Cup-Shotten, and: Stop Me If You've Heard This One Before
2020; Johns Hopkins University Press; Volume: 13; Issue: 1 Linguagem: Inglês
10.1353/thr.2020.0006
ISSN1939-9774
Autores Tópico(s)Cultural Studies and Interdisciplinary Research
ResumoCup-Shotten, and: Stop Me If You've Heard This One Before Hailey Leithauser (bio) CUP-SHOTTEN Or, in other words, to beflown high up the pole, alpine as a kite, rendered sack-sopt and muzzy, lushed, boxed, and/or bumpsy,gone pot-smit and sotted, face- foxed or malty,left whistled, jug-bitten, tipped tilt as a wheelbarrowor wrapped in warm flannel—however the mother tonguemaunders her long, labyrinth, liquid way round, here weare tripping up in our cups, not legless or tow-row,O My Lovely, not staggered or tight, but stillreeling ripe, feeling pipped, and isn't it all repleteas a peach, our swizzle-stick flirt and this breezy, voluptuousrush, (be it glass, be it barrel) that disburdensthe weight of decorum to devil dry virtue and gust up your skirt. [End Page 76] STOP ME IF YOU'VE HEARD THIS ONE BEFORE A man walks into a bar. An Irishman walks into a barwith a pelican on his head. A salesman walks into a bar wearing a fedora and smoking a two-bit cigarand says to the female contortionist behind the bar that his horse would like a drink. The daughterof the farmer is already there drinking at the bar teasing stray bits of straw from her hairand talking to a man with a large waxed handlebar moustache as the Pope and Jayne Mansfield wash ashore.Meanwhile a man in France walks into the same French bar all over again. There he meets a nearsighted hookerand a pie-eyed vicar who don't know that it's a drag bar and it's then a gorilla comes in and orders a sidecar,slaps a crisp new C-note down on the bar and says to keep the change. So good so faruntil a one-legged jockey decides to raise the bar by making a play for a Mother Superiorwho's just bonked a house detective with a crowbar and by now it's starting to look like a scene from a MarxBrothers movie crammed into the back room of a bar and the punch line comes when a chiropractor,a top-heavy blonde with a strained sacrolumbar, a talking Chihuahua, a Polish bookmakerand a busload of drunken lawyers recently disbarred, —Stop me if you've heard this one before—all of them dyslexic, go out for cocktails in a bra. [End Page 77] Hailey Leithauser HAILEY LEITHAUSER is the author of Swoop (Graywolf, 2013) and Saint Worm (Able Muse Press, 2019) She has recent or forthcoming work in 32 Poems, AGNI, Cincinnati Review, Plume, and The Yale Review, and is hard at work on a new manuscript of kinda sorta love poems. Copyright © 2020 Johns Hopkins University Press
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