April 9, 2007: Publication Date, Franz Wright
Publication Date
Franz Wright
One of the few pleasures of writing
is the thought of one’s book in the hands of a kindhearted
intelligent person somewhere. I can’t remember what the others
are right now.
I just noticed that it is my own private
National I Hate Myself and Want to Die Day
(which means the next day I will love my life
and want to live forever). The forecast calls
for a cold night in Boston all morning
and all afternoon. They say
tomorrow will be just like today,
only different. I’m in the cemetery now
at the edge of town, how did I get here?
A sparrow limps past on its little bone crutch saying
I am Federico García Lorca
risen from the dead —
literature will lose, sunlight will win, don’t worry.
More like this:
My Place, Franz Wright
The Street, Franz Wright
A Supermarket in California, Allen Ginsberg
A year ago: Living in the Body, Joyce Sutphen
Two years ago: Aberration (The Hubble Space Telescope before repair), Rebecca Elson
