a week
after putting together another book of rain poems I saw Ivor Francis deliver a rain sonnet to
John Ericson in “Alien Zone.” at the moment it happend I knew that once again a
snippet of film had become part of my evolutionary development.
this has
been going on my entire life. if what I
record in Alex in Movieland is my actual history this collection of film
fragments is a sort of parallel history. many of these moments are quick &
some are of dubious cinematic quality. some of these moments have power only
when they happen. I can remember a moment & upon seeing it again wonder why
it was so important to me. others can be
seen & enjoyd viewing after viewing.
this other
is a slippery history which I can’t pass on.
I don’t know when I became aware of it.
& it has no chart. it simply swims in my blood.
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