Gerald Barrax
Datos Biográficos
| ID | 1096799 |
|---|---|
| NOMBRE | Gerald Barrax |
| NOMBRES | Gerald |
| APELLIDO | Barrax |
| FIRMA | BARRAX G |
| VERIFICADO | No |
| TOTAL DE OBRAS | 33 |
| TOTAL DE CITAS | 0 |
| TOTAL COMO AUTOR | 33 |
| TOTAL COMO EDITOR | 0 |
| PRIMER AÑO DE PUBLICACIÓN | 1979 |
| AÑO MÁS RECIENTE DE PUBLICACIÓN | 2001 |
| ÍNDICE H | 0 |
The Southern Cross
Jesus' first disciple, before becoming Saint, Andrew went to preach at Patras in 62 And angered the Roman governor by converting His brother and wife. Aegeatus had Andrew tortured And crucified on a Greek X at Andrew s request-- Where he hung upsidedown, still preaching, Until he died two days later, no mean feat For a man of 90 years. He didn't feel worthy of his Master's Roman cross, that one whose burning was to light The way for Koons, Kikes …
An Audience of One
Apollo On Tour, 1971
Apollo on Tour, 1971 Gerald Barrax (bio) The men we are: Gods in ruin, Ralph said. Now among the ruins we’ve made. The uses we make of myth Prove it’s more than a matter of perspective: The thing that went around the moon Godfathered by Apollo Is on tour but went the distance needed To trap us here together To see the way the atmosphere of our breeding Hangs around us. It’s more than a matter of perspective: We haven’t gone deep enough into space…
Jeopardy
Jeopardy Gerald Barrax (bio) How little it takes to break a heart: In my Winn-Dixie cart, I had the new Fudge Brownie flavor of Healthy Choice Low Fat Premium Ice Cream; I had Almaden, Bounty, Canada Dry, Charmin Plus: I had Coffee-mate and Glade Plug In— no more than I needed for the express line, fast-walking past a woman haranguing her four to stay put at the end of the aisle— a lovely group portrait of elder daughter and son, two smaller boys…
The Eunuch God
The Eunuch God Gerald Barrax (bio) He walked in the sun Over that rocky land He sweated and wiped it from his eyes Perhaps he had a hairy body That became wet and dried on successive days Without roll-ons or sprays There must have been times when for us He wasn’t nice to be near. He had guts A pancreas and spleen To do whatever they do Glands that let loose Spit and enzymes to soften his food Turn it into a soft mass In his guts Which means he ha…
To My Mother, In Heaven
Callaloo - Volume 20, Number 2, Spring 1997
Double Two-Fingered Victory
Callaloo - Volume 20, Number 2, Spring 1997
Your Name
Your Name Gerald Barrax (bio) Think how I might have lived forever and never lived to regret there might be someone I would never meet or could have predicted, like a Hester or Lucy, whose name itself would become familiar and beloved, as if I could never have lived without you. All day I walk around tasting your unexpected name, a sibilant trochee slides to the tip of my tongue, collects there, flavors I remember from outside, inside your body. …
Reunion
Callaloo - Volume 20, Number 2, Spring 1997
An Interview with Gerald Barrax
Callaloo - Volume 20, Number 2, Spring 1997
No Answers
No Answers Gerald Barrax (bio) How is it that those charming connubial pairs Of pagan gods, and their offspring, have disappeared? Where are they now, when there are no more prayers Or sacrifices to them, beloved and feared? How is it that Zeus and Hera, Odin and Frigg— And lonely Atum-Ra, whose wife was his hand— Would suffer their own creatures to renege On their worship, and send them packing off to Lotus-land? If believed once, then they stil…
Witnesses
Universe
Strangers Like Us
Uniforms
Haunted House
Polar's TV Fantasy
Not Often Near Such Water
Six Poets
Unfamiliar Territory
All My Live Ones
The Early Poetry of Jay Wright
The Conception of Goddeath
Until fear cost him the sun, but had no memory Of when the days began, no reason to think Of their end until he saw his animals dying. Sparrow Hawk dropped from the sky and stiffened On the ground. Blue Gill and Mud Minnow turned over, Bloated in the water. Great Reptiles rotted, Swelled in the sun. Tiger's yawn locked open, Her serene eyes gone. He was puzzled, having Willed none of it. It went on for another
Greenhouse
School Days
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Three Meetings
Last Letter
An Audience of One
I Travel With Her
Without Gaudy Flowers
All My Live Ones
The Early Poetry of Jay Wright
The Conception of Goddeath
Until fear cost him the sun, but had no memory Of when the days began, no reason to think Of their end until he saw his animals dying. Sparrow Hawk dropped from the sky and stiffened On the ground. Blue Gill and Mud Minnow turned over, Bloated in the water. Great Reptiles rotted, Swelled in the sun. Tiger's yawn locked open, Her serene eyes gone. He was puzzled, having Willed none of it. It went on for another
Greenhouse
School Days
The Head and Heart of Melvin Dixon
From a Person Sitting in Darkness
We Can See the Craft
Unfamiliar Territory
Not Often Near Such Water
Six Poets
Universe
Strangers Like Us
Uniforms
Haunted House
Polar's TV Fantasy
Witnesses
Apollo On Tour, 1971
Apollo on Tour, 1971 Gerald Barrax (bio) The men we are: Gods in ruin, Ralph said. Now among the ruins we’ve made. The uses we make of myth Prove it’s more than a matter of perspective: The thing that went around the moon Godfathered by Apollo Is on tour but went the distance needed To trap us here together To see the way the atmosphere of our breeding Hangs around us. It’s more than a matter of perspective: We haven’t gone deep enough into space…
Jeopardy
Jeopardy Gerald Barrax (bio) How little it takes to break a heart: In my Winn-Dixie cart, I had the new Fudge Brownie flavor of Healthy Choice Low Fat Premium Ice Cream; I had Almaden, Bounty, Canada Dry, Charmin Plus: I had Coffee-mate and Glade Plug In— no more than I needed for the express line, fast-walking past a woman haranguing her four to stay put at the end of the aisle— a lovely group portrait of elder daughter and son, two smaller boys…
The Eunuch God
The Eunuch God Gerald Barrax (bio) He walked in the sun Over that rocky land He sweated and wiped it from his eyes Perhaps he had a hairy body That became wet and dried on successive days Without roll-ons or sprays There must have been times when for us He wasn’t nice to be near. He had guts A pancreas and spleen To do whatever they do Glands that let loose Spit and enzymes to soften his food Turn it into a soft mass In his guts Which means he ha…
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