trope of the fruit in Western literature — its literal forms, mythos and psychosexual connotations. That’s what I meant to write. You see here how the poems got pushy, and I ended up with a bullfight, a war in Tibet and a hurricane. The other three (‘After the Twentieth Century,’ ‘Lacan at the Carousel’ and ‘Revolution’) are part of a new poetry collection I’m working on — an assay of the theoretical and social evolution of psychology. That’s the big idea, anyway, though I’ll likely compose the poems through digression.
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