American Gigolo (Paul Schrader, 1980)
A. Van Jordan
The shirts folded; the ties rolled; /
the suits hung in descending, mono- /
chromatic earth tones; shoes /
horned and shined; and the selection of the right / ...
Category:Poetry
The Mack (Michael Campus, 1973)
A. Van Jordan
Whether a little boy who grows /
into a pimp, or a young girl who / ...
Old Boy (Park Chan-Wook, 2003)
A. Van Jordan
If one rainy night you find yourself /
leaving a phone booth and you meet a man /
with a lavender umbrella, resist /
your curiosity to follow him, to seek / ...
Washington Square Park
Peter Maltzan
A homeless man asks me /
What I am doing with my life. /
The only explanation /
I can come up with is this: /
Fate is a Virtue
By Peter Maltzan
Where should you be? You might as well ask when, /
And sing with echoes from a World War trench: /
‘We’re here because we’re here because we’re here.’
Poems
Ailbhe Ní Ghearbhuigh
You were driving by the sea /
in the dream, /
explaining your regret, /
why you led us not into temptation. / ...
Poems
Gerard Smyth
I tried to smile while she plucked /
the old bandage from the red line of hurt /
where the scalpel did its abrasive work /
and the yellowing bruise / ...
Poems
John Walsh
I met Emily Dickinson down on Grafton Street. /
On a Saturday afternoon, there was hardly room /
to sneeze. When I first saw her, I was fascinated /
by her hair, tied back in a bun. I just stood / ...
Poems
Val Nolan
Before the by-pass /
This had been the by-pass. /
Fields of sick conifers. Tender verges. /
Black birds hacking at a multitude / ...
Poems
Paul McMahon
She put her small nose, pierced with a pearl, /
To the open gramophone of the flowers, /
One then the other, breathing both in, /
Before getting up and walking casually / ...