“If his songs were allowed to exist in the world—so simply written, so profoundly beautiful —surely there was room for other good, decent things, too.”
One afternoon at a bus stop in Ruston, Louisiana we picked up a single passenger, a huge man in a dirty plaid shirt, grease-stained khakis, and unlaced boots covered in mud.
lips two wild pulsing fish
swift bubbles of nothing
moaned into the air’s
This was not the burning of witches or heretics
but the burning of a continent
I felt the manic bird
of her heartbeat flutter into my throat,
her unfinished nerves sparking and misfiring,
the tiny wings of her blood rushing in and out.
About this short film, Gail Langstroth writes: One hot, summer afternoon in New York City, the poet Anne Marie Macari and I met at the Bouchon Café, Time Warner Center, … Continue reading
Issues of politics, gentrification, community and epistemology subtly collide in Humes’s evocative and assured short film, Liberty, which has won awards at Berlin, SXSW and the Miami Film Festival.