In my extensive Internet perusing during the week (speaking of, does this speak to anyone else?: http://xkcd.com/214/), I discovered an upcoming wonderfully poetic movie.
It’s called… SYNECDOCHE, New York. You know, like the figure of speech. It’s about a theatre director who tries to create a life-size (!) replica of New York City in a studio.
More good things:
1) It stars Philip Seymour Hoffman. Didn’t see “Capote”? Go watch it. Now.
2) It is written and directed by Charlie Kaufman, who also wrote “Adaptation” and “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.” I think a field trip is in order when this opens.
And, while trying to choose a poem to read for Friday, I started thinking about the role of belching in poems (see blog name). Mostly because I was considering reading A.R. Ammons’s “He Held Radical Light,” which ends as so:
he ate, / burped, said he was like any one / of us: demanded he / was like any one of us.
Does anyone else know poems that contain burping, belching, or anything else of the sort?
When does that film come out? I’m up for that film trip. Charlie Kaufman rules!
Don’t know of any poems off the top of my head that feature burping in them. What a strange question. I think someone burps at the end of Ashbery’s “Grand Galop.” Start there. Someone also vomits in that poem. Puuaaaaggggh. Vomit. Puaaaggggghhhhh. More vomit.