From MOVIE LOGIC: Poems, Erik La Prade's forthcoming book of poetry from Poets Wear Prada:
Ballad of a Weekend
II
In
the bedroom’s fireplace,
The
fire that burned Rome
Glows:
a red shadow,
Reflected
in the old clock’s glass face,
Turning
time to diamond-hard memory.
Nearby,
a violin hangs on the wall;
Its
broken strings, like crèche angels, implore us
To
repent from our morning lust,
And
save ourselves from old faults.
III
Sailing,
we drift in a haze of water
…
Blue
Chinese waves on porcelain.
Fuck
your analyst!
I
don’t want you to understand me,
Or
give me a lecture
On
the language of the senses —
Not
while the breeze is cool on my skin
And
I can watch you sunbathe nude.
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| MOVIE LOGIC: Poems by Erik La Prade
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Poets Wear Prada
ISBN-13: 978-0615761237 (Custom) ISBN-10: 0615761232 BISAC: Poetry / American / General |
— ALAN KAUFMAN, author of Drunken Angel,
editor of The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry
"La Prade is a gifted poet, memoirist, critic, photographer, and urban chronicler of lost artistic and literary byways, with a historian's eye for New York cultural history and downtown avant-garde. Put simply, he dazzles."
— GARY SHAPIRO, journalist
THe excerpt is bone-china fragile, with a Tourette's-like twitch of self-reflection thrown in for spice.
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