Poets: how do we wish to play with the medium of film? Filmmakers: how do we wish to strum the currents of poetry? Is one the water and the other the ripple that proves it not glass? Is one the world and the other the bowl in which it is caught, like a sky in a lake so we see it twice?
The title of a poem is like a tuning fork for the poem, whereas a song gives its overture to set the tone. In the poem-songs, instead of a title the listener receives first a pitch and pattern of sounds composed of instruments and vocals that accompany the words of the poem. This composition colors the words a particular and limited spectrum of emotions.
Figment—a word that immediately conjures imagination the way in any crowd a shout of “Marco” will elicit at least one “Polo” in response. Figment—from the Latin fingere: to shape…
“Distance running itself creates a hinge between physical exhaustion and the elevated mental capacity that exertion enables. It’s a lot like the effect of psychedelic drugs on perception. The mind attains a higher sense of awareness through specific, controlled altercations to the physical body…”
The cover of this slim magazine throbs with color and intrigue. Upon sighting on a wooden table during a poetry reading, I felt compelled to touch every page with both hands, or somehow—eat it.