Hot off the griddle
Quickie: Two new poems. One is brand new (Nightmare in Retrospect) and the other (The drawing lesson) is an old poem that just got accepted into the upcoming Voices Israel anthology. Look right –> before crossing.
Nightmare in retrospect came out of a new dream journal project I am working on, and which might turn into a cycle. The journal is working wonders for my recollection. I recently saw the new movie, Phantom Love, by Nina Menkes, which got me going on the dream imagist kick. The movie, a lush series of dream-images, is a near-silent and beautifully shot B&W number whose only drawbacks are the excrutiatingly tedious and boring scenes of the protagonists’ waking life which lend contrast to her interior sensuality. That and the overblown plot element of the psychotic sister. Still, the dutifully and bravely excavated images that Menkes bears before us have the dream-like ability to burrow down into my head and then bloom unexpectedly, even a week later, into my conciousness. When I entered the theater, the show had nearly sold out. By the time the credits rolled, there were only four other people still in the theater. Auteurs and culture snobs: beware of Haifa.