Reiterated outposts of your
several selves, lost or forgot, or
going on without you, this pressed trail or
stacked askew in your way, all that paper
for a little ink and blood, not to be
saying things unsaid, such humid
oppression, the past that felt already
past at the time, the words wasted on work
that wasted you, how you pay its long bill,
how you try to make a past of the way
for lack of a sequel it wracks you now.
In ten parts: 1. Jesus is on our TV! 2. Up close 3. After intermission, joyous horns 4. And tweeting! 5. The Pilate Show 6. Whereas, Jesus. 7. Gathering 8. Here comes Judas. 9. Even in this trumped-up Jesusland 10. If this is love
1. Jesus is on our TV!
A sleek, slow-moving, gliding movie Jesus looking now like an El Greco Jesus, then–declaiming atop a spaceship-shaped boulder—a rather Rio de Janeiro Jesus, then the Byzantine icon look, and otherwise other things. In other words, just about every possible Jesus. Except the Jesus in the bible your mother gave me, the one your pothead friend tried to tear a page out of when he ran out of rolling papers.
Movie-TV Jesus has followers who, well, are always following him, an excessive kind of following, like you worry if he suddenly stops they’re gonna Continue reading
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