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{ Poem }

b ’àbhaist dhi fada na b ’fhaide na a’ mhòr-chuid againn a chaitheamh

san t-seòmar aice

’na cuimhne

{ Poem }

I love all films that start with rain:
rain, braiding a windowpane
or darkening a hung-out dress
or streaming down her upturned face…

{ Poem }

I roam the racks
without a guide
searching for scenes
I’ve lost.

{ Poem }

I was definitely typed, doomed
to be an exponent of evil

{ Poem }

Whenever neon trickles down
/ to meet a city drain,
/ I think of you on some wet roof,
/ a cobbled son of men –…

{ Poem }

Holly Golightly haunts the streets of New York.
Look into the distance. The girl is gone,
and each diamond is simply a star in the dark

{ Poem }

I’m getting a year of grace
from my year of pain and rage,
my year of famine —
a year to study film
production in Kinshasa
and finally come of age.

{ Poem }

Let’s do something you’ll never tell
/ your friends about, my convenient wife.
/ Read me theology until holiness runs
/ deeper than my sackcloth and…

{ Poem }

I only watch reruns now,
/ or films about geese,
/
/ and yet I’m waiting for the miracle
/ I used to find in early black…

{ Poem }

The thing about poetry is you have to keep doing it.
People have to keep making it.
The old stuff is no use
Once it’s old.