Song of a Reformed Headhunter

I have changed Sections 6 and 10 drastically, and made what I hope are improvements to the other sections. I am too close to the poem right now to judge its worth, but I need to give it a tentatively finished form before I can leave it alone and go on to other things. The change in the title should clarify the form and approach of the poem. An Essay after Adrienne Rich's "Snapshots of a Daughter-in-law" 1. "You, once a belle in Shreveport" One of the tallest boys of Class 1A, you posed against the older scouts, front double biceps, back lat spread, side chest, taut postures you studied in muscle mags while night coaching your little flared dick. You were only half surprised when you won. Though the other boys had more to show, you threw your hardest punch into the hand you raised. You crushed your abdominals as if jumping on a soda can you tossed. Your heart was still flushed the day after when a patrol leader, with strawberry for lips, grab...

A feature-length documentary on Ludwig van Beethoven, with rather more biography than music commentary, more panegyric than analysis.  Van , which means the family came originally from Belgium, and not the aristocratic von.  The son and grandson of court musicians, Beethoven was constantly wooing noblewomen who could not or would not marry beneath them. Although reputed to be a misanthrope in his later deaf years, he could also be generous, giving an English visitor a ten-bar composition, which was only discovered in Cornwall in the 1980's. I was surprised to learn that he prayed twice a day, according to the testimony of his nephew, to a God not of the established Church, but of his own interpretation. I would have loved to be at the 1808 concert that he gave, entirely of his own music. The documentary mentioned only the Fourth Piano Concerto and the Fifth and Sixth Symphonies, but this blog gives the entire program for that cold Vienna night. It included the Gloria and Sa...

Uccellacci e uccellini (original title) is a comical, picaresque political allegory. A father and his son walking on a road meet a talking raven who tells them the story of how Saint Francis sent a pair of monks very like them to preach to the hawks and then the sparrows. Though the monks finally found a way to preach to the birds in their own languages, the gospel did not prevent the hawks from eating the sparrows. After that digression, the film reveals that the father is on his way to collect rent. His impoverished tenants are so poor that they eat boiled bird's nest (like the Chinese do, the wife said, in an allusion to the Chinese Communist Revolution) and keep their children in bed so that they don't have to be fed. Having to leave empty-handed, the father in turn is set upon by dogs when he cannot turn over any money to his rich landlord. Other episodes on the road enrich this otherwise deliberately simple tale. Father and son meet a group of circus folks at one poin...

It could have been a superb movie but it was merely good. Inspired by the story of Robert Durst, the scion of a New York real estate dynasty, "All Good Things" was about the mystery of childhood trauma. At seven David Marks saw his mother throw herself off the roof of their house and kill herself. The film revealed later that his father did not carry him away from the scene because he wanted to use David to dissuade his wife from jumping. So, added to the horror of seeing one's mother braining herself at one's feet, was the knowledge that one was useless in preventing it. The literal life-and-death struggle between a couple broke a child in its middle. Ryan Gosling was compelling as that broken child in the adult. Or was the child broken to begin with? According to Sanford, the patriarch (Frank Langella), David had always been "weak," in contrast with his younger brother who took over the family business. Sanford's dismissal could, of course, be explai...

After Adrienne Rich's "Snapshots of a Daughter-in-law" 1. "You, once a belle in Shreveport" One of the tallest boys of Class 1A, you posed against the older scouts, front double biceps, back lat spread, side chest, taut postures you studied in muscle mags while stroking your little flared dick. You were only half surprised when you won. Though the other boys had more to show, you threw your hardest punch into the hand you raised. You crushed your abdominals as if jumping on a soda can you tossed. Your heart still flushed the next morning when an older boy, the one with strawberry lips, grabbed and congratulated you, Mr. 01 Scout! Your arm jerked back before you could smile, quicker, stronger, than you could catch. 2. "she hears the angels chiding, and looks out" The angels fell silent after you left the church, the boxy Baptist church converted from a cinema, where you learned the parts of sinner and saint with a cast of ten...

