Friday, April 25, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
The Utopian Wars
By Thomas Lux
(from the March/April issue of The American Poetry Review)
Amish raiding party attacks a Quaker
Settlement at Muddy Crossing,
killing first the Quaker ferryman
(who is drunk, and never awakes until midstream
to find an Amish man tying an anvil to his neck)
before reaching the village
and killing dozens, quietly at first, by blade
and hatchet (hoping to blame the savages), and
burning nothing
as they work their way toward the center of
town. Kill on the way in, burn
on the way out. In the hills, meanwhile,
the Buddhists quick-change from bright orange
to camo robes, point their howitzers eastward
where they know the Episcopalians
milk cobras
to tip arrows
and fill their bullets' hollow-points.
The Baha'i sit back and sharpen their knives and
saws.
The wily Mennonites withdraw,
their leaders meeting for three days
in upstate New York,
while at the same time the few remaining Jains
turn their cheeks
to reveal slashed and bloody jaws
from the last time
they turned their cheeks.
(from the March/April issue of The American Poetry Review)
Amish raiding party attacks a Quaker
Settlement at Muddy Crossing,
killing first the Quaker ferryman
(who is drunk, and never awakes until midstream
to find an Amish man tying an anvil to his neck)
before reaching the village
and killing dozens, quietly at first, by blade
and hatchet (hoping to blame the savages), and
burning nothing
as they work their way toward the center of
town. Kill on the way in, burn
on the way out. In the hills, meanwhile,
the Buddhists quick-change from bright orange
to camo robes, point their howitzers eastward
where they know the Episcopalians
milk cobras
to tip arrows
and fill their bullets' hollow-points.
The Baha'i sit back and sharpen their knives and
saws.
The wily Mennonites withdraw,
their leaders meeting for three days
in upstate New York,
while at the same time the few remaining Jains
turn their cheeks
to reveal slashed and bloody jaws
from the last time
they turned their cheeks.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
To mother
There was a dream and I wanted you to be in it.
I would have put you in my pocket
So you would have been there.
But you were a little rocky mountain
That stood up against every storm
And stayed firm.
And so I dreamed without you
But always feel deeply
Our dreams could live together.
Now I see myself as always being
The dream of a dandelion
On the side of this mountain.
(c. 1969)
I would have put you in my pocket
So you would have been there.
But you were a little rocky mountain
That stood up against every storm
And stayed firm.
And so I dreamed without you
But always feel deeply
Our dreams could live together.
Now I see myself as always being
The dream of a dandelion
On the side of this mountain.
(c. 1969)
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Everybody's a critic
I was privileged to write film reviews for publication for more than twenty years, starting with my first review published in the Champaign-Urbana Courier in 1976, eventually followed by a position as critic for Variety (my review name was "Pege"). Today, the field of movie reviewing is overrun, thanks mostly to the Internet. Even the Village Voice is letting its film critics go and smaller newspapers don't bother to pay for reviews, with all the people clamoring to write them for free.
Fine with me. Movies are so much more available than they used to be. I've been enriched by studying new Asian films this past year -- works by Apichatpong Weerasethakul, Tsai Ming-Liang, Hong Sang-soo, Jia Zhang Ke, and others. I recently ruminated to my heart's content on films such as "Lake of Fire" and "Southland Tales." I don't miss deadlines and the provincial editor's demand for "consumer reports" style writing, star ratings included. Movies have always been better than that and serious film criticism is still around. You just have to look for it. And not very far, at that.
Fine with me. Movies are so much more available than they used to be. I've been enriched by studying new Asian films this past year -- works by Apichatpong Weerasethakul, Tsai Ming-Liang, Hong Sang-soo, Jia Zhang Ke, and others. I recently ruminated to my heart's content on films such as "Lake of Fire" and "Southland Tales." I don't miss deadlines and the provincial editor's demand for "consumer reports" style writing, star ratings included. Movies have always been better than that and serious film criticism is still around. You just have to look for it. And not very far, at that.
from the New York Times
MOVIES | April 1, 2008
Now on the Endangered Species List: Movie Critics in Print
By DAVID CARR
The reviews are in: “A dire situation” for serious film.
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