American Papyrus: 25 Poems — Text and Context

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Authors: Sills, Steven David Justin Digital Source: Project Gutenberg Gutenberg Release Year: 2003 First Publication Year: Not confirmed

Key Word: Poetry Target Reader: Readers of public-domain and historical texts

Book Edition: Project Gutenberg digital edition Book Language: en

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Words 12,049

Reading time 53 min

Text sections 6

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In 25 poems, Steven Sills traces the inner lives of working men through bus commutes, maintenance jobs, and domestic dissolution, using stark imagery of concrete, cigarettes, and vanishing shadows to render emotional paralysis.

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The collection opens with a man on a city bus, watching his own spit vanish from the pavement. That image—of a gesture that misses, of a mark that disappears—sets the tone for poems that track small, failed attempts at connection. Sills builds his scenes from concrete particulars: the scrape of a lunch pail against a metal bench, the cool sedation of air conditioning, the diaphanous face reflected in a bus window with a hotel piercing through its head. These are not metaphors reaching for transcendence; they are observations pressed so close to the physical that the physical itself becomes the limit of feeling.

The Body as a Boundary

Throughout the excerpts, bodies are described as things that press, overlap, and fail to connect. In the opening poem, the speaker recalls “the intermingled shadows that both / Had labeled as their marriage”—a marriage reduced to a projection of angles. Later, in “Earth,” the speaker’s limbs twist “around the collective molecules, / Trying to dig in,” but the body remains “obscurity,” neither fully present nor fully absent. The sex is described as “euphoric traction,” a mechanical term that undercuts any warmth. Even the act of breathing becomes a conscious effort: “I breathe the aloneness that intangibly defines the / Air.” The body is not a site of intimacy but of isolation, a suit that tucks the speaker into “its structure of cotton.”

Work as Repetition and Erasure

Work appears as a relentless, almost automatic process. The maintenance man in the first poem goes to work at the Hilton; the speaker in “New England Washing” imagines trays “forever coming down the belt for the / Dumping and washing...the trays that disappear / In a square hole and come out clean.” The work continues “regardless if I am there.” This erasure of the individual is mirrored in the landscape: a truck passes, muddy water slaps the windshield, and the view is “blurred and pebbled.” The speaker’s own identity dissolves into the routine. In “Earth,” the suit tucks him in, and soon “a building will be again the structure / Around men of cotton suits, pushing a product.” The person becomes interchangeable with the product he pushes.

The Unspoken and the Hollow Answer

Silence and failed speech recur. In the first poem, the speaker wonders why his wife left “without indication.” In “Earth,” he asks himself why he married, and a hollow answer says “it was time.” The Tarot card reader in another excerpt is told to “straighten up your fucking life,” and the speaker laughs bitterly. In “New England Washing,” the parents “smiling unhappily / And speaking none of that” are contrasted with the knowledge that “a lot will be said.” The poem ends with the speaker imagining his widowed mother “coughing them as the husband had done.” The unspoken accumulates, pressing against the mundane details—the scalloped potatoes, the bent forks—that fill the space where conversation should be.

These poems reward attention to their small, precise details: the cigarette that “succumbs to the voice,” the “stick eyes” of a truck, the “black-sun scene with car lights.” Sills does not explain his images; he lets them accumulate. Readers may find it useful to track recurring objects—buses, windows, coffee, suits—and notice how they shift in meaning from poem to poem. The collection’s power lies not in resolution but in the steady, unblinking gaze it turns on the ordinary moments where loss is registered but not named.

Reading these poems about men on buses, hands stained with grease and silence, I thought of my father’s work boots by the door, and how once, late at night, the dense, sorrowful music of Orlando Furioso — A Reader’s Guide gave me that same strange comfort—the ache of lives caught in their own weathered cycles, heavy yet oddly familiar.