I’m reading John Keene’s Punks: New & Selected Poems. Slowly. A poem a day. Sometimes, a poem every few days. I am still in the first section, Playland, a loving, tender mapping of gay living in an earlier period. Poems are named for bars and cities and streets, spaces of pleasurable tension and sociality. Flirting is social and playful, seduction mutual and consensual. The pace is meditative, rather than frenzied. It has the richness of memory, even of nostalgia. I do not think nostalgia is a bad word.
beautiful. his work and yours.