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Project Apollo
I was the poolboy but it was billiards
I got up on the table with a feather duster
and did a little dance like the honeybee
to get the green felt felt green again
I felt it in my stinger. I felt it in my pockets
the god of light shined his light on me
and all around. and later it was his scope
because also the god of medicine also
the god who killed every boy he loved
which may have only been one. one good one.
then I appeared in ads for pools or ads
for poolboys. I appeared in a theater
near you like The Hustler, a movie about
a fast boy who plays pool. Paul Newman
played Fast Eddie Felson and appeared
in a theater near me and also wet
daydreams. I used to splash myself
with his dressing. undressing on the billiard
table and later by the pool of a poodle
groomer who tried to coif me he
never came up for air, he also scratched
also the god of archery of games of hawks
of the discus and of the stray. the ricochet
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D. A. Powell's most recent collections are Atlas T (Rescue Press, 2020) and Low Hanging Fruit (Foundlings Press, 2022). He teaches at the University of San Francisco.
[Photo of D.A. Powell by Ben Decastro. “Project Apollo” appears in The Paris Review #251. See https://www.theparisreview.org/poetry/8379/project-apollo-d-a-powell]
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Apollo Dancing with the Nine Muses. After Baldassare Peruzzi (1481-1536), gilt and tempera on board. Italian, second half of 19th century.
Sh yes the tidy little triangle of balls, then the scatter….
Posted by: Clarinda | May 18, 2025 at 01:19 PM
brilliant poem
Posted by: lally | May 18, 2025 at 01:52 PM
Painfully excellent
Posted by: Grace Cavalieri | May 18, 2025 at 03:11 PM
Like the broken syntax, the broken narrative, the unbroken narrator.
Posted by: Geoffrey Himes | May 18, 2025 at 05:25 PM
What breathtaking movement here! I love the help of the repeated "also" in taking us to a number of places all at once. This poem is dizzying, original, worth reading many but many times, which I'll do, wondering how D.A. Powell has pulled it off. "The god of light" has certainly blessed him! Terence, great pick--way to go! D.A., you've helped launch my Sunday morning with this great song.
Posted by: Don Berger | May 18, 2025 at 07:43 PM
Don: thanks for the comment, my friend.
Posted by: Terence Winch | May 19, 2025 at 10:28 AM
“Light” verse!! Made heavy by desire and time’s shorthand.
Posted by: Jeff Wright | May 20, 2025 at 10:21 AM
Ah, that's a good one -- lots going on there, and so much energy. Looking forward to reading it again & carrying it around with me. I felt that one in my stinger!
Posted by: Troy Jollimore | May 20, 2025 at 04:04 PM
A lot going on here …. and it’s always good. Really like the jumpcuts, the speed, the breathlessness. Bravo!
Posted by: Peter Bushyeager | May 20, 2025 at 06:07 PM