Cannes 2011 #2: Making things happen

by Ryland Walker Knight

So far, so sweaty. Or, thank heavens we have a clothesline outside our kitchen window. Without providing any real content, let me remind you that you should check in with this dedicated blog at Cargo's website for my more or less long-form coverage the festival. My first missive, about the new Woody Allen movie, which I liked, is up. Early Thursday morning, I saw We Need To Talk About Kevin, Lynne Ramsay's newest, the one we've been waiting for since 2002 or 2003, and it's got chops like her other work, but I'll save my more potent/cogent thoughts for another Cargo blog. If you follow me on twitter you can get more immediate, though maybe cryptic, takes as I find wifi post-screenings. And, oh yeah, Danny and I will have some moving images at The Notebook in due time. Never fear: there will be updates.

[Note: I thought I posted something yesterday but it seems to have disappeared; the text above has been changed. Bonus, maybe: here I am, drinking some good whiskey.]

Convergence for your mind drips (1/19/10)

by Ryland Walker Knight

—deadbeat summer smack center in winter

Make a deal with your shine blocker.

by Ryland Walker Knight

A legend
a.
It doesn't hurt me
We block back the dark, moony
Dedicate, hound

b.
All the men she knew
None were fair or true
So she ran away and up
And up past the board blue

c.
Dance and flight and plain naked
alone, one's own property
purposed to light, to home, but not
done with that flipp'd flicker's flapp'n
all wind, wind post'd by you
who will not cannot shall not
sit still
in any calendar.