It snowed tonight. I forgot about the reflective glow of the snow at night under the street lamps, and even where there are no lights, the air illumined by that eerie rusty orange light, as if I were on Mars if Mars had an atmosphere that could support life, a sky with clouds that catch and bounce the lamps, the pollutants, the sulphuric light.
In other news, I finished “The Metamorphosis Treatise,” an old title recycled for this new poetic essay meditation on Kafka’s famous story. I have placed it as preface to my manuscript Skin Shift and hope it does to set-up those poems the way the “Pear Poetics Preface” set-up the poems in Pear Slip. It just didn’t seem right to not have any mention of Kafka in a project obsessed with post-modern transformations and skin-shifting.