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Another holds what's left of pride / The day my best friend laughed dead in my face
Because he knew she was his other best friend's / Lady

 

                                                                                                                                                            Van G. Garrett

 

 

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Dancing on Main Street  / Sing the Sun Up / Chances Are Few

 

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Critical Analysis of 

“Instructions for Your New Osiris”

By Van G. Garrett

After reading Lorenzo Thomas’ poem “Instructions for Your New Osiris” excerpted from Chances Are Few I had a wonderful epiphany.  A revelation that spoke to me the way no Shakespearean sonnet has; the notion a breakup with a loved one can be skillfully written and well articulated, despite its bitter and turbulent past.

In the first stanza Thomas establishes the setting with immediacy. We are in the ex’s boudoir thinking about the absence of “Canopic old Egyptian jugs” that held the writer’s attention until his ex “Put them in her bag/ And toted them to her new lover’s house.” What is so wonderful about this stanza is it creates the scene, focuses on uncommon household items, and the manner which the lover takes or “totes” her wares to her new home.

Stanzas three and four portray the humanistic appeal of loneliness. The lines “My heart’s in one/ I’m dead / because no longer does my body hold a heart” illustrate the narrator’s despair and feelings of incompleteness. We realize metaphorically he is like the aforementioned jugs that once resided in the home—empty and jostled in transition. However, the poem’s sad tone shifts to a more profound realm of dejection in stanzas five through seven.

Another holds what’s left of pride

The day my best friend laughed in my face

Because he knew she was his other best friend’s

Lady

Another holds the essence

Of my self-respect

And still another, all my tenderness

For her

That’s all.

There’s nothing left

But dead politeness

The previous lines convey an extinguished pride, trampled respect, disregard of feelings, and an obvious lapse in communication. The writer’s dejected spirit later manifests into confusion and disdain as the poem progresses. We see how the ex “lies like the difficulty of game show questions” in a show the writer doesn’t understand. He is confused and seeks to ascertain answers to the drama that besets him.

In the last stanza we are not presented with a wonderful resolution, rather a nostalgic and weary frustration that tries to comprehend how a relationship that once appeared to be sincere has turned sour: “When I was still alive, before I knew/ The full name of the door,/ I used to speak of her and say/ “My Lady”. ”

Thomas’ poem reflects a conversational and honest tone which is notably his hallmark. “Instructions for Your New Osiris” is a great example of skillful writing about a very personal experience. This denouncement of a once loving muse also conjures the ancient Egyptian myth of Osiris; a tale where the protagonist’s physical vessel is captured, transformed, erected, and shattered because of his brother Typhon’s jealousy. A clever conceit future suitors of the poem’s ‘Isis’ may want to carefully consider.

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Full Text of Poem

Instructions for Your New Osiris

By Lorenzo Thomas

Canopic old Egyptian jugs,
The jars in her boudoir hold me.
Or used to
Since she's moved them
Put them in her bag
And toted them to her new lover's house

That's what she throws in my face
Since she no longer holds me
Since she can't stay around
No longer

My heart's in one

I'm dead
because no longer does my body hold a heart

Another holds what's left of pride
The day my best friend laughed dead in my face
Because he knew she was his other best friend's
Lady

Another holds the essence
Of my self-respect
And still another, all my tenderness
For her

That's all.
There's nothing left
But dead politeness

Not even passion left to kick her ass

She lies progressively to me
Each day, like the difficulty
Of game show questions
A little bitter more ridiculous each time
And unbelievable

Where is Gene Rayburn? Adrienne Barbeau?
George Gobel? Wally Cox? Familiar faces of the afternoon
Clifton Davis? Margaret Daniels?
It seems I just don't understand this show.

Lying, she cheats

In front of my face, behind my back
It doesn't matter
The only novelty is tonight's choice
A movie with my girlfriend

Got a date, I really didn't think you'd be in town
Don't hate me do you? Please
don't hate me please
I'm sorry, but I didn't think you'd mind
Of how she wants to let me know
We're through

When I was still alive, before I knew
The full name of the door,
I used to speak of her and say
"My Lady"

Source: Chances Are Few

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update 8 July 2008

 

 

 

Van G. Garrett, a writer, photographer, and teacher from Houston, TX can best be described as a “contemporary courier of creativity.”  Garrett, a 1999 graduate of Houston Baptist University, has a BA in English (with an emphasis in creative writing) and Mass Media (with an emphasis in print) which he has utilized as demonstrated by his various publications and honors.

He was awarded the Danny Lee Lawrence prize for poetry in 1999, a 2002 Callaloo Creative Writing Fellowship for poetry, and his poems have appeared in Rolling Out, Life Imitating Art, Swirl, Drumvoices Review, Curbside Review, Shanks’ Mare, Urban Beat, E! Scene and elsewhere.

His photography has appeared in Source, has been contracted by Capitol Records, and has been on display at the Museum of Fine Arts of Houston.

v.g.garrett@usa.net

 

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