After Adrienne Rich's "Snapshots of a Daughter-in-law" 1. "You, once a belle in Shreveport" One of the tallest boys of Class 1A, you posed against the older scouts, front double biceps, back lat spread, side chest, professional postures you studied in Flex while stroking your little flared dick. You were only half surprised when you won. Though the other boys had more to show, you threw your hardest punch into the hand you raised. You crushed your abdominals as if jumping on a soda can you tossed. Your heart was still flushed the next morning when an older boy, the one with strawberry lips, grabbed and congratulated you, Muscleman! Your arm jerked back before you could smile, quicker, stronger, than you could catch. 2. "she hears the angels chiding, and looks out" The angels fell silent after you left the church, the boxy Baptist church converted from a cinema, where you learned the parts of sinner and saint with a cast of t...

After Adrienne Rich's "Snapshots of a Daughter-in-law" 1. "You, once a belle in Shreveport" One of the tallest boys of Class 1A, you posed against the older scouts, front double biceps, back lat spread, side chest, taut postures you studied in magazines while stroking your little flared dick. You were only half surprised when you won. Though the other boys had more to show, you threw your hardest punch into the hand you raised. You crushed your abdominals as if jumping on a soda can you tossed. Your heart was still flushed the next morning when an older boy, the one with strawberry lips, grabbed and congratulated you, Muscleman! Your arm jerked back before you could smile, quicker, stronger, than you could catch. 2. "she hears the angels chiding, and looks out" The angels fell silent after you left the church, the boxy Baptist church converted from a cinema, where you learned the parts of sinner and saint with a cast of ten ...

Watched this Brits off Broadway offering with TH at 59E59 Theater last Thursday. Strong acting by Brenda Blethyn and Niall Buggy as possessive, domineering wife, and straying husband. Beth Cooke as Hazel, an elocution teacher, was good too; her lack of beauty and personality made clear how much of Mr Berry's desire was generated from within. I am not sure however what the play, directed by Braham Murray, was going for, besides a gritty picture of marital unhappiness. The picture was a relatively familiar one. The dialogue was laden with literary references. O'Brien rewrote the play from a TV drama she had written decades ago, when she met Blethyn. So the play was, at least in part, a star vehicle, though a playwright would hate to have her work called this. If the vehicle went somewhere, it would have seemed less so.

After Adrienne Rich's "Snapshots of a Daughter-in-law" 1. "You, once a belle in Shreveport" One of the tallest boys of Class 1A, you posed against the older scouts, front double biceps, back lat spread, side chest, taut postures you studied in magazines while stroking your little flared dick. You were only half surprised when you won. Though the other boys had more to show, you threw your hardest punch into the hand you raised. You crushed your abdominals as if jumping on a soda can you tossed. You were still flushed the next morning when an older boy, the one with strawberry lips, grabbed and congratulated you, Muscleman! Your arm jerked back before you could smile, quicker, stronger, than you could catch. 2. "she hears the angels chiding, and looks out" The angels fell silent after you left the church, the boxy Baptist church converted from a cinema, where you learned the parts of sinner and saint with a cast of ten thousa...

After Adrienne Rich's "Snapshots of a Daughter-in-law" 1. "You, once a belle in Shreveport" One of the tallest boys of Class 1A, you posed against the older scouts, front double biceps, back lat spread, side chest, taut postures you studied in magazines while stroking your little flared dick. You were only half surprised when you won. Though the other boys had more to show, you threw your hardest punch into the hand you raised. You crushed your abdominals as if jumping on a soda can you tossed. You were still flushed the next morning when an older boy, the one with strawberry lips, grabbed and congratulated you, Muscleman! Your arm jerked back before you could smile, quicker, stronger, than you could catch. 2. "she hears the angels chiding, and looks out" The angels fell silent after you left the church, the boxy Baptist church converted from a cinema, where you learned the parts of sinner and saint with a cast of ten thousa...

