FILM HEAD
after Robert Altman
Self-conscious merging traffic
through a Movieola's dissonant
sprocket-feed envisions a few
missing martyrs in a drug war
in Juarez. The border town is
trucker groan: cars and kidnapped
girls obscured by freeway rain.
Private imaginations are where grief
visits. And the sound is amazing in
the way the water dance an eaves
spout makes as it mixes with
Annie Ross
singing Farmer's Market really becomes
its own damp counterpoint. So we listen
to the sprockets as poverty nibbles in our
pockets. All the while all these radiated
angels madonna the hair of whores,
and, as we matador strange bulls, they
congregate inside our skulls with a cast
of thousands. Whatever will be perceived
is a nihilist dissent in metaphoric dissolve
without mercy. It would seem
as it is now
under queasy moonlight: a veiled attempt
to drown us ugly ducklings in the drear
blasphemous lake of very rich and utterly
whistling swans.
Michael C Ford is driven! sometimes we see him crossing the divider, crashing over a cliff, plunging into Rattlesnake Canyon, as the cameras roll.
-Edward Field (author of Stand up Friend With Me)
One salient feature of Ford's most recent title is that "the woman" whose star subjectively depicted on the front cover art is Chase Masterson: a luminous cast member of the continuing Star Trek legend: Deep Space Nine. This inspired the 1stedition published in Chicago by Pitchfork Press to earn considerable marketing, which leads us into our production of this 2nd printing. As was the Pulitzer Prize winning poet Carolyn Kizer's title: Pro Femina, this volume is in a chapbook format.
-The publishers at Ion Drive
Ford's Chicago savvy love of Dream Land Hollywood's lost glory radiates a nostalgic pulse that moves through these poems like a burgundy cruiser taking Sunset Boulevard. You just have to relax, take in the emotional turf, enjoy the smoothness.
-Wanda Coleman (author of Heavy Daughter's Blues)
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