ANTONIONI

(’07) Wrote this tribute when the director died.

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“La Notte”
fell on
“L’Avventura.”

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PEDO FILE

(’07)

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– Forgive me father,
for I have sinned…

– My name? José…
nine –
my mother likes my eyes too…

– Touch me?
where? I dunno,
my mother said…

– Father!
what are you doing?
please… don’t,
no father, it hurts…

– OK, I promise,
I won’t tell anyone,
no, I don’t want to go to hell…

– I’ll keep it a secret
the rest of my life.

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WILD LIFE

(’79 – ’80)

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-It’s a jungle out there,
within.

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CHARLES

(’80 – ’81) To Charles Bukowski.

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– Charles is more into gritty than nitty,,,
is known is brush his teeth with beer,
did hard time behind post office bars.

– Born in Germany,
translated into Swahili…
McKuen once mailed some poems
from his window,,,
second class.

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IN SEARCH OF %&@#%!

(’95 – ’18)

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– Went looking for %&@#%!…
looked everywhere,
within myself, even beyond,
but no %&@#%!,,,
still I tried///

– “%&@#%! %&@#%!”
I shouted…
“%&@#%! %&@#%!”
a faint echo could be heard.

– I knew that if I never
stopped looking,
there was always a chance
of finding %&@#%! somewhere.

– I lit candles & prayed
for %&@#%! to appear
or give me a sign,
but %&@#%! did not appear —
did not give me a sign.

– I knew that %&@#%! acted
in mysterious ways,
so I persisted…
“Come to me, or let me
come to you,” I implored.
Nothing. Not even an echo.

– It’s been a long time,,,
I still wait…
I know I shall hear from %&@#%!,
perhaps on a bright summer day,
or on a stormy afternoon,
when the clutter in the house
is in harmony with the sound of rain
falling into buckets.

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