Just returned from a good weekend in DC. Walked down the Mall to Capitol Hill, where we saw three senators enter the building where they would vote to repeal Don't Ask, Don't Tell. Ate a delicious lunch of Spanish tapas at Bodega in Georgetown before doing a spot of shopping and taking the bus to Dupoint Circle. Watched the Senate vote on C-Span at, appropriately, the Human Rights Campaign shop. Browsed at Kramerbooks where GH showed me Gaston Bachelard's The Poetics of Space . Had drinks at 30 Degrees, above Cobalt, and then at JR Grill and Bar, where I embarrassed GH by singing to The Sound of Music . Back in R and SW's house, we ate a delicious lobster dinner, and admired her fiber art . I especially liked the "Blue Bamboo" series. "Permission to fly," the expressionistic quilt in the dining room, was also very beautiful. During dinner GH and SW argued over their father's art. GH had shown me "Granny," a wooden bust. He described ...

After Adrienne Rich's "Snapshots of a Daughter-in-law" 1. "You, once a belle in Shreveport" The tallest of your secondary one class, you posed against the older boys, front double biceps, back lat spread, side chest, taut postures you studied in magazines while stroking your little flared cock. You were only half surprised when you won. Though the other boys had more to show, you threw your hardest punch into the hand you raised. You crushed your abdominals as if jumping on a soda can you tossed. You were still flushed the next morning when an older boy, the one with strawberry lips, grabbed and congratulated you, Muscleman! Your arm jerked back before you could smile, quicker, stronger, than you could catch. 2. "she hears the angels chiding, and looks out" The angels fell silent after you left the church, the boxy Baptist church converted from a cinema, where you learned the parts of sinner and saint with a cast of ten thou...

Last Saturday GH and I heard Nikolaj Znaider play Elgar's Violin Concerto in B minor. The Copenhagen native was tall and square-shouldered, and walked on with an easy grace. From where we sat, in the middle of the orchestra, I could see his strong jaw. Without trying to, he commanded the stage. His performance of Elgar was dignified, passionate and dynamic. The orchestra was so responsive to him that he almost seemed to be co-conducting it with Sir Colin Davis. I also enjoyed Elgar's Introduction and Allegro for Strings (Quartet and Orchestra) and Mozart's Symphony No. 36 in C major, Linz, but Znaider was a revelation. Yesterday morning, during my commute to school, I listened to his recording of the same violin concerto, with Sir Colin Davis and the Dresden Staatskapelle. The third movement was so grand that I had to halt in wintry Carl Schurz Park to hear it to the end. Hearing the music and watching the sunrise at the same time was an incredible feeling. I felt I cou...

After Adrienne Rich's "Snapshots of a Daughter-in-law" 1. "You, once a belle in Shreveport" The tallest of your secondary one class, you posed against the older boys, front double biceps, back lat spread, side chest, taut postures you studied in magazines while stroking your little flared cock. You were only half surprised when you won. Though the other boys had more to show, you threw your hardest punch into the hand you raised. You crushed your abdominals as if jumping on a soda can you tossed. You were still flushed the next morning when an older boy, the one with strawberry lips, grabbed and congratulated you, Muscleman! Your arm jerked back before you could smile, quicker, stronger, than you could catch. 2. "she hears the angels chiding, and looks out" The angels fell silent after you left the church, the boxy Baptist church converted from a cinema, where you learned the parts of sinner and saint with a cast of ten thou...

After Adrienne Rich's "Snapshots of a Daughter-in-law" 1. "You, once a belle in Shreveport" The tallest of your secondary one class, you posed against the older boys, front double biceps, back lat spread, side chest, taut postures you studied in magazines while stroking your little flared cock. You were only half surprised when you won. Though the other boys had more to show, you threw your hardest punch into the hand you raised. You crushed your abdominals as if jumping on a soda can you tossed. You were still flushed the next morning when an older boy, the one with strawberry lips, grabbed and congratulated you, Muscleman! Your arm jerked back before you could smile, quicker, stronger, than you could catch. 2. "she hears the angels chiding, and looks out" The angels fell silent after you left the church, the boxy Baptist church converted from a cinema, where you learned the parts of sinner and saint with a cast of ten thou...

Been watching a slew of gay movies from Netflix or Blockbuster lately. For the record: "Denied" (2004) has hunky jock fall in love with loser best friend who denies he is gay by sleeping around with women. Lee Rumohr was a dishy Troy. In "Defying Gravity" (1997), frat boy Griff (Daniel Chilson) keeps his brothers in the dark about his relationship with Pete, but a gay bashing forces him out of his closet. Gay robbers, armed and dangerous, in "Burnt Money" (2000). Eduardo Noriega and Leonardo Sbaraglia burn up the screen, but the action tails off, and I nearly fell asleep. "Sebastiane" (1976), directed by Derek Jarman, tries to be decadent, but turns out to be dull, dull, dull. There is somewhat more psychological subtlety in "Mulligans" (2008). At the family's summer house, Dad falls for straight son's best bud. Dan Payne as the father was watchable. Pity Charlie David was a cipher as a gay college boy. "Unfabul...

After Adrienne Rich's "Snapshots of a Daughter-in-law" 1. "You, once a belle in Shreveport" The tallest of your secondary one class, you posed against the older boys, front double biceps, back lat spread, side chest, taut postures you studied in magazines while stroking your little flared cock. You were only half surprised when you won. Though the other boys had more to show, you threw your hardest punch into the hand you raised. You crushed your abdominals as if jumping on a soda can you tossed. You were still flushed the next morning when an older boy, the one with strawberry lips, grabbed and congratulated you, Muscleman! Your arm jerked back before you could smile, quicker, stronger, than you could catch. 2. "she hears the angels chiding, and looks out" The angels fell silent after you left the church, the boxy Baptist church converted from a cinema, where you learned the parts of sinner and saint with a cast of ten thou...

After Adrienne Rich's "Snapshots of a Daughter-in-law" 1. "You, once a belle in Shreveport" The tallest of your secondary one class, you posed against the older boys, front double biceps, back lat spread, side chest, taut postures you studied in magazines while stroking your little flared cock. You were only half surprised when you won. Though the other boys had more to show, you threw your hardest punch into the hand you raised. You crushed your abdominals as if jumping on a soda can you tossed. You were still flushed the next morning when an older boy, the one with strawberry lips, grabbed and congratulated you, Muscleman! Your arm jerked back before you could smile, quicker, stronger, than you could catch. 2. "she hears the angels chiding, and looks out" The angels fell silent after you left the church, the boxy Baptist church converted from a cinema, where you learned the parts of sinner and saint with a cast of ten thou...

After Adrienne Rich's "Snapshots of a Daughter-in-law" 1. "You, once a belle in Shreveport" The tallest of your secondary one class, you posed against the older boys, front double biceps, back lat spread, side chest, taut postures you studied in magazines while stroking your little flared cock. You were only half surprised when you won. Though the other boys had more to show, you threw your hardest punch into the hand you raised. You crushed your abdominals as if jumping on a soda can you tossed. You were still flushed the next morning when an older boy, the one with big lips, grabbed and congratulated you, Muscleman!   Your arm jerked back before you could smile, quicker, stronger, than you could catch.

That’s What Comes From Being Whenever I write you it blends & morphs into so many others. That’s what comes from being informal, I guess. Or not cool. Or erotic. —Emily Critchley, “When I say I believe women…” Or historical. Or wayward. Or a river. Or The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. Or an all-boys school. Or not possible. Or lucky to be taken up by women without children. Or with children. Or stricken by the chicken pox at 17. Or a big fan of Hainanese chicken rice, tender white meat or roasted drumstick, dipped in a hot chilli sauce with garlic. Or fanatic. Or unable to speak in tongues. Or a coward who reads Nietzsche for fun. Or a gay teacher at an all-girls school. Or listening to Bach on the bus this week. Or a demilitarized zone. Or a poet. Fill in the blank. Or circle. Or formal.

