By James Franco
The debut poetry assortment by means of the actor, director, and author James Franco
I'm a nocturnal creature,
And I'm right here to cheat time.
You can see time and exhaustion
Taking pay from my face -
In fifty years
My sleep could be death,
I'll cross just like the rest,
But I'll have played
All the video games and all of the roles.
- from "Nocturnal"
"There's by no means been a booklet fairly like this. Hollywood - reputation, star, the promise of turning into an artist - is the beast at its heart. Franco understands it like Melville understands whaling. Hollywood during this publication devours its younger. enthusiastic about myths approximately its personal prior, it may be survived basically by way of discovering a vantage element that isn't Hollywood. daring but refined, fearless but disarming, Franco has made a booklet you'll by no means forget." - Frank Bidart
"A star-studded forged strikes like ghosts around the display of James Franco's poetic realization, imbuing the writing with scenes of icons who're additionally people replete with sorrow and presence in our personal psyches. James Dean, Monica Vitti, Catherine Deneuve, Sal Mineo, Heath Ledger, move and fade. the writer has an excellent self-reflexive insouciance approximately his personal reputation and roles inhabited, from Hart Crane to Allen Ginsberg to Harvey Milk's lover. Franco is a talented modern Renaissance form of man, surveying the waterfront of phantasm, agony, and impermanance. We depart the movie show a bit wiser." - Anne Waldman
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cage, the skyline is dotted with vultures;
Benny ultimately received off the stuff and Betty now has a job
as a waitress; and
the chimney sweep was once fairly smooth as he
giggled up via the
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not anything as a massive claw ate at my
belly whereas the interior of my head felt
ethereal as though i used to be approximately to go
it's no longer a lot that not anything means
whatever yet extra that it retains meaning
there's no unencumber, simply specialists and self-
appointed gods and hucksters.
the extra humans say, the fewer there's to say.
even the simplest books are dry sawdust.
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Page 28 The Gravest of Wishful Thinking Even before Marnie came through the door crying Greg Greg we've got an emergency and adrenaline knocked me out of that peace that comes from leaning over the cheap yellow paper and kicked me up the stairs in a panic of possibilities, even before I saw the fright in her face, the blood, tears, and screams disfiguring the face of our young son, his free hand opening and closing rapidly in pain, even before I blurted Oh God what and the panic in my voice caused his screams to increase and her voice to assume an even tone, even before I saw the bloodstains on her blouse shaped like the unruly, hallucinatory continents of early explorers, and I took a breath and grabbed a towel, the blood began to slow, the wound to heal.
Page 19 PART TWO IN THE BIRTHING ROOM Page 21 Morning of the First Birth She wakes before dawn, not quite alone in an upstairs room of a blue house, and breathes out the apprehensions and in the hopes of that house above the braided channels of the river moving through the valley between the abruptly rising Bitterroot range and the rounded, hilly shapes of the Sapphires. She feels a dampness beneath her on the sheets and begins to suppose. She has come down the stairs and stands beside the bed where he lies on his right side curled in a sleeping bag.
He shook his head and blinked his eyes. They rolled me, he said, and he took me by the arm and urged me to come with him into the alley. With one arm I helped support him, and together Page 73 we staggered around the corner into the alley out of which, a few moments before, I had seen him run. I peered into the shadows for some movement or dark shape of a figure waiting in ambush. He urged me again to go with him, and though he said nothing, I knew he was looking for something. I found a pair of dark glasses near an overturned garbage can, and a few steps farther by a Dumpster, I found a fifty-dollar bill lying on the gravel.