BEAUTIFUL BOTTOM, BEAUTIFUL SHAME

A New Poem by Rickey Laurentiis

June 29, 2016  By Rickey Laurentiis
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The erotics of phrasing, the formal tensions of constraint and release, embody the queer politics of Rickey Laurentiis’ gorgeous poetry. In his new lyric, “Beautiful Bottom, Beautiful Shame,” the reader can hear in the title a familiar logic among gay men, one where beauty and shame exist simultaneously as alluring and disturbing equivalencies. He is a poet capable of helping us to hear in language always a “woundedness revealed”—from the “O” that conjures poetic address as much as it does anatomy, to the subtle symmetry of his stanzas that mimic the alternating rhythms of sexual fusion and difference. Today, dozens of formally ambitious gay poets engage daringly with the subject matter of queer life and intimacy. But among the many, Laurentiis’ work feels to me among the most achieved, mature beyond years, mortal, muscular, musical. His psychological phrasing is incomparable.

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—Adam Fitzgerald, Poetry Editor


Beautiful Bottom, Beautiful Shame

 

The way he writhed

Beneath the other man

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Argued his loneliness,

But he wasn’t just a blank measure

Waiting to sound;

However much an O

 

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His mouth made,

He wasn’t just an O—

Thrusting back, up,

Against what is almost

Like a finger, though

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It isn’t, always needing

 

To be touched

Like a finger, to be held:

—I’m lonely.

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My waist cinched

Inward like some vintage

Japanese fan, the clever

 

Blade of my back,

Working inch-by-inch

Toward a pleasure

Half mine, the way fire

Pleases,

Wax pleases . . .

 

What does possession mean?

No, really. Tell me.

That at this moment

Someone beside myself can feel

How many times

I shudder?

 

Asked if I like it,

I like it, I speak out

Those few syllables, mess myself.

The point is, I think,

To empty—?

It feels good.

 

To be two men

Interlocked in a sentence

Still forming. We

Danced the dance that says I want you,

Come closer,

Come in me.

 

No, really, he said

As a whisper—Boy,

You want to be possessed.

Because, you see, he’d been removed

From his body then,

Per usual,

 

His beauty, like a talisman, offered,

His woundedness revealed—




Rickey Laurentiis
Rickey Laurentiis
Rickey Laurentiis was raised in New Orleans, Louisiana, to love the dark. Boy with Thorn, their debut book, won the Cave Canem Poetry Prize, the Levis Reading Prize, and was a finalist for the Kate Tufts Discovery Award. Other honors include fellowships from the Lannan Literary Foundation, the National Endowment for the Arts, the Poetry Foundation, the Whiting Foundation, and the Center for African American Poetry and Poetics at the University of Pittsburgh.








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