luminous work -- laylage courie

I make things from words. Poetry, sound, theater, collage.

Brooklyn, NY USA

i make things from words.  things that intend towards light.  here is that round box from the attic.  inside, letters, photographs, unlabeled cassette tapes.  some embossed invitations to my imaginative parties, which are select and increasingly irregular.  like you, i grow old.  i keep my hands busy and my mind occupied.  if it would be better to hold something in your hands other than a machine send me a message and i will send you something real.

intimate things incoming

June 17, 2023  /  laylage

Last week several things happened.

A dangerous smoke the color of dusty, transluscent cantaloupe, floated over New York, product of the Canadian wildfires.

looking west towards the Hudson River through terribly hazardous orange smoke.

Meanwhile, this package arrived:

Inside, was a book:

Look. It has my name on it.

Intimate Things is a dialogue/soliloquy/essay of mystical eroticism about Heloise and Abelard. It questions passion and invokes god—at the top of the Empire State Building no less.

Soon, this book, published by Lazuli Press as part of a reading series that curates contemporary writing with the giants that have come before (Intimate Things is presented with some Donne, Hopkins, Aphra Behn, Yeats….the audacity!!) will be available at a bookstore near you.

At the same time, a song (Heloise’s song) and video, both from the book, will be released into the streaming-verse.

I can’t wait.

a negroni that is orange but not toxic orange, held up to a green world

a delightful transluscent orange held up to the light. only hazardous if consumed in quantity.

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categories / new work, publication
tags / poetry, intimatethings

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