I spent the day in bed listening to Joshua Clover
and a good friend in Europe talking about how
uselessly American I have become over the years
of watching teen flicks and stumbling out of cars
with ash all over my pants or Southern breath.
Its dark at 5: 30 p.m. making it seem like its at
the other end of day, so right now I’m writing this
poem from China right after the genocide at
the opium dens where the weary went to
lay on the floor and look sad as hell while
the Lumiere brothers made a thirty second
movie about, well, anything that they could.
Did you check bbc.co.uk today? while I was
reading The Map Room because it’s the only
one of his poems I could find online;
Has the internet become the new moon?
In that case, ill read the horoscopes off
the freckles on your back and be anything
but a Taurus because I cant change when
I was born and I don’t believe in any of
that bullshit anyway but I want to lay next
to you knowing or not knowing that
tomorrow will be there,
laying next to me.

Review of Gran Torino

Quotable Quotes:
“And who was that
goofball guy you were with?
Was that a date
or something?”

"Get off my lawn."

The Film:
An aged Clint Eastwood does his best
to smile, or not smile, the same old
grimace. this time almost. falling off
his face. Rough life, lonely now;
since the first. scene at her funeral.
Character development, analyzed and
edited into camera angles and panning
shots, developing through swearing,
gestures, and throwbacks to outlaw
past lives. He clings to almost
antique guns from a time when shooting
someone meant something. Our hero sits in
a dark room with a cigarette and glass
in his knuckles. Decisions to be made
implode and string the audience along
until the end, which is, like the beginning,
a funeral.

The Movie-Going Experience:
I couldn’t follow the first fifteen
minutes because all I could think
about was how I wanted to move
up the armrest out of the way.
That son of a bitch cradled you when I
could have been and bumped my elbow
when I leaned. Or maybe I
was just too high. It’s hard
to tell.

Final Words:
I need to buy me a rifle.