Rickey Laurentiis
Biographic Data
| ID | 1064745 |
|---|---|
| NAME | Rickey Laurentiis |
| GIVEN NAMES | Rickey |
| FAMILY NAME | Laurentiis |
| SIGNATURE | LAURENTIIS R |
| VERIFIED | No |
| TOTAL WORKS | 9 |
| TOTAL CITATIONS | 0 |
| AUTHOR COUNT | 9 |
| EDITOR COUNT | 0 |
| FIRST PUBLICATION YEAR | 2011 |
| LATEST PUBLICATION YEAR | 2016 |
| H-INDEX | 0 |
Coming to the Clearing: Contemporary Black Poets in Conversation
Coming to the ClearingContemporary Black Poets in Conversation A. H. Jerriod Avant (bio), Joshua Bennett (bio), Rickey Laurentiis (bio), Ladan Osman (bio), Safiya Sinclair (bio), Wendy S. Walters (bio), and Phillip B. Williams (bio) The following roundtable was conceived towards the end of outlining the general shape and tenor of an undeniable resurgence—what one might even call, however provocatively, a renaissance—regarding contemporary poetry …
Conditions for a Southern Gothic
Conditions for a Southern Gothic Rickey Laurentiis (bio) Therefore, my head was kingless. I was a head alone, moaning in a wet black field. I was like any of those deserter slaves whose graves are just the pikes raised for their heads, reshackled, blue and plain as fear. All night I whistled at a sky that mocked me, that fluently changed its grammar as if to match desire in my eye. My freedom is possible, it said. As if my torn-off head in that b…
Anxiety of Influence
Anxiety of Influence Rickey Laurentiis (bio) Darkness, and the sounds of the dark were devastating. I swear I could hear between the pitched eighth notes of my heart some hushed song I called Catullus. Odi et amo, it cooed, like a heart, but this before the curtain of wind, a coldness so cold it was a fever, a blurred antique thinking, before even I felt his tongue, whole, husband, against my face. Gentle does not begin to tell of the soft water …
Late Meditation
Late Meditation Rickey Laurentiis (bio) Half-naked, fevering, standing up, with a feather inked until it bled just above, newly above, the collarbone, near the neck, curved there, an apostrophe, I am what that is: that surface, ekphrastic, wrong to touch—but touch me, it begs, so I try it, extend a finger toward no success. Must it be true: that everything I make will be a self— an eulogy for what it isn’t, a set of lines across the skin, even a …
Guardian
Stung
Rickey Laurentus Stung Split empty, drilled, filled not just with grief but an urge for it, a calm simple mouth: look what a thing I've become. But when it happened, when the tearing firstlanded, was a happiness that seized me: little conqueror, colonizer .. .When it happened, when those arrows showered down, was a knowledge sated me: pleasure-knowledge, knowing I could fit— would fitin all that blood. Forgive me this one obsession: it was rough,…
Do You Feel Me
Do You Feel Me?* Rickey Laurentiis (bio) First, wild lotus on the surface of blue water, the great blue heron striking the ways. I need to find myself, I told myself. To live the limits of this body. Then, I invented “you.” Like a bridge between two distances, you guided me: here, fields of the expansive, wild clover. My hands, my feet. There, fields of gray water. You who increasingly made me conscious of myself, continue. Listen to me when I sa…
To Be Brought to Water
To Be Brought to Water Rickey Laurentiis (bio) Of the sunken barge in the water where life has taken root, we know the moral. We know where there is waste something can be profited. We know for nature there is no waste. Only opportunity. That is the charge you granted us, early in the garden, before we ducked behind the elephant ear to hide our nakedness. That was the first charge, at least. The second: that we’d never forget. We know that all we…
One Country
One Country Rickey Laurentiis (bio) I hate this body. I hate its breath. I want to be released from it. I want its impulses stunned to lead. Let it. Let the whole pageant end. If my body had a river in it I would drain it. If by the river was a city, let a storm shock and drown it. If in the city was a boy made sick from his body, the freak passions of it, let him come out—his brown skin lifting as a shell. Let it. Let all his limbs pop and unhin…
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Do You Feel Me
Do You Feel Me?* Rickey Laurentiis (bio) First, wild lotus on the surface of blue water, the great blue heron striking the ways. I need to find myself, I told myself. To live the limits of this body. Then, I invented “you.” Like a bridge between two distances, you guided me: here, fields of the expansive, wild clover. My hands, my feet. There, fields of gray water. You who increasingly made me conscious of myself, continue. Listen to me when I sa…
To Be Brought to Water
To Be Brought to Water Rickey Laurentiis (bio) Of the sunken barge in the water where life has taken root, we know the moral. We know where there is waste something can be profited. We know for nature there is no waste. Only opportunity. That is the charge you granted us, early in the garden, before we ducked behind the elephant ear to hide our nakedness. That was the first charge, at least. The second: that we’d never forget. We know that all we…
One Country
One Country Rickey Laurentiis (bio) I hate this body. I hate its breath. I want to be released from it. I want its impulses stunned to lead. Let it. Let the whole pageant end. If my body had a river in it I would drain it. If by the river was a city, let a storm shock and drown it. If in the city was a boy made sick from his body, the freak passions of it, let him come out—his brown skin lifting as a shell. Let it. Let all his limbs pop and unhin…
Stung
Rickey Laurentus Stung Split empty, drilled, filled not just with grief but an urge for it, a calm simple mouth: look what a thing I've become. But when it happened, when the tearing firstlanded, was a happiness that seized me: little conqueror, colonizer .. .When it happened, when those arrows showered down, was a knowledge sated me: pleasure-knowledge, knowing I could fit— would fitin all that blood. Forgive me this one obsession: it was rough,…
Conditions for a Southern Gothic
Conditions for a Southern Gothic Rickey Laurentiis (bio) Therefore, my head was kingless. I was a head alone, moaning in a wet black field. I was like any of those deserter slaves whose graves are just the pikes raised for their heads, reshackled, blue and plain as fear. All night I whistled at a sky that mocked me, that fluently changed its grammar as if to match desire in my eye. My freedom is possible, it said. As if my torn-off head in that b…
Anxiety of Influence
Anxiety of Influence Rickey Laurentiis (bio) Darkness, and the sounds of the dark were devastating. I swear I could hear between the pitched eighth notes of my heart some hushed song I called Catullus. Odi et amo, it cooed, like a heart, but this before the curtain of wind, a coldness so cold it was a fever, a blurred antique thinking, before even I felt his tongue, whole, husband, against my face. Gentle does not begin to tell of the soft water …
Late Meditation
Late Meditation Rickey Laurentiis (bio) Half-naked, fevering, standing up, with a feather inked until it bled just above, newly above, the collarbone, near the neck, curved there, an apostrophe, I am what that is: that surface, ekphrastic, wrong to touch—but touch me, it begs, so I try it, extend a finger toward no success. Must it be true: that everything I make will be a self— an eulogy for what it isn’t, a set of lines across the skin, even a …
Guardian
Coming to the Clearing: Contemporary Black Poets in Conversation
Coming to the ClearingContemporary Black Poets in Conversation A. H. Jerriod Avant (bio), Joshua Bennett (bio), Rickey Laurentiis (bio), Ladan Osman (bio), Safiya Sinclair (bio), Wendy S. Walters (bio), and Phillip B. Williams (bio) The following roundtable was conceived towards the end of outlining the general shape and tenor of an undeniable resurgence—what one might even call, however provocatively, a renaissance—regarding contemporary poetry …
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