(C) Text and Images 2015 by Metta Anderson All Rights Reserved
The following six poems and five photos form a small book that I put together recently. It’s an experiment for me because I’ve only thought about doing this but was afraid to try.
The book itself is handmade–accordian pleat spine holding the front and back covers (Fabriano 600 gr). The poems inside are typed on cream-colored Kimberly because computers require the installation of a very expensive program (Adobe’s “In Design” or similar) before allowing poets to create a layout that fits the work. The photos are digitally printed from my negatives only because I do not have money to buy the chemicals to make my own prints. I hope to remedy this in the future.
Because of economic limitations, I’m publishing the book in sections–two poems and a photo today; more next week. I’m following the book’s layout so, by the time it’s complete, it will be in reverse order. Sorry about that. But feel free to re-arrange the order when everything’s published.
hóla percussive prince I see you hear you feel you again All those bongos and congas and animal hide tambores talking at once talking to me about you You talking to me again And me seeing you again in black and white in Juan Valdez some night drinking tinto ¿espresso? smoking watching And me watching you through a viewfinder like before And you know it play to it love it While the camera and I love you back in black and white forever. (C) 17 september 2013
COCAINE Z Ludwigs and Marlboros and I'm gone. Druggies and junkies know grass and coke and horse and the pleasures derived thereof. With me it's you and the unknown pleasures thereof. One whiff one snort one look at your hands on the drums or wrapped on the sticks and I'm gone And I'm so supercharged high I'm not here anymore And I don't want to be either. I'm lost in you Cocaine Z And I want to stay that way. 24 September 1994