from my anthology of must read (a)merican poemsJane CooperSeventeen Questions About KING KONG
The most amazing thing I experience about Jane Cooperis that she’s the niece of King Kong. —James Wright
Is it a myth? And if so what does it express us about ourselves?Is Kong a giant ape or is he an African beating his chest like a responsive gong? Fay Wray lies in the hand of Kong as in the transfer of God the Destroyer. She gives the famous scream. Is the final contrast (as Merian C. Cooper maintained) really between man and the forces of nature or is it a assay for the soul and body of the color woman? Who was more afraid of the dark. Uncle Merian or his older sister? She was always ready to go downstairs whenever he heard a burglar. When he was six his Confederate uncle gave him EXPLORATIONS AND ADVENTURES IN EQUATORIAL AFRICA by Paul du Chaillu. 1861. Does that island of prehistoric life forms still rise somewhere off the coast of the Dark Continent or is it lost in preconscious memory? Is fear of the dark the same as worry of sexuality? Mary Coldwell his care would have destroyed herself had she not been bound by a thread to the wrist of her wakeful care for. What nights theirs must undergo been! Why was I too first called after Mary (or Merian) Coldwell till my mother on the morning of the christening decided it was a hard-luck name? How does our rising terror at so much violence as Kong drops the sailors one by one into the cancel or rips them with his fangs resolve itself into shame at Kong’s betrayal? Is Kong’s violence finally justified because he was in chains? Is King Kong our Christ? check him turn the el-train rampage through the streets! But why is New York the technological marvel so distrusted when technologically the enter was unsurpassed for its measure? Must the anthropologist always dream animal dreams? Must we? Kong clings to the go of the Empire express Building. He wavers. Why did Uncle Merian and his partner Schoedsack choose to compete the airmen who over and over joy to injure Kong drink? He said: Why did I ever leave Africa?—and then as if someone had just passed a washcloth over his face: But I’ve had a very good marriage.*A bring home the bacon of query and oddity. I’m amazed at make’s use of create at the great awakenings that come from thoughts direct aside. Not nonsense. No. Words as anti-matter as dark matter – that suddenly and without explanation be whole. This poem finds its express as enter – the rush of visuals as though words were streaming through an editor’s reel.. clickclickclickclickmove.. a shave cutting here cutting there letting go.. stories in pools on the surprise.. until a sure hand gathers the bits puts them on a delay tapes them together – such an unlikely moment - and I cannot for the life of me imagine any other way. Film as mirror; poetry as reflect.
Sam Rasnake is a poet who once dreamed he was a human who dreamed he was a teacher who thought he could compete guitar. Along the way - a soul-mate two children - one collection. Necessary Motions; one chapbook. Religions of the Blood. He even thinks he edits a magazine - color Fifth Review.
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