New York Poems :: Joy

Another of my favorite collaborative efforts.

Elaine Jones & Ed McPhillips read. The words are theirs.

Wonderfully frightening meditation on obsession.

I'm posting it everywhere - to all my sites - because this poem just works on every level I can think of at the moment; and because when violence is associated with love weird things worthy of study happen.

Don't have a still photograph of Elaine & Ed together, but there is a film school video not yet digitized that might well go up.

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  1. This was great!
    I was once madly in love with a woman named Joy.

  2. It's a great name. A perfect irony in the context of this poem.


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