excerpt: Color by Numbers (The Landscape Set)
The deer droppings are here and the rooster’s
memory of its birth is here too.
They glisten, pink, as if they are adescribed
in a dumb kid’s science report or a poem.
In the corner, the moon removes
its glow in the dark condom.
Cowboys make the best presidents,
the billboard declares. Not being a ghost myself,
I believe it when I hear the color orange contains
the chewed gum of only the happiest children
Two toddlers lick powdered candy by the aqua
painted swimming pool. I wish I was one of those
purple bikini ladies who read magazines
about difficult sex positions while their children
smash into each other in the wading pool.
Instead, I am the number three around the white
unpainted space above the head of the tall
teenager who lingers on the ladder to the high dive.
She’s thinking again about how
it’s possible to think about not thinking.
This blue may as well be the final arbiter of summer.
You’d have to be a virgin to care where it ends.
Joanna Fuhrman is the author of two books of poems: Freud in Brooklyn (Hanging Loose 2000), and Ugh Ugh Ocean (forthcoming, spring 2003). She is the Monday night readings coordinator for the Poetry Project at Saint Mark’s Church.
Body MemoryBy Emireth Herrera Valdés
FEB 2023 | ArtSeen
GHOSTMACHINEs inaugural group exhibition, Body Memory, features Bianca Abdi-Boragi, Nicki Cherry, Kyoko Hamaguchi, Calli Roche, and Yvonne Shortt. Their works range in medium, and address the concept of the body from different perspectives. They include examinations of trauma, gestures, values, and physical experiences.
Lytle Shaws New Grounds for Dutch Landscape
MAY 2022 | Art
Lytle Shaws engrossing New Grounds for Dutch Landscape is a poetic revision of no less than two centuries of in-gazing art history. On the occasion of the books publication, the Rail has commissioned exchanges with some of Shaws interested readers.
Aaron Angello’s The Fact of Memory
MAY 2022 | Books
Aaron Angello’s new collection of lyric essays, The Fact of Memory, is the result of a daily practice stemming over some four months. It consists of one short meditation for every word in Shakespeare’s twenty-ninth sonnet (“When, in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes”), written every morning for 114 consecutive days. Alongside its emphasis on structure, Angello’s collection revels in the gap: the open space without a railing, the leap readers must make on their own, without the help of explication or transition.
The Birth of Music out of the Spirit of Critical Idolatry?By Seth Brodsky
DEC 21-JAN 22 | Critics Page
Sounding the idolswait, isnt this what music already does? What music is? Everything music touchesand it touches everythingseems to appear after the fact as having been an idol, or at least idol-like: hollow, silent, still. A drum, a mouth, a score for sure. A room, a premise. Maybe images above all? None dead, none even all that mute, and yet music, once it arrives on the scene, makes them seem as if they had been dead and mute, refuges for a kind of unearned authority. No idols without unearned authority.