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Thursday, May 05, 2005
Love Life
Mario's new poetry book Love Life is now available! He had a poetry reading on Saturday in White Salmon to celebrate National Poetry Month (along with two other people). We had a great time. After the three poets finished, it was open mike and several other people got up to read, including a 10-year-old girl who read a very sophisticated poem she had written about love, the beloved, and death. I read "Rose Red and Snow White." (It's a great poem to read aloud.)
Mario read from all three of his poetry books, Fantasy Life, Animal Life, and Love Life. He had the crowd with him all the way. They seemed to especially like the Love Life poems, perhaps because they were a bit more personal. (I loved them all. He's a fabulous poet.) Afterward, the 10-year old girl's mother bought Love Life for her two girls. The younger girl opened up the book to one of the poems Mario had read called "Choosing Sides," which is about a fight his parents had when he was a boy. A tiny blond-haired girl stood holding this red book with a heart on the cover, reading Mario's words about battling parents. For some reason, this was quite touching.
Here's one of the poems from the new collection:
Photo By Me
But I only tripped
the shutter.
You painted the
image, your skin
a long distance
brush loaded with
clumps of photons.
How you maneuvered
the paths of them
through the lens
to splash onto
the glossy rectangle.
It looked effortless,
a practiced skill
that must seem like
second nature now.
And all in the space
of a split second.
First touch
best touch.
Don’t think on it
too long. Take the
credit for yourself.
I’ll release my
hold on the picture.
I’ll let it go for you.
—Mario Milosevic 0 commentsAll photographs and written material copyright © 2003-2008 by Kim Antieau unless otherwise indicated. May not be used without permission.
Mario read from all three of his poetry books, Fantasy Life, Animal Life, and Love Life. He had the crowd with him all the way. They seemed to especially like the Love Life poems, perhaps because they were a bit more personal. (I loved them all. He's a fabulous poet.) Afterward, the 10-year old girl's mother bought Love Life for her two girls. The younger girl opened up the book to one of the poems Mario had read called "Choosing Sides," which is about a fight his parents had when he was a boy. A tiny blond-haired girl stood holding this red book with a heart on the cover, reading Mario's words about battling parents. For some reason, this was quite touching.
Here's one of the poems from the new collection:
Photo By Me
But I only tripped
the shutter.
You painted the
image, your skin
a long distance
brush loaded with
clumps of photons.
How you maneuvered
the paths of them
through the lens
to splash onto
the glossy rectangle.
It looked effortless,
a practiced skill
that must seem like
second nature now.
And all in the space
of a split second.
First touch
best touch.
Don’t think on it
too long. Take the
credit for yourself.
I’ll release my
hold on the picture.
I’ll let it go for you.
—Mario Milosevic 0 comments