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At Lake Scugog: Poems

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Mar 14, 2011
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2011
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This is an eagerly awaited collection of new poems from the author of Tom Thomson in Purgatory, which won the National Book Critics Circle Award and was hailed by the New York Times as a 鈥渟nappy, entertaining book.鈥� A triumphant follow-up to that acclaimed debut, At Lake Scugog demonstrates why the San Francisco Chronicle has called Troy Jollimore 鈥渁 new and exciting voice in American poetry.鈥�


Jollimore is a professional philosopher, and in witty and profound ways his formally playful poems dramatize philosophical subjects—especially the individual’s relation to the larger world, and the permeable, constantly shifting border between 鈥渋nner鈥� and 鈥渙uter.鈥� For instance, the speaker of 鈥淭he Solipsist,鈥� suspecting that the entire world 鈥渓ives inside of your skull,鈥� wonders 鈥渨hy / God would make ear and eye / to face outward, not in.鈥� And Tom Thomson—a character who also appeared in Jollimore鈥檚 first book—finds himself journeying like an astronaut through the far reaches of the space that fills his head, an experience that prompts him to ask that a doorbell be installed 鈥渙n the inside,鈥� so that he can warn the world before 鈥渋ntruding on鈥檛.鈥�
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From At Lake Scugog:
LOBSTERS


Troy Jollimore
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tend to cluster in prime numbers, sub-
oceanic bundles of bug consciousness
submerged in waking slumber, plunged in pits
of murk-black water. They have coalesced


out of the pitch and grime and salt suspended
within that atmospheric gloom. Their skin
is colorless below. But when exposed
to air, they start to radiate bright green,


then, soon, a siren red that wails: I鈥檓 dead.
The meat inside, though, is as white as teeth,
or the hard-boiled egg that comes to mind
when one cracks that crisp shell and digs beneath.


Caress the toothy claw-edge of its pincer
and you will know the single, simple thought
that populates its mind. The lobster trap is elegance
itself: one moving part: the thing that鈥檚 caught.