Dear Andy,
Keeping busy, I guess. Tonight I edited four student videos for their Spanish classes. One of which is prizeworthy in showing what an hour of shooting and an hour of editing can come up with. What I’m excited about is a project for this weekend: Two trailers for books from the upcoming Green Lantern Press (see link below, I’m too tired to make a link).
The best part, tonight, after remembering that it is the 31st, was when a student handed me what he said was a poem. It was long, and prosy and broken up only into paragraphs. I was scanning along and came across a description of some sort of children’s car (probably some updated version of the metal-death-trap fire-engines we had in the 70s).
Anyway the kid had written something like “shiny red metal…” just like that. And of course I immediately pushed him away from his computer and tried to load the American Poets page for William Carlos Williams. Of course, that didn’t work because the computer he was using was a Dell and had Internet Explorer 6 and is all behind a cripplingly slow firewall sniffing out porn and “violence” and whatever else is poisoning our youth.
So I spun his chair to my Mac and showed him Williams’
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
“What? I don’t get it.”
And the words that you would have had came to me, who has still not read Paterson. “You see. He says it right there. ‘So much depends…’ And then he makes important notice of things: the red. Not just any wheelbarrow. Glazed with rain, not just wet.”
At midnight (isn’t that perfect, man? Just between the day of the dead and the living?) I drove home and plugged in my iPod. I had recently been listining (all coincidentally) to the many versions of “Heroin”, looking for a suitably depressing noise for the trailer. The song that I hit on for the two minute drive was Magnetic Fields’ “I’m Sorry That I Love You.”
Goodnight brother. I’m not sorry, and I’ll never be sad. Ever.
-Bill
P.S. Oh, yeah. America’s gone all to hell. And there’s nothing good on TV.
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