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3 things about Terrence Davies’ BENEDICTION

Posted on May 16, 2022 by robchristopher

Benediction [2021] 1. His mother asks him, “Is he another of your pretty young men?” 2. A lifeless battlefield intrudes upon the hearth. 3. Distinctive purple scarf.

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INARTICULATENESS: a poem about Luis Buñuel

Posted on October 22, 2017 by robchristopher

INARTICULATENESS Buñuel sat day after day outside. Smoking cigarettes, one following another. Shot after shot of espresso. Quietly waiting for the ideas to come. Coming, as he did, from the cafe society of Barcelona, he had little use for Los … Continue reading →

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3 things about Terence Davies’ A QUIET PASSION

Posted on July 14, 2017 by robchristopher

A Quiet Passion [2016] 1. “You are alone in your rebellion, Miss Dickinson.” 2. The sound of her breathing as she awaits his response. 3. Two shovels and a pick planted in a mound of dirt beside the gravesite.

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October 31 haiku.

Posted on October 31, 2014 by robchristopher

And finally my Winter coat comes out of the Closet, crestfallen

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October 30 haiku.

Posted on October 30, 2014 by robchristopher

Our parents haven’t Driven the stake through the heart Of the obsolete

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October 29 haiku.

Posted on October 29, 2014 by robchristopher

Assaulted by a vile stench of pumpkin I flee The empty cafe

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October 28 haiku.

Posted on October 28, 2014 by robchristopher

2 kids 6 and 8 “Have you ever met my wife?” And once we were kids

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Turtles.

Posted on October 27, 2014 by robchristopher

TURTLES can only be seen at 4 o’clock in the morning in the city of Los Angeles, the hour (as Camus observed) when all the people are fast asleep. Nature whispers: yes, really, I’m still here. And the turtles come … Continue reading →

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October 27 haiku.

Posted on October 27, 2014 by robchristopher

Impossible to Tell whether the woman is Awake or asleep

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October 26 haiku.

Posted on October 26, 2014 by robchristopher

Grooved wooden floor tongues Parallel lines run wall to Wall then disappear

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