Tuesday, April 06, 2010

Elisa Gabbert / Chris Tonelli / Eels


Chris Tonelli, The Trees Around
Elisa Gabbert, The French Exit

Poem with Diorama
Elisa Gabbert

What are you looking at, dog.
OK, I don’t belong in the park,

with nature: I’m not enough rich,
not enough poor; the fluff from a tree

makes my heart sore. I’m not crazy.
I just prefer the feminine remove

of a reproduction, of a living room—
the miniature texts exquisitely real,

if you had the means to read them.
Tiny poison in the wallpaper

in theory would eventually kill you.
Did you know fruit flies can have sex

for twenty minutes? That’s like half
their lifespan. There’s a couple going at it

on the parquet floor. The future
of the species depends on it. Unless

they’re just writhing in death throes—
hard to tell at this size. Either way

I’m not traumatized.


Eels, Electro-Shock Blues
Eels, End Times

Cancer for the Cure


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