A new Rabbit Light Movies is up. I like the look of this full length poem film by Zach. I dont know what it is exactly, but I see a lot of faces I know.
Im reading in New York next weekend with some friends from our MFA program at UMASS. That'll be good. We're on break now and I miss them.
Today is Dara Wier's birthday.
Happy Day Dara.
Here is one of my favorite poems of hers, taken from Fou (whatever happened to that magazine?)
Chinese Restaurant on Fire
There they were sitting in the shade of a twisty gingko only more it was he
and less it was she conversing, only is it conversing when one does all of the
listening and the other does all of the talking, it probably is in some and not
in all circumstances. These were the subjects and the subjects were many:
his recent move, his eating habits, his phone manners, his headaches, his
sleep apnea, his poor eating habits, his non-cooking ways, his laundry
phobia, his desire to have children, his house hunting activities, his failure to
receive results in this endeavor, his apartment complex, his mother’s
dependence, his inheritance, his brother’s mental ill-health, his wife’s long-
suffering, his several ambitions, his many good qualities, his friends in
important places, his past of dark and glamorous drug addiction, his bad
knees, his dental work, his plans for future projects, his preferences in
footwear, his reading habits, his fear of failing to succeed, his ambitions, his
history of past successes, his taste in music, his this that and the other which
went on uninterrupted as the smell of smoke accumulated and eventually
insisted on gaining her attention which did nothing to deter his continuing
his involvement with his it turned out to be nothing less than all he could
find in his mind at the time, each piece of it leading to another, while she
had by now looked in the direction from which the smell of smoke was
coming to see rising up out of the rooftop just over her shoulder Chinese
cooks frantically scrambling from out of what must have been some sort of
escape hatch, it looked as if they were ascending, smoke did this to them, it
created an aura of beauty around their danger and it looked as if they would
successfully free themselves in time to survive as he continued talking
though it had become difficult to hear him above noises of people running
and by now at least three different kinds of sirens so she said look the
restaurant is on fire and he ignored her and kept right on talking as if none of
this registered as he was so lost in his thoughts nothing could derail them or
stop their headlong streaking into the future where everything was in flames,
everything in ruins, uninhabitable.