With LW, I heard Sir Colin Davis conduct the New York Philharmonic on Tuesday. The performance of Beethoven's Symphony No. 2 in D major was suave. I found it boring. Much more interesting were Mahler's Twelve Songs from Des Knaben Wunderhorn (The Boy's Magic Horn). Compiled and published by Clemens Brentano and Achim von Arnim, the book pretended to be a collection of authentic folk poems, but comprised free renderings of texts and original compositions of the authors. Mahler put to music "The Sentinel's Nightsong," the tongue-in-cheek "St. Anthony of Padua's Sermon to the Fishes," the pathetic "The Earthly Life," "Solace in Misfortune," the heroic and sweet "Song of the Persecuted in the Tower," the spring-like "Who Thought Up This Little Song?" the tragic "Reveille," the charming "Little Rhine Legend," the satirical "Praise from an Advanced Intellect," the insulting "...

After Elisabeth Bletsoe’s “Birds from the Sherborne Missal” Pigeon, identified as Rock Pigeon ( Columba livia domestica ) In the liturgical city, in the agora, gospel and gregarious. The fleshy cere on the short slender beak protects the nostrils. Deepthroated chuckling. You drew me to the gate of the Marble Cemetery and kissed me. The drag queen, passing by, simpered, “Ooh, boys kissing.” Purple iridescence on the gray neck. Two black bars on the wing. Crop milk. Toasting s’mores over a wood fire in the garden wedged between two apartment buildings. Granivorous and frugivorous. Some eat trash. It was alleged that they have no gall bladder, which accounts for their reputation for sweetness, but they have gall. Aristotle knew that. Don’t forget. The Columba livia is kosher and korban. The parents of Jesus sacrificed a pair after his circumcision. Loss, a sign of the covenant. Domesticated for centuries, they still live in the urban wilds. Homers. Carriers. Release doves. strong ...

After Rose Kelleher's "Kink" The dead painter is looking for a place to paint: a tree, some water.

Having a boyfriend is not good for blogging. But a blog cannot hug you at night. Last night, Bob Heman's 12th Big Clwn Wr Event took place in the Community Room of the Westbeth housing for artists, in the far west of the Village. A number of Pink Pony regulars or ex-regulars read, but also a couple of exciting discoveries. Adriana Scorpino had a strong long poem about the Williamsburg Bridge that spiritualizes it far more convincingly than Hart Crane did with the Brooklyn one. Liza Wolsky read a terrific poem about her father trying to revive a drowned man. George Spencer read sexy poems sauced with learned references. Thomas Fucaloro is getting better and better: he read a very funny poem about a TV nature show that mounted a camera on a lizard. Judy Kamilhor entertained with her short pieces inspired by haiku and senryu. I read two poems from Equal to the Earth , a poem by Bob Hart ("From a Winslow Homer Painting"), and a poem from my next book Seven Studies for a S...

Most art shows stroke the museum-goer to a climax. Chaos & Classicism , at the Guggenheim, ends differently. Not in an anti-climax, but rather in a depressing one. After displaying beautiful classicizing works by the likes of Dix, Picasso, Balthus and Léger, the show leaves the rotunda and enters a room titled "The Dark Side of Classicism."  It is filled with paintings, murals and sculpture inspired by Fascism, depicting muscular warriors and heroic horsemen. At the end of the room plays the film of the 1936 Berlin Olympic Games, in which the Discus Thrower comes alive as a German triathlete. The art is bad, but therein lies my dissatisfaction with an otherwise enlightening show. The equation of bad art and bad idea is too easy. It would have been far more interesting, far more complicating, to show beautiful art done by bona fide Fascists. Do such works exist? Can they? Also saw two small sculptures by Spanish sculptor Pablo Gargallo, who appears in Marianne Moore...