Last Year at Marienbad
These people need their architecture. To watch the silverware clatter upon its marble floor. A fresh deck of cards spitting itself against the tabletop. Target shooting inside a corridor.
These people need reconstruction & denial, the act of strutting onto the balcony into a swarm of cocktails. Pine trees in the garden shaved down to knee-high pyramids.
They die like swans in bedsheets. Each stillness framed by a door.
To need a vast room, ajar. They crave a solitary act of rebellion, but only achieve it through contortion, falsification of rebelling against what one has requested and paid for in full.
Stiletto echoes, these non-committal memories click towards you, mixed with sentiment. Where the men are persistent & inadequate. So the women are persistent about something else.
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Chris Tonnelli's new chapbook is out with Brave Men Press. I've been reading poems from No Theater in different journals, so I'm especially excited to read the series all together:
Buy it at : http://bravemenpress.com/
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One Friday afternoon, after like five hours of morning classes, I watched this with my undergrad experimental writing class. It was the longest day of my life. I found out where all the 80s perfume commercials came from. I'm glad that baroque chamber piece is a part of my mental furniture though.
just started reading sontag's against interpretation and other essays yesterday, she briefly mentions marienbad in the title essay. this book has already been a source of two coincidences.
dan, you are so right about the perfume ads! Although I think they still persist today, not just the 80s.
Ah. I can no longer know, since I still have antannae TV. It's all Poltergeist channel, or nothing.
DOG PICTURES!
that movie is the friggin' best. we saw it on the big screen at film forum last summer.
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