Yesterday I was the Everyday Genius (thanks to editor Brian Foley), and “everyday” implies it’s not too late to inform you. EG featured part of a new (and still growing) long poem called TO BE NEW FOR THE EMPIRE.
I read a lot of 2014 projections from our so-called liberal economists. This poem started with some command-form instructions, then grew into a broader meditation on what female personhood and capital have in common or what masculinity would have women be.
Loretta Lynn & poet Lynn Xu & I celebrated our palindrome birthday—4/14/14, a brisk spring day after a light snow here in Denver. I turned 31 years old, walked in the sunlight looking for blossoms, wrote a poem, and spoke to my friends and family on the telephone. For the 10,000th time, I thought “I have the best friends in the world.”
A delivery man knocked on my door and handed me lilies and spray roses from an admirer. I ate dinner with friends and my brother, and I sipped on a vieux carre.
Later, I drove to Dinosaur Ridge with someone special, and we talked about distraction while we fixed our eyes on the shadow of the earth overtaking the moon and the sun’s reflection making the shadowy moon red.
When I zoom in on photos, the blood moon is a ragged peach.
EA: Yes, an event. It is a speed that you catch. Images are not still. They are moving things. They come, they go, they disappear, they approach, they recede, and they are not even visual—ultimately they are pure feeling. They’re like something that calls you through a fog or a cloud.