Big Mistake. Big. Huge.
Mark Rothko was just too trustingwhen he announced I’M INTERESTED ONLYIN EXPRESSING BASIC HUMANEMOTIONS—TRAGEDY, ECSTASY, DOOM,AND SO ON. Personally, I couldn’t beginto fill in what the other ones are.Is one of them the feeling of overlyenjoying the joke WHAT’S BLUEAND SMELLS LIKE RED PAINT(BLUE PAINT)? Is one of them notbeing able to rememberwhich director it was who said,regarding violence in his movies, THAT’S NOTBLOOD; THAT’S RED? Is one of themreturning from the dead? Strollingback into the world, I felt like the movies:Julia Roberts in PRETTY WOMAN,decked out and making her beelinefor the boutique that declined to serve her:BIG MISTAKE. BIG. HUGE. The mulberrysilk. The gold brocade. Is oneof them they could’ve had it made.
Remember My Decision for One Day
Oh sure, keep referring to oxygenationof the planet as…
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The American Poetry Review (Digital) - 1 Issue, March/April 2024