The Buford Highway Farmers Market

IF 0.4 4区 历史学 Q1 HISTORY
Diamond Forde
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  • The Buford Highway Farmers Market
  • Diamond Forde (bio)

DO you remember flirting at the fish counter on Thursdays? At the Buford Highway Farmers Market—dark corners, concrete floors, & flags winking in an industrial breeze.

2 Their bread aisle, which wrapped horizons, tender clouds of challah, kaiser, croissants; rambutan in the produce section, large custard pies, & a seafood market—perpetually wet with a salt-brine stink, but you dressed up for it: low pumps & pearls on your ears, silky as molars.

3 My sister, cousins, & I—all child-hollers wailed between rows—but you stayed posed, perfectly unbothered, pushed the buggy slow. & when the fish man saw you, sung your sugared name like a soprano—Heyyy Miss Alice—you'd duet, a laughter bubbling up somewhere among the snapper, the whole cold aisle whizzing a tune.

2 I shoulda noticed how lonely it'd be to stop going. After your GM Cadillac gnarled into scrap metal. After the accident. After that stranger blinking satanic in red light. [End Page 118]


Click for larger view
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Calling the sun to work, by Lindsay Adams, 2024. Oil on canvas, 48 × 72 in.

[End Page 119]

2 After that, your constant companion became boxed & bulky—a CRT TV propped on a cheap stand in the corner of your room:

3 Joyce Meyer, T. D. Jakes, Kenneth Copeland warbling. The only tunes you'd tend to, till the thin veiled hours shook you into prayer, then you'd turn to QVC.

4 Did you miss how shopping sounded in you? Is it why you bought a leopard-print jacket that didn't fit, made me promise to wear it, which I did—promise, flipping my fingers over the stiff denim, brown & bronze, dark spots flecked across the arms.

5 I loved it but didn't
wear it in your lifetime.

3 The night you died, I sat in the dark outside my closet looking to where the jacket hung, waiting for sadness to talon from my throat.

2 I confess I couldn't keep my promise till my early twenties—my sister asked me to take her to a rock concert, & I agreed, though you wouldn't have liked their music, the two of us dressed 80s Madonna-chic, side ponies, mesh dresses & cheap pleather boots, & I decided then to wear the jacket, loved how it bridged the now with what was

3 before me—my sister & I, an act of curl-coiled joy in an emo crowd, sweat licking our brows. Perhaps this is why I wore that jacket—wanted to take you to places you would never know, wanted you close enough

to see, finally, joy: feet leaping, arms

leopard-stamped & reaching for sky. [End Page 120]

Diamond Forde

diamond forde's debut collection, Mother Body, is the winner of the 2019 Saturnalia Poetry Prize. Forde has received a Pink Poetry Prize and a Furious Flower Poetry Prize, and she was a finalist for the 2022 Kate Tufts Discovery Award. Forde's work has appeared in Poetry, Obsidian, Massachusetts Review, and more.

Copyright © 2024 Center for the Study of the American South ...

布福德公路农贸市场
以下是内容的简要摘录,以代替摘要: 布福德公路农贸市场 戴蒙德-福德(Diamond Forde)(简历) 你还记得周四在鱼柜台调情的情景吗?在布福德公路农贸市场--黑暗的角落、水泥地面、&;在工业风中眨眼的旗帜。2 他们的面包货架,包裹着地平线、柔嫩的云状沙拉、凯撒面包、羊角面包;农产品区的红毛丹、大奶油馅饼;还有海鲜市场--永远湿漉漉的,带着盐卤的臭味,但你却为此打扮得花枝招展:低跟鞋& 耳朵上戴着珍珠项链,像臼齿一样丝滑。3 我的姐姐、表姐妹和我--所有孩子的叫声都在排与排之间回荡,但你却保持着姿势,完全不为所动,推着马车慢悠悠地走着。&当卖鱼的人看到你时,就会像女高音一样唱起你的名字--嘿,爱丽丝小姐--你会唱起二重唱,在甲鱼中间的某个地方发出一阵阵笑声,整个冰冷的过道都在嗡嗡作响。2 我早该注意到,不再去会是多么孤独。在你的通用凯迪拉克变成废铁之后。在那场事故之后在那个陌生人闪烁着撒旦般的红光之后。[点击查看大图 查看完整分辨率 召唤太阳上班,林赛-亚当斯创作于 2024 年。布面油画,48 × 72 英寸 [完 第 119 页] 2 从那以后,你的常伴就变成了盒装&帆布;笨重--一台CRT电视机被支在你房间角落的廉价支架上:3 乔伊斯-梅耶尔、T-D-杰克斯、肯尼斯-科普兰的歌声。这是你唯一会听的曲子,直到薄薄的薄纱将你裹进祈祷中,然后你就会转向 QVC。4 你怀念购物在你心中的声音吗?是不是因为这个原因,你买了一件不合身的豹纹夹克,让我答应穿上它,我答应了,用手指翻了翻硬质牛仔布、棕色ampamp;古铜色的黑斑点缀在手臂上。5 我很喜欢它,但在你有生之年没有穿过。3 你去世的那天晚上,我坐在衣橱外的黑暗中,望着挂着那件夹克的地方,等待着悲伤从我的喉咙里发出。2 我承认,在我二十出头之前,我没能遵守我的诺言--我的妹妹让我带她去看一场摇滚音乐会,我同意了,尽管你不会喜欢他们的音乐,我们两个穿着 80 年代麦当娜的时髦服装,侧马尾,网眼连衣裙,还有廉价的皮靴,我当时决定穿上那件夹克,喜欢它如何将现在和眼前的一切连接起来--我的妹妹和我,在情绪化的人群中,卷曲的欢乐,汗水舔着我们的眉毛。也许这就是我穿那件夹克的原因--我想把你带到你永远不会知道的地方,想让你离我足够近,最终看到快乐:跳跃的双脚,印有豹纹的手臂,伸向天空。[第120页完] 钻石-福德(Diamond Forde)的首部诗集《母亲的身体》(Mother Body)荣获2019年萨图纳利亚诗歌奖。福德曾获得粉红诗歌奖和怒花诗歌奖,并入围 2022 年凯特-塔夫茨发现奖决赛。福德的作品曾发表在《诗刊》、《黑曜石》、《马萨诸塞评论》等刊物上。 版权所有 © 2024 美国南方研究中心 ...
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期刊介绍: In the foreword to the first issue of the The Southern Literary Journal, published in November 1968, founding editors Louis D. Rubin, Jr. and C. Hugh Holman outlined the journal"s objectives: "To study the significant body of southern writing, to try to understand its relationship to the South, to attempt through it to understand an interesting and often vexing region of the American Union, and to do this, as far as possible, with good humor, critical tact, and objectivity--these are the perhaps impossible goals to which The Southern Literary Journal is committed." Since then The Southern Literary Journal has published hundreds of essays by scholars of southern literature examining the works of southern writers and the ongoing development of southern culture.
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