Let me say that love will not
let me alone. If it has let you alone, go back
and find it where you hid it under a scrim
how I could one day live in New York City
with half my mind in a flame-like state
of absolute intensity
A pop-up wilderness west of the Piedmont,
folded land of sudden impediments
scored by creeks and runs
They tell me it is okay to dance
to this music as we all should
be very modern religious Jews
who need to bust the most modern moves.
There is nothing like the righteous anger of a true New Yorker.
Narrated by Tom Waits, the film chronicles the last expedition of Captain Millipede and his crew to harvest the milk seeping from the moon’s craters. (13 minutes)
I want to apologize for walking in
When the dog was licking
Your bald head as you lay
On the couch drinking rum
Straight from the bottle…
Now with great ease, and slow,
The thumb, the finger, the strong
Delicate hand plucks the long
String it was born to know.
There aren’t many like him anymore, the handy, soft-spoken old ones, who still know how to farm, how to raise up a house you can live in, how to still-hunt a whitetail.