The American Friend

“My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.” ― Marcel Proust

Monday, September 26, 2011

POEMS FROM THE PAST

Smoke

26 March 1976

if we could rise like smoke

whiplashed with lace
backs bent smally in the wind
on waists of insects’ thighs
skating freely along
our own skin

fire to our selves
become ourselves again

Linda Danz: A native New Yorker, I was born on the lower East Side before it was trendy. Way before. Years ago, when the corporate world of magazine publishing booted me out the door, I picked myself up, dusted myself off and decided after struggling as a painter for most of my adult life that I would struggle as a writer. The idea for my novel “A Birdhouse In Brooklyn” came from an original idea I had for a screenplay, “The Birdhouse.” While writing that screenplay—a collaborative effort—I felt my story was bigger than a movie and I began in earnest to write it as novel. The novel is entirely a work of fiction. Names, characters, business organizations, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. The use of names of actual persons, places, and events is incidental to the plot, and is not intended to change the entirely fictional character of the work. A BIRDHOUSE IN BROOKLYN has been registered with the Writers Guild of America, East #R20993 (June 13, 2006). No part of it may be posted or reprinted without permission from the author, Linda Danz. All photographs, unless otherwise credited, are mine.

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