Episode #036 I Have Got To Stop Loving You So I Have Killed My Black Goat - Ai

Connor and Jack explore the fantastic poem "I Have Got To Stop Loving You So I Have Killed My Black Goat" by Ai. Connor and Jack talk about grotesque and profane images, and how they get us to the profound and sacred, and make a million references in order to talk about how images work, including Call Me By Your Name and Star Wars. Check out the poem below, or at this link: https://words-end-here.livejournal.com/13839.html Read more about Ai here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/ai Read the referenced article by Anna Journey here: https://www.thefreelibrary.com/Earn+the+Vomit%3A+employing+the+Grotesque+in+contemporary+Poetry.-a0380527469 Read the referenced "essay" by Charles Simic here: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/narrative-image-correspondence Find us on facebook at: facebook.com/closetalking Find us on twitter at: twitter.com/closetalking You can always send us an e-mail with thoughts on this or any of our previous podcasts, as well as suggestions for future shows, at [email protected]. I HAVE GOT TO STOP LOVING YOU SO I HAVE KILLED MY BLACK GOAT His kidney floats in a bowl, a beige, flat fish, around whom parasites,slices of lemon, break through the surface of hot broth, then sink below, as I bend, face down in the steam, breathing in. I hear this will cure anything. When I am finished, I walk up to him. He hangs from a short wooden post, tongue stuck out of his mouth, tasting the hay flavored air. A bib of flies gathers at his throat and further down, where he is open and bare of all his organs, I put my hand in, stroke him once, then taking it out, look at the sky. The storm clouds there break open and raindrops, yellow as black cats' eyes, come down each a tiny river, hateful and alone. Wishing I could get out of this alive, I hug myself. It is hard to remember if he suffered much.

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