{"id":3691,"date":"2013-03-12T02:23:59","date_gmt":"2013-03-12T02:23:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/?p=3691"},"modified":"2013-03-12T02:23:59","modified_gmt":"2013-03-12T02:23:59","slug":"pornography-by-frederic-levesque","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2013\/03\/12\/pornography-by-frederic-levesque\/","title":{"rendered":"Pornography by Frederic Levesque"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Pornography<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nLike in every torture chamber<br \/>\nYou have to wonder<br \/>\nHow you got there. Every<br \/>\nPeripatetic resident of<br \/>\nThis greenbrown world<br \/>\nKnows that<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nEven in a classic car<br \/>\nDriving through painted<br \/>\nBackdrops of artful sunsets<br \/>\nAnd bad apple summers<br \/>\nYou have to look back<br \/>\nAt the pillars of salt<br \/>\nAt the empty bottles<br \/>\nBehind<br \/>\nSome in the sea, some in the corners<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nSometimes it\u2019s just like<br \/>\nPiercing your skin<br \/>\nWith bright colored push-pins<br \/>\nAs if to say<br \/>\nThere and there and there<br \/>\nAnd unfortunately<br \/>\nWhy and why and why<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n(some invisible hand is turning the wheel<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; is tightening the chains)<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nSome dead poet said<br \/>\nA shoestring breaking<br \/>\nDrives you to madness<br \/>\nNot war<br \/>\nNot disease<br \/>\nNot poverty<br \/>\nNot the torture<br \/>\nThe shoestring snapping<br \/>\nThe shoestring theory of the universe<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nAt any crossroad you have to<br \/>\nDig deep and ask the devil<br \/>\nThe big hard question<br \/>\n\u201cDid I do this or did you?\u201d<br \/>\nbut never ask why<br \/>\nif you take anything from this<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;it\u2019s gotta be that<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nWhen you wake up seemingly<br \/>\nFrom the pure black<br \/>\nAnd all signs lead to a dirty blonde<br \/>\nWith shoulder blades moving like a vulture<br \/>\nWhose intentions to cut her wrist before breakfast<br \/>\nSink<br \/>\nYou have no answers for anyone<br \/>\nSo you replay it<br \/>\nMoans like studio recording<br \/>\nCut action cut<br \/>\nFade out<br \/>\nAnd then politely try to say goodbye<br \/>\nBut you have no voice<br \/>\nSo you smile and wave<br \/>\nBurn the sheets, sit inside and pray<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\ncompress this scene inside yourself<br \/>\nAnd lock it twice<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nGather up a million<br \/>\nBeautiful people<br \/>\nDress them in pearls<br \/>\nAnd black suits<br \/>\nAnd take them to the river<br \/>\nLet them stand in it<br \/>\nLet them stop its course<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nFlood the world with them<br \/>\nAnd float away somewhere clean and crisp<br \/>\nTo rewrite the world<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nLeave nothing out this time.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nWatch a six minute video<br \/>\nGirl on guy on girl on guy<br \/>\nAnd eat something to fight off guilt<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nTry to match the sun today<br \/>\nAnd remember it\u2019s<br \/>\nA dying star<br \/>\nShake off the presence<br \/>\nof some prior life<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nPeople are just making a living<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n__________________________________________<br \/>\n<strong>Frederic Levesque<\/strong> is originally from Montreal, Canada but now lives in Key West, FL,  god-knows-not-why. He&#8217;s been published in<em> Stillpoint<\/em> and <em>The Stray Dog Almanac<\/em>. He doesn&#8217;t like writing about himself (in the third person that is).<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Pornography &nbsp; &nbsp; Like in every torture chamber You have to wonder How you got there. Every Peripatetic resident of This greenbrown world Knows that &nbsp; Even in a classic car Driving through painted Backdrops of artful sunsets And bad apple summers You have to look back At the pillars of salt At the empty [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3691","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-things"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3691","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3691"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3691\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3691"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3691"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3691"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}