By James Franco
The debut poetry assortment by way of the actor, director, and author James Franco
I'm a nocturnal creature,
And I'm the following 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 the entire roles.
- from "Nocturnal"
"There's by no means been a ebook relatively like this. Hollywood - status, big name, the promise of turning into an artist - is the beast at its middle. Franco is aware it like Melville is familiar with whaling. Hollywood during this e-book devours its younger. captivated with myths approximately its personal prior, it may be survived merely by means of discovering a vantage element that isn't Hollywood. daring but sophisticated, fearless but disarming, Franco has made a publication you'll by no means forget." - Frank Bidart
"A star-studded solid strikes like ghosts around the reveal of James Franco's poetic awareness, 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, go and fade. the writer has an excellent self-reflexive insouciance approximately his personal repute 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, affliction, and impermanance. We depart the movie show a bit wiser." - Anne Waldman
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Suppose I present him to the sky. Suppose for three nights in a row I think of him Spread naked against the stars. And I follow Every line of his body with my eyes, from one foot Up the thigh, the striations of the belly, Throat, head, down the other side, filling in The triangle of the groin, over and over Thinking, "Shielded, shielded. " Would it make a difference, Like immersing him in a beneficent river, Every pore protected ? I can believe in the energy of wishing. How the body must engender electricity for the speech, The chemistry of concentration in the pitch of the voice.
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The notion Of the vast will not ignore the arm swinging In motion from the shoulder or the fingers Clasped together in alternation. And when the infant, for the first time, Turns his body over completely, think What an enormous revelation in the brain Must be forced, at that moment, to right itself. 50 THE MAN HIDDEN BEHIND THE DRAPES When I entered the room and turned on the hghts, There were his feet bare beneath the edge Of the drapenes, his tendons flexed, the bony Diamonds of his ankles shadowed If I'd seen His face I might have laughed Remember the naked feet of Chnst seen so often, Washed, kissed, dned m women's hau, Or crossed and bleedmg, pm10ned Like butterfly wmgs 7 When I opened the door, There were his feet below the drapes, as qmet As If they lounged beneath a fme robe Headlights Movmg slowly up the dnve at this pomt Would have fully exposed his nude body m the wmdow, His buttocks tensed, his face turned toward the glare For that moment, then disappeanng agam mto the darkness An artist might have pictured snow on the lawn And a moon and a child lookmg out from the house Across the way, watchmg the figure behmd the glass, The white panes across his back, his hands reachmg For the partmg m the curtams When I entered the room the hght spread fmt In a rectangle straight across the floor to his feet, His toes squeezmg under m a cnppled kmd of gnppmg Someone watchmg from the end of the hall behmd me Would have seen my body framed m the hght of the doorway And beyond me the wall of the drapes Understand the particular axis at which he stood In the visiOn of each different beholder, the multiple Coordmates of hour and posltlon and place comodmg Wtth the gnds of hght and sound and precedmg 51 Interpretations.