Tag Archives: Poetry
Cohen Intelligence Agency
I’ve blogged about Leonard Cohen’s use of LSD on this illuminated scroll before. Today as I was sorting stories for the Remnants Flipboard when I came across this bizarre report from Abel Danger about Leonard Cohen’s involvement with early CIA LSD experiments in the 1950′s. Here’s the word… The man in the photo, taken at [...]
Pasolini: The Rebel
The film Salò is set in Fascist-occupied Italy in 1944. It tells the story of what happens when a Duke, a Bishop, a Magistrate and a President take 18 adolescent boys and girls captive and travel to a remote palace. What follows is one of the most extreme sociopolitical criticisms ever committed to film. Based [...]
Celebrating Frank O'Hara
Frank O’Hara would’ve turned 87 in March if he hadn’t been hit by a dune buggy on Fire Island in 1966. O’Hara was a category straddling artist who wouldn’t be boxed-in by the preconceived boundaries that separated – and continue to separate – artists and the people who organize and comment on their work. O’Hara [...]
Bus Poem #2
Good day, As promised, here is another poem I wrote on the bus on my way downtown this morning: Camouflage Everyone is in camouflage and I’m in blaze orange. On this morning bus a devil’s food cupcake in a tigerstripe parka says, “It needs one more paint o’ coat” into a phone with no name. [...]
Bridge Over Troubled Water
Bonjour, mes amis. I write you from a cold, rainy afternoon in Nashville. I am off to hear some classical music tonight and to drink some kind of warming liquor to help me better match moods with this sad-faced evening. I have been remiss in my latest correspondences, which is to say – there haven’t [...]
Phone Booth Knife Fight
Bon soir, mes amis. PHONE BOOTH KNIFE FIGHT phone booth knife fight knife booth phone fight booth knife phone fight knife fight booth phone knife phone fight booth booth phone knife fight booth fight phone knife phone booth fight knife fight knife booth phone booth phone fight knife fight knife phone booth fight booth knife [...]
Otherwise
Otherwise Loneliness is an old friend who respects your privacy. He knows when to interrupt. A person alone is a limb on the water and a flash in the black. We have much to offer, but only to the desperate. Happy people rarely call, and we can always cling to ourselves. Solitude is solid, and [...]
Reflections on an Aerial Photograph of a City on a River
Reflections on an Aerial Photograph of a City on a River I’ve heard it said – and who hasn’t – that this city is circles within circles. I’ve heard it said that a city within a circle is European, and that all these rings interconnect even as other rings rise from limestone, through the earth, [...]
