Weathers, Vistas, Houses, Dust
Joseph Hutchison November 21, 2014
Weathers, Vistas, Houses, Dust is Joseph Hutchison’s first chapbook collection. Title: Weathers, Vistas, Houses, Dust Publication Date: 1980 Length: 16 pages Binding: Saddlestitched OUT OF PRINT From the book: HOMING for my mother I believe I remember my first house, deep in your body, alive with music. White music breaking ion waves on the cliffs of couches, foam hands caressing a shore of blue carpet. Adrift in a boat made of listening, my sleep was whole as milk in an udder. But a doctor divided us, beached me (deaf) in a body, far inland. I’ve needed 20 years to relearn your intricate fugue, to believe in the ancient turntable wheeling in its secret room. Mother, your spirit’s needle quivers in its spiral groove, like moonlight threading the troughs of waves. Yet I know that your bright tide is a maelstrom too, devouring your body’s walls. At first, it frightened me, loud as the angry knock Beethoven heard. But now, the longer I listen, I find the music growing more lovely, more clear, as it homes on into its silent